Nightwing Killer の小説・ストーリー

Gina muttered, her eyes darting toward the window. Through the neon-green smoke, she could see the lower valley. The Nightfang vanguard was being systematically surrounded by a secondary force of hunters—men dressed in heavy, silver-plated armor who had been hidden within the lower volcanic tunnels, waiting for the main vanguard to commit to the gates. It hadn't been a defense; it had been an encirclement.

She lifted her chin with a struggle and cried desperately, “Mr. Winchester, he is Kaze! Snow came here to seek his help. “Bass has nothing on him. May is counting on him to make a comeback. “You know, Venom, ranked second on the hitman’s list? He can get him here with one phone call. “Quick! Kill him! “Otherwise, none of us will walk out of here alive.” A man of action, Wind drew his weapon and pulled the trigger on Kaze. “Bang!” The moment the barrel fired, Kaze shifted slightly, then came a scream. One of Wind’s minions had a gaping hole in his chest. The minion fell back headfirst. Furious and shocked, Wind let out an angry cry and fired another shot. “Bang!” By then, Kaze was in Wind’s f

, Another member of Nighthawk, the strategist analyzed. The Nighthawk team were the strongest in the Blood Gang and their missions have always been completed perfectly. They comprised of the captain, strategist, hacker, and assassin, making them the most feared four in the underworld. As long as they were sent out, their targets have always died without a trace. "Can you handle them?", Ryan raised his eyebrows and asked perfunctorily even though he was already aware of the answer. "Perfectly, Boss!", The Captain, One answered confidently.

Some secrets will get you killed. Without a single warning, Elder Jabari tilts his stone cup back, drains it in one gulp, and snaps his wrist. The heavy goblet flies through the air like a bullet, aimed straight at my face. Amara and Vivian turn white as ghosts. The attack is too fast to see, completely lethal. Elder Jabari used to be the head assassin for the international werewolf military forces. His throw is meant to kill. If that heavy stone hits my skull, my head will split open.

His gaze flickered to Aurora. Aurora finally saw that he was wearing a mask that covered most part of his face, with only a pair of eyes exposed. A pair of cold, smokey grey eyes. “Who the fuck are you—” Wells roared. The Lycan flung his paw and went at the killer. Yet his sharp paw only caught the hem of his clothes. The killer jumped up from the floor urgently, dashed across the room, and jumped out of the window. “STOP!!!”

Who trained her? A snarl to my right. I barely dodged the claws aiming for my jugular. "Eyes open, Kaz!" Nikolai laughed, blood dripping from his lip ring. I dispatched the attacker with a silver round to the heart and charged after Ariel. She'd gotten hold of a knife. Of course, she had. When a Malhorn wolf lunged for her, she pivoted like a seasoned killer, the blade flashing toward his artery. I got there first, snapping the bastard's neck with a wet crack.

Solomon would never hold back against a capable opponent who refused to work with him. “What’s wrong? Want me to stay?” Andrius remained unfazed and frivolous when he saw the hitmen. Solomon did not answer his question and announced, “Andrius Moonshade, let me introduce you to my hitmen.” “This is Knife, and he’s good with anything sharp. He has killed 99 people with the dagger he wields. You will be the hundredth. “This is Gunner, a legend in the hitman world. He never misses within a hundred meters.

He solidified only his hands, reaching into armoured chests to clutch beating hearts. The hunters died silently, expressions of horrified recognition frozen on their faces. Not merely recognition of death, but of him. They had known whose justice claimed them. The Shadow Knight eased the bodies to the ground, then retreated into darkness. Eighteen remained. The hunt had begun. The next pair fell similar, struck from shadows they had failed to properly secure. The third required more direct methods when one managed a truncated shout before darkness filled his lungs. By the time half their number had vanished, the remaining hunters had drawn into a defensive circle, backs together, blessed wea

"Keep it steady!" I regained my footing between the bags, aimed, then took another two shots. One hit his upper arm, the other his shoulder, but he kept coming, unfazed by the gushing holes. I shifted my weight onto my other foot and grinned. I might not have stopped him, but the Thornblood dipped bullets had punctured him, binding shade and host to the same satisfying fate. I fired one last time, hitting him strait between his soulless eyes.

Ling Yingxuan said coldly, “So what? Is your situation better than mine?” Old Bird threw away the sniper rifle in his hand and shook off his revolver. He undid his black cloak and threw away the bulletproof vest inside. He held a short sword in his hand and stared at Ling Yingxuan with burning eyes. "Xiaoniu, everyone's situation is the same. It's the same for you! However, I have to tell you that in addition to sniping, I am also a world-class top killer. You have a good figure. I won't kill you!"