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Only then would I find true peace. After all, what could possibly be that hard about it? From what Shawn had revealed last night before passing out, this assassin was a legendary professional who used a high-caliber sniper rifle for his missions. The man could sit from a comfortable, mile-long distance on a rooftop and effortlessly gun Elara down in broad daylight, and no one would ever suspect a thing! I hissed. Let me see how that bitch’s precious tech knowledge and cybersecurity empire would save her from a bullet tearing through her skull.

I shouted and pushed him back as I got to my feet, “You ruined them and as further torture you made Nok their caretaker. They’re down at the barrier struggling to survive and fight because you decided they were better used as tools to shame Nok rather than-” “Ashai,” he was still smiling like I was the one overreacting, “There have been many cases where I’ve been told I needed to be more cruel with my punishments and this was one of those times. Assassins, that’s what they were. A group of ten assassins that were all barely two centuries old. The youngest of them was just a few years older than Garmesh is now. I am fine with people uniting against me. I have every right to be labeled a monst

Of prayers and quiet waiting. Until something shifted. It was the sound of breath, not Samarth's, but another — swift, measured, barely audible. A presence entered from the terrace, shadow sliding over stone, silent and sleek. Dressed in midnight black, the assassin landed with precision, like a panther stalking prey. The face was covered — only the eyes glinted beneath the hood, sharp and cold.

I paused as they all bowed in unison in acknowledgement of the vice Lord. "Unlike the normal mafias, we don't need different ranks and rank names. My rules and settings are single, which are: under me is the vice Lord, and under the vice Lord is the one hundred and ninety-nine of you who will be the high-ranking assassins, and under you guys are the two thousand assassins. But remember, I will be picking one of the two thousand assassins to complete you as what I need is complete two hundred Senior assassins under the vice Lord. But don't think that you have been made assassins and your rank can't be stripped from you because if ant if the two thousand assassins were to be stronger than any

Finally, I turned to look at him. I let my gaze trail over his taper fade, the messy blond hair that refused to behave and those stupid innocent blue eyes that made people trust him instantly. He had the face of a saint, smooth lines, sharp cheekbones, a mouth that curled too easily into a smile that could make anyone feel safe. But Olek wasn’t safe. He was the Syndicate’s golden boy; the number one assassin, top of the kill board for ten damn years. I was fifth, which wasn’t bad considering I’d only been in the game for six years.

In the private room with her, I could see her whole body trembling when I touched her like she hadn’t been touched in years. Just as she was about to press the drink to her lips, my handler, Silas, spoke to me through my AirPods to pause the mission I immediately took the glass from her and poured the contents over my chest, and she thought it was part of the act, not knowing she almost drank herself to her own death. Just in case Silas needed me to complete the job subsequently, I left a card with my number on it and with how harsh her breathing was and the desire in her eyes, I doubted it would go unused

He wasn't going to kill her… at least not yet, not until he's gotten reasonable answers from her. “I-I don't know, but it was instinct.” She stammered before gaining her voice back. “Instinct? What kind of maid instinctively knows how to handle a glock?” he asked suspiciously. His eyes raked her body from top to bottom. Alina was undeniably beautiful. Even with her hair cut into a bobbed hairstyle, it matched her sharp features more. Her lips, cheeks and nose had this permanent flush that made her look innocent — completely hiding the fact that she's a bred assassin.

The man who once lived for my breath was now the predator stalking it, his every movement a jagged, lethal promise of my end. We were on the open observation deck of the Spire’s flagship, suspended thousands of feet above the burning Iron Shore. The wind howled around us, tearing at my silk gown and the Sovereign tactical gear that now encased his body. Dante moved with a sickening, mechanical grace, his obsidian arm glowing a sterile, blinding white. He was "Assassin 01," a ghost with no name and no mercy.

The grand windows that usually framed endless ocean views were shattered, and the peaceful quiet had been replaced with the sound of gunfire and chaos. AS03, the head of the assassin team, stood amidst the carnage. His expression was impassive as his men executed the remaining guards, their bodies slumped across the marble floors, crimson staining the pristine white tiles. The plan had been simple, get in, take her, and leave no witnesses. But Hazel wasn’t here, and neither was Harden.

said the leader. “No, no, no, stop, stop,” shouted Yoshiro when he saw one vigilante moving towards him to open his ropes. “Okay, okay, relax! Don’t fight me. Fight one of my people. Is that okay with you?” asked the leader. “Yeah, I can do that,” said Yoshiro with confidence. He finally gulped to catch his breath. After what the leader told him he knew he was never going to win. The leader outed himself as the world-famous assassin. The whole world was afraid of them. How could a mere mortal like Yoshiro fight against them?