When Miss Assassin Meets The Gangsters Novels & Stories

The echoes of punches and kicks reverberated through the room as two assassins engaged in a fierce duel, their movements fluid and precise. Adjacent to the sparring ring, there was a section dedicated to agility and stealth training. An obstacle course challenged assassins to navigate through a maze of laser beams, pressure-sensitive floors, and hidden traps. Emine watched as a young recruit stealthily weaved her way through the obstacles, her movements almost ethereal, her body a silhouette in the shadows.

Although she failed to realize that they would carry a small self fatal bomb in their bodies, it could have been checked if Brianna prioritized interrogating the captive. But even if she did not realize they aimed to shoot her as she protected Lucien, these assassins did not recognize her face. They would still take her down if she kept blocking their way on their mission. They cannot identify Brianna's identity according to her moves because the Boss B that they knew will never work for someone against them. Her clients come from the same person these assassins receive theirs, Charles Anderson. Her face was also different. They could not connect the dots that they were dealing with their co

With a swift motion, he crushed the dagger in his grip and seized the attacker by the throat. The assassin’s expression was one of utter shock. “Who are you? Who sent you?” Dustin growled. The assassin’s murderous intent had given him away long before the strike. The assassin did not give in. Instead, he drew another blade and lunged again. Dustin narrowed his eyes and with a single motion, he snapped the man’s neck. “My Liege! Allison has been attacked. She’s injured,” another Hell Guard hurriedly said. “And Mrs. Swift has been targeted as well...”

Since all the visitors are assassins and part of the Mafia world, I didn't hear any of them scream because of fear from all the gunshot that began to fill the entire place. I saw people leaving—those are the clans who didn't want to be involved. But then, it doesn't mean that I can trust them. I know why they came here. It is not to mourn with us, that would be hypocritical. They are here to watch and observe me, studying how I move so they could attack me soon. I shot all the gangsters and assassins right in front of the altar. I didn't bother to move anymore because I could simply kill them without doing much effort.

She immediately wrapped her arms around Maxime's and hugged him tightly. "Damn it, let go of your hands." Angie didn't care. She knew that what she was doing was dangerous. The man standing next to her was no ordinary man. He was a mysterious gangster who apparently could kill her whenever he wanted. Angie didn't know where her fear was going. "Why are you so reluctant to touch me? You must want my body, too." Angie's words were so direct. The hostess who served them was surprised how easily Angie could say such a sentence.

Soon they realized that their own van had arrived on their side, and on the opposite side, a truck had also arrived, and everything happened very quickly. Tulio was no longer tied up and with his gun, he waited inside the shed. Like Cloe and Gringo, he heard the truck approaching and went out the shed door, aiming at who he thought was Janio. But it was Cannibal who got out of the truck, and the mobster immediately started shooting at him. Tulio was hit and fell back without having time to shoot back. Cloe and Gringo watched everything, but from where they were, they couldn't do anything. Gringo didn't have time to catch the girl who fainted and hit her head on the ground.

My smile widened because yes we were gangsters, but talk usually was very cheap. “Let me paint you a vivid picture my dear friend. The mule sent to monitor us arrives. Instead of engaging him in good faith, we open shots. Ten shots, maybe more straight to his chest. He dies instantly of course. At the headquarters, they're waiting for their mule to return. He doesn't, so they send another. We drop that one too. I mean we're untouchable right? You know what the third is going to be?” “Or maybe they'll get the message and not send a third?”

Concetta says, looking carefully at the silver bullets on the table. Sonny leans against the table, his expression serious. "These weren't ordinary rogues. They are highly trained." Asher murmurs, "He really wants to take you out." "I know." The room fell silent, my jaw tight. The attack happened, and so far, what we know is that Wilson is back, and he came with a group of assassins. I spent the following day with my son and my mom, taking him to all the children-friendly places. The pack members were happy to see him too. However, I was anxious, looking around, thinking Wilson's assassins could come out at any moment to harm us.

I nod, “Since I have to be visible, I’ll assign myself to their tables and make vague comments. But we have to give them a chance to get me alone and allow them to strike.” He nods. “That’s why we need everyone to come in and plan this carefully.” As soon as he walks away, my mind keeps spinning with possible plans. There are so many things to consider. Within the hour, every Assassin within the vicinity is once again sitting at the conference table. I look around with amazement; Priest, Corbin, Dragon, Stryker, Cameron, Jaxon’s niece, Valkyrie, a Scotsman who is ironically named Scotty, Phanthom and Heathen join our group. Phantom is the strong, quiet type, while Heathen is a loud, rugged c

The four gangsters looked at each other as if something was planned, and he didn't make a mistake when they suddenly released katanas. But before they could steer the weapons, Zach's companion already shot them. They were using a silencer gun so the gunfire could not be heard. "Hah! You think you can handle me, huh? And you're going to rub my handsome face with your dirty hands?" The arrogant Zach said, even though they are still in a dangerous situation. Zach motioned to his companions and they slowly entered the Battle Underground. And he entered with a smile when he saw that the gangsters inside were startled when they saw them.