They Want To Kill Americans Mga Nobela at Kwento

“I know, alot of people are going to die” She answers, my body tenses at the thought, i had never killed anyone before, its not that i was afraid to do it, its the fact that i know im going to enjoy it, im going to savour hurting those that hurt my baylee, those that hurt my mum by taking us, those that hurt me. “Our people?” I question anxiously “No our people are well trained, these people are egotistical buffoons, they have zero training and no plans in place if they are attacked”

Aaron looked at everyone in anger and said everything. "I'm asking again: who is the one ordering to destroy my witness?" Aaron glared at them. "We really don't know." The men reply, falling to their knees in fear. "Hey!" Aaron points a gun at them. "Please don't kill us; we really don't know." The men begged. "We are contract killers; we mostly discuss things on call." "We got a call last week that we have to catch a person who is in India, and he sent us the photo."

“You don’t have to kill them. Just make sure they’re not in a state to hunt anymore.” Lana shook her head, “no, that would make them want revenge. The hunters need to die for this pack and other packs to be safe. They’re not out there to protect themselves; they’re out there because they hate everything you are and everything you stand for. They tried to poison you, burn you, kill you. Most, if not all, aren't doing it to save mankind or for any other noble reason, but simply because they hate everything that's different from themselves." “You’re getting pretty good with speeches now, my little Luna.” Raiden said, and his hand went up to cup her breasts through her bra.

The other man replied disdainfully, “What would be so troublesome about it? We could simply kill all of them.” As he spoke, he deliberately lowered his voice as he said, “The commander already said that we will kill all eight of the American hostages if the Americans refuse to pay up by today. Moreover, he wants to record a video of the process and send it to all of the mainstream media all over the world so that the Americans will hit rock bottom and be thoroughly discredited!”

She's talking about something else entirely. "Why?" I ask. "Why what?" I step in front of her, forcing her to stop walking. "Why hunt them? What do they want with them?" She looks at me as if the answer were obvious. "They want to destroy them for no reason other than that they hate them." Her hands twitch, and she looks around again like she's nervous. "Yes, there are some who want money. Some who are just plain crazy. Some who like killing for the sake of it."

I continue. “They’re possessed.” “They’re not in control.” “And if you kill them—” “I won’t hesitate,” he interrupts. “I know,” I reply calmly. “That’s why I will.” Silence. Because that? That stops him. Just enough. “They want a war,” I say. “They want us to kill humans.” “They want humans to see it.” “They want fear.” “And they want retaliation.” Alexis exhales slowly. “And if we give it to them?” “We lose.” Simple.

“Who?” “Someone who wants them dead.”

“A Hunter?” “The sole purpose of their existence is to kill us and anyone associated with us. Their hatred has morphed them so much that they’re not human anymore. They will kill you without a thought. I could get rid of him now, but that would only bring all of them into our city. We need to leave.” “But I’m... How would they even know what you are?”