Novel & Cerita World Finest Assassin

It was just like opening a window into a life she no longer belonged to. “I get it.” Her voice cracked. “This whole thing is insane. And it’s not over yet, is it?” “No,” he said quietly. “It’s not.” She looked up at him, tears brimming in her eyes. “Why me, Nicholas? Why did this happen to me?” He didn't know what to say. He was fascinated by the coincidence of the striking resemblance of Amelia and Allison and the fact she was the one who witnessed the assassination. Something was telling him it was Adrian's handwork though he didn't have any proof.

Leanunya countered, not budging an inch. Wolferan sighed, before speaking, “I am asking as it will give me a better understanding of why you chose to become an assassin, a criminal” Leanunya huffed, “alright you want to know? Well, I was left with an old woman who didn’t even know how to take care of herself ok?”

We locked the dungeon’s door and walked back toward the bedroom, making sure to walk in the shadows as we did, careful not to be seen. We entered the bedroom and I couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief when we did, wrapping my arms around Iris and pulling her in for a hug. The two of us were yet to grieve over who was once the best assassin of her time. She was known for her strength, power, and purity. The idea of her betraying the way she did would have never occurred to my mind had we not lived through it, and seeing that she tried hitting two birds with one stone, and that one of those birds was Iris and I didn’t come as pleasing to me.

“Ah, dear niece, so this is what an average day in the life looks like… waltzing with your kill and staring right into their eyes right before you snuff the light out of it… brilliant!” It was obvious he wanted a reaction out of her, and on a very good day, he would have gotten nothing, but today wasn’t exactly going as planned for the plus-sized assassin. Barbara moved with a speed that would have stunned the girl she used to be. In one fluid motion, she was behind him. She didn't bother shedding the server's jacket; she simply reached beneath it. The cold steel of a ceramic knife was pressed firmly against the pulse point of his neck before he could say another word.

Only a handful knew that ominous phrase: the top dogs of the assassin world, the elite of the Dark Web, and, of course, the commander and his closest allies. There was no way the commander himself would be in a backwater like Drunham City. So, Liam had to be one of his trusted few. The realization squeezed the breath from the assassin's lungs, a wave of fear threatening to engulf him. In that instant, he was consumed by regret for accepting that job, for crossing paths with a man as formidable as a ghost from his past. The guys who followed the boss to wipe out the Dark Web's headquarters were all warriors of the highest caliber, like Gods of War!

“You’ve done it. You have finally done it!” I shifted on to find the eyesore there. Locking onto the man I had dragged here, who was now propped against a rusted column. He was observed at the embrace, the sight, at the blood, at the look in Kristine’s eyes. He laughed. Motherfucker was laughing like it was the funniest thing he had ever seen. "Oh, what a beautiful sight," Edric wheezed, wiping blood from his chin. "The top 4th assassin of the underworld, The Hunter, has finally decided to drop the mask of innocence?”

"I've been waiting for this day from past five years. Finally that day has arrived, you all will beg for mercy just like me and my family begged for. You will ask for death but I will make this world hell for you all.I vow you mom, dad and brothers I Lilianah Romanov, Queen if Assassin's will make their life worst. They will ask death but I will give them pain, torture and humiliation. I went through so many obstacles just to gain this title, to reach where I am now." . . . .

The assassin king's face turned pale and he said, "I am the world's king of assassins. Since I started my career, I have experienced countless assassinations and seen countless people. Observing people's expressions is my basic skill. Not to mention this person, I can even clearly identify the age of a person with a disguise!" Yang Xiao did not refute the King of Killers’ words. As an assassin, especially the king among world-class assassins, his observation was definitely not comparable to that of an ordinary person. “D*mn it!” Yang Xiao’s heart was filled with a formless anger. He had thought that he would be able to find some clues about the murder case if he found the King of Killers. Un

“What are you so riled about?!” Zach tossed his phone to Malcolm and let him see the video. It was the video at one café inside the mall where one of the two would-be terrorists was immediately killed with a single shot to the head. “She was the sniper!” He confirmed angrily, balling his fists and slammed it on the table angrily. “That woman had led us on trying to pretend that she’s just a good shooter from all the practice she has done. I never did believe her story during those hostage incidents that had happened where she was holding a rifle.”

I spat bitterly. "You've got a point there." Ares said, "isn't it time for him to resign yet? He's like seventy, no?" I fought the urge to laugh at what he said before correcting, "He's fifty. I don't think he'll resign for another thirty years." We both stopped when we entered the hall. "See you around, il mio adorabile assassina." Ares said with a smirk. (My lovely killer/assassin) "That's a hell of a way to call a cold blooded assassin." I scoffed, my eyes darting around the place, looking for my father, ignoring all the eyes on me.