When Miss Assassin Meets The Gangsters Mga Nobela at Kwento

I had to sit next to Ares since Emma decided to sit next to Ryan. "Hey chair mate." Ares flashed me a smirk once I plopped down on the chair next to him. "I've found out what we needed to. Our mission ends here." I spoke up, seriously. "Tell me about it." I took a deep breath and started telling him everything in a low voice, "Gabriel is organising a mafia gala using the 'making peace' excuse. He'll execute our whole families there. He'll spike our drinks and there'll be hitmen almost everywhere."

She glanced at the blood in the knife with disgust as she turned to the remaining. The other two threw their guns to the ground and Brought out their weapons from wherever they hid it. "Ok let's do this" Scarlett smiled carelessly and turned the knife in her hands. The two assassins attacked at the same time each stabbing towards her vital points because their aim is her death. Scarlett smiled slightly as she moved her body slightly dodging the one that attacked from the right, while she gripped the knife of the one that attacked from the left, stabbing hers directly on his neck

"Let's pay our respect and greet the unwanted guest. It's only fair they know who we are firsthand." Vanessa walked ahead of the group and smirked as everyone made way for them like royalty. Still, she couldn't help but overhear a group of women talking at one of the tables. Scanning the room, she found the culprits, the Phantom Killers. Natalia Azar, Mel Brooks, Chanel Echo, and Soraya Summer. A four-member assassin group specializing in hocus-pocus attacks. Sleight of hand tricks. They've mastered manipulating and deceiving their enemies with the slightest influence. But, as simple as it may sound, it is tough to do. "I wonder who those girls are, especially the girl on the arm of our dear

Up from above the rooftop, the assassin readied his rifle; its telescopic end pointing at the building opposite him. He bent it slightly to focus on the window of the Eighth floor. The section had multitudes gathered, all dressed in suits and gowns radiating opulence and drawing envy in the assassin. He had his eye looking at everyone and everything. A fundraising gala for law enforcement turned into a modeling arena by rich punks, how elegant—the assassin thought as he pushed in 6 bullets steadily into the rifle.

As soon as I shut the door, I yelled at the top of my lungs, "What the fucking hell is your problem?!" The van's door slides open. More than ten men climbed down with baseball bats and guns in their hands. Oh, fuck it! .... Not again... Not now, not when Willsmith’s around. I am not a gangster, for fucking idiot's sake. I'm an assassin! Why do I always end up in gang wars? "Well. Well. Well. What a pleasant surprise. Who do we have here? The great King of the Underground City. What a great timing." The bearded man with a big belly, chortled. Another ten people emerged from the other van. That makes them twenty.

The group of criminals who had ran away went inside a shabby inn. They were running like a madman without stopping for the fear that the guards would catch up with them. It was also the place that the group agreed to meet with the lider of the spies in that night. The assassin looked around and only the old woman who was busy playing with the abacus was present inside the inn. "Hey, old woman!" the assassin yelled. "Give us something to drink!" The old woman paused and brought out a tray of cold drinks from the bottom of the counter. "Here. Twenty cents."

A-class bodyguards like them would not be able to fight these assassins! The Assassin’s Creed sent out many assassins to assassinate Marissa. Before Satan and the Scarlet Witch’s arrival, a dozen assassins had already appeared and forced Marissa and the others into retreat. Now that the two transhumans Satan and the Scarlet Witch had joined the fray, they would not stand a chance of surviving at all!

“Well, you can take a wild guess, little lamb,” Already plastered against the smooth wall, Alyssa trembled. Just then, one of the gangsters moved forward and whispered something in the leader's ears. She watched as he immediately got tensed, but skilfully tried to hide it as he dragged his attention back to her. “Look here, little lamb,” he started. “Be nice, and we will be as well; now be a good girl and come with us. We won't hurt you if you cooperate.” the gang leader uttered with a dirty smile latched to his face.

The assassin felt a bone-crunching pain and involuntarily let go of his grip. Hunter quickly put the assassin’s gun into his pocket, rushed into the bathroom, and pushed the assassin into a stall. He closed the door and pulled out a pistol with a silencer, then held it against the assassin's head with one hand. He asked casually, "Who are you? What are you doing here?" "I..." The assassin realized that he was just an imposter who had met a real assassin. He was trembling with fear as he said, "Bro, I'm just following orders! Please don't kill me!"

The attack began completely by surprise, and everyone was swept into the chaos. Screams and gunshots rang out everywhere. I subconsciously took a half-step back and ducked behind a tree in the back garden. Enzo Tomasi’s personal soldati formed a human wall around him. As for myself, I was only three steps away from him. Tonight was the night of the annual charity gala our family threw. As the wife of Luis Marconi, the family’s head of security, I was also invited.