The Worlds Best Assassin Mga Nobela at Kwento

on all my targets; I always knew where they were. He was at a late-night gala event at a private garden. I headed to my hidden weaponry stash, picking out a long-range sniper rifle and a silencer. Today, I wasn't going for a "planned accident." I was going for a direct, unbranded bullet through the skull. An hour later, I was perched on a rooftop overlooking the garden. I blended into the shadows seamlessly, finding her father through the scope. He was sitting on a stone bench with Raina’s mother, away from the crowd.

I released a sigh of relief and settled on the driver's seat but then the car turned silent. "Can I ask you a question?" Leonardo broke the silence after a while. "Go ahead." I answered. "Why did you decide to become an assassin? I mean you have all your life right in front of you and you could have literally been anything else." "I didn't have the option to be anything else. I didn't even get to choose to become this, it was forced on me. He stayed silent like he was ushering me to continue with what I was saying.

Emerald Devil was ranked 14th on the world’s assassin ranking, while Bloody Rose ranked ninth. This was no mere list of killers, but the most authentic and trustworthy assassin ranking in the world! All those on the list are the strongest and most renowned killers on the planet. Although there were only a few differences between nine and fourteen, the gap was actually quite considerable in reality. “How about counting me in?” Bloody Rose was a very sexy and voluptuous beauty, but as her name suggested, she was incredibly cruel and domineering at heart. “I want thirteen billion.” “You’re overstepping your boundaries, Bloody Rose.”

A world away. The night air in the south garden was cool. The man stood in the shadow of a tall hedge, dressed in a perfect black tuxedo. He looked like any other rich guest. He didn’t look like an assassin. That’s what made him good. “You’re sure it’s clean?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper. “One chance. In and out. The chaos will be your cover.” “I’m the best,” he said. No arrogance. Just a fact. “Where is the package?”

I shouted and pushed him back as I got to my feet, “You ruined them and as further torture you made Nok their caretaker. They’re down at the barrier struggling to survive and fight because you decided they were better used as tools to shame Nok rather than-” “Ashai,” he was still smiling like I was the one overreacting, “There have been many cases where I’ve been told I needed to be more cruel with my punishments and this was one of those times. Assassins, that’s what they were. A group of ten assassins that were all barely two centuries old. The youngest of them was just a few years older than Garmesh is now. I am fine with people uniting against me. I have every right to be labeled a monst

she muttered, realizing her words at once, and hit her forehead. "Heather, get your head straight," she muttered. Her phone vibrated, and she took it out. •MURDER ALONSO TONIGHT• She read the message and giggled. Killing people was what she knew how to do best. Well, Alonso was also a top crime master in the Mexican crime world. An underboss, to be precise. Heather quickly got into her car and drove to her apartment. As she walked in, she went straight to her closet and started picking out her outfit for the night. She wanted to make sure she looked her best for the mission.

she said, and I understood her. "Don't worry. If his brother will be able to track me down, you will be lucky," I said. "I know that girl," she said. I looked at her face, and I knew that she wished he would find me soon. Today's event played in my head, and I smiled. I enjoyed myself with him. He is not the enemy. His father was one of the people who trusted me with their dirty work when I became an assassin. It was because of him I was here. News about an assassin called The Poison working for the Italian Mafia had spread fast, making me earn more jobs. That is how I became famous. As years passed, I became the most feared and dangerous assassin. I am grateful because of him. I will always

Pieces of its brain sprang to the floor. This man is Azrael Cross. A legendary assassin under The Association, he has completed several high-level assassinations including big mafia bosses and drug cartel bosses. These high-level assassinations were attempted by many but only Azrael was able to do so, the member of The association had great respect for him. Click! Click! Azrael's camera sounds. He took a photo of Leo's body to confirm his death to his client and this is also one of the required procedures that the assassin must follow no matter what happens. After that, he immediately sent these photos to them.

Right, I killed one of their teammates. Drip. The human impaled on the sword in the dungeon ceiling was lifeless, his blood slowly staining the walls. From the beginning, he was the assassin I found irritating. Because I couldn't get his exact location while he was moving, I stopped everyone's time in a certain radius by using time stop. Only three seconds were stopped, but that was enough time for me to impale the assassin on the roof with the sword that was on my body. The brute strength of this new body is incredible after evolution...How was the man an assassin if he was using a bow? Well, he might be like a sniper in my world so that also counts as an assassin, doesn't it?

“Thank you for helping me protect my wife. I owe all of you.” The men vow their heads in acknowledgment before they make their way to their vehicles. Maleah remains quiet on the way home, which worries me a little. I killed men in front of her. I just hope that she can move past this. The life of an Assassin isn’t an easy one.