Who Kill Hashirama Novels & Stories

Ryu interrupted Kenji, asking Murakami. "I’m the only one left," Murakami replied. "The only one? Were there others?" Kenji asked, already envisioning how many people he would need to eliminate. "There were some, but the others are dead. Cleared out," Murakami said, his body trembling even more. He knew what Kenji was thinking. "Oh, the dead ones." Kenji instantly knew who Murakami was referring to—those killed by Matsuda, the same person who had almost killed him too.

Marco's POV He tried to use that opportunity to kill me. Too bad for him, I’d never put myself in an unprotected situation—it’s basically suicide for a mafia boss. Elena fired immediately, the bullet going right through his head. After that, I found out who was backing him—it was none other than Ito Hiro, the son of Kenji Ito, the leader of the Yamaguchi-gumi in Japan.

Says the man with blond hair in Hawaiian clothing while pointing at the exit. The flower tries to escape from the windows but the blond man launches a missile at the flower. “No! Wait! Akki is still there!” says Ayame while struggling to get to Akihiko while the men in black held her arms tightly. “That won’t kill it…” “Listen to me here… You dammed son of a bi*ch.” Says Ayame while looking at the blonde-haired guy. “The boy is already dead. It’ll be pointless for you to go near him.”

Javier then smiled and whispered to Herschel, “There might be more of his men hiding around the area.” Upon seeing Herschel nod his head and gesture that he understood what his instructions were, Javier directly performed seppuku on the man in front of him. “Sorry, but this is the end of the line for you.” Now that their leader was dead, his subordinates tried to reach for their guns. Unfortunately, their movements were obviously not as fluid as Running Man and GTR’s. Thus, the moment they were about to reach for their guns, each and every one of them was shot in the head and sent to the afterlife.

When she calmed herself, she sighed, becoming sad again, then she raised the knife that flashed in the light, “this is for everyone you have ever caused pain. Let us start with me.” And in one smooth motion, she slit his throat. Blood sprayed across his chest. He tried to speak, but only gurgling sounds escaped his mouth. Karma climbed on the bed and stood over his head, placing her Christian Louboutin heels over his mouth, and with one forceful push down, she matched firmly on the ball in his mouth, causing it to enter his throat. The last thing Marcus saw was his daughter wiping the blade on his shirt, her cold, empty expression never changing.

He could feel his skin being melted away and the heat was slowly climbing up his limbs. Suddenly a splash of water took out the fire. He wanted to breathe with relief, but the pain was too great. “Please! Let me go,” he sobbed. “I am sorry, I am sorry.” The leader went and stood right behind him. They signalled all the other vigilantes to end Yoshiro’s misery. Four blades plunged into Yoshiro’s chest and his sides simultaneously and he vomited blood. Even after so many injuries, he was still alive. The leader took pity on him and plunged their stiletto directly into Yoshiro’s brain killing him instantly.

Kiran shouted, and he burst Nakamura's chest with a powerful punch. Nakamura screamed terribly as he was thrown backward, blood spurting from his mouth. With a thud, he fell to the ground, twitched twice, and died. The surrounding ninjas were stunned, not expecting such a powerful attack from Kiran. "He's at his last stand!" Ezaki shouted, trying to boost morale. "Kill him!" Several elite ninjas appeared, finally taking action.

Hisoka had to agree. “Wait– wait!!” Sensing that his life was in danger, he tried to retaliate. With a single blink, those daggers raced toward him and stabbed his entire body. “Puek~” A black blood was vomited by him. “Goodbye.” Qusyairi felt the sharp dagger slit through his throat from the end to the end of his neck. Plop! He fell sideways with opened eyes and stopped his heartbeat. Snap! The daggers soon evaporated.

“You’d be surprised what happens in my world. But no he didn’t call to tell me. Like I said I have eyes everywhere” “And why didn’t you go after him yourself?” “Like I explained to you, that’s not how things work”. “Really?” he asked mock surprised. “Because you showed up here just like that, he killed my parents just like that, just the way you killed her father just like that. So tell me why you couldn’t kill him instead” Takashi furrowed his brows. “I knew this would happen” he said. “You did kill Hirose” he said. “Yes” he replied.

It's cold you bastard! I bowed, "Watashi no warui, Fumihara-sama. Sayonara." [Trans: My bad, Fumihara. Goodbye.] And in a very swift move, his head slowly falls back after I slit his neck deep open. His sluts turned pale. I didn't waste any time and jumped out of the window. The last thing I heard was their screams. Fumihara Shiro must thank me because I didn't torture him. He's lucky I'm eager to come back to the Philippines because of Agape. Becsuse if it happened, I have a lot of time in my hands, I'll give him the worst death ever.