The Deadly Assassin Robin by Tristan Storm

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The Deadly Assassin Robin

Chapter 1271 My Revenge Won’t Stop Here

Robin came to a stop, slowly turning to face Berin, the commander of Mecria Corp.

The main hall of the Secret Intelligence Division was deathly quiet, the tension in the air thick enough to make one’s skin crawl.

Everyone stood frozen, eyes locked on the infamous terror, Divine Drakebane, in complete disbelief.

How could he remain so unshaken in such a perilous situation? What gives him the nerve to act this way?

Everyone knew that the Mecria Royal Family’s 22nd Special Air Service Regiment was the cream of the crop when it came to special forces, the top tier of the military.

This elite unit had the highest success rate for mission completions in history.

No matter how invincible Divine Drakebane seemed, even he couldn’t walk away unscathed when facing so many weapons aimed at him.

But to everyone’s surprise, Berin had not given the order to fire.

He paused, a deep frown creasing his forehead, confused by Dudley’s hesitation.

He scoffed, pointing at Robin. “How dare a lowly killer like you act so brazenly in Mecria, the land of noble knights!”

Robin let out a derisive laugh. “Noble knights, my foot!

“Armed with weapons, you shot at the defenseless Ms. Eira and forcefully took my sister’s bronze jewelry box and Emberleaf Fans.

“This is what you call a nation of noble knights?

“Just a bunch of robbers, that’s all!

“When it comes to robbers, I show no mercy!”

The closer Divine Drakebane approached, the more Berin could feel the weight of his presence, a suffocating power that seemed to radiate from him without a single word of anger. A chill ran down Berin’s spine.

“Fire! Kill this thug! The Soarele Empire won’t tolerate such barbaric behavior!” Berin barked, his voice tinged with fury.

“No one born can kill me!” Robin’s voice was calm as he tossed a wet wipe into the air, continuing his slow stride toward Berin.

Each step Robin took echoed loudly, the sound sharp and cutting through Berin’s already frayed nerves. His breath became more shallow with each step.

Berin, a five–star general of Mecria, a man who had spent 30 years in the military and fought in 193 battles, never once afraid of death–now found himself staring into the abyss.

The overwhelming sense of hopelessness made him feel like he was losing control

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the snipers didn’t take action soon, Berin feared he wouldn’t be able to handle

had been focused on Robin’s chest suddenly shifted, now locked onto Berin and everyone in the prime minister’s PR

the hall of

others in the

22nd Special Air Service

rifles now aimed at Mecria’s

Mecria Corp’s guards rushed forward to block Robin’s

was a

swipe of his hand, Robin

floor–to–ceiling windows, plummeting 30 stories to the ground

two guards drew their

struck them

was stunned

stared, wide–eyed, at the rifles

What is happening?

bewildered

Special Air Service Regiment snipers targeting their own

the screens in the lobby of the Secret Intelligence Division flickered to

ten operatives from the Special Air Service Regiment being taken down by

assassins.

cold voice rang out, giving an order. “Eliminate

dares to point a gun at

The sound of rapid gunfire

had been preparing to

Berin was on the verge

Web assassins would be so bold and ruthless as to take down the Mecria’s Royal 22nd Special Air

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Berin, his voice dripping with scorn. “A

tricks?

you can force me to kneel at the negotiation table by using underhanded

at Robin, who was now only a few feet away. He roared, “I’ve crawled through blood and bullets! If

head. “Your anger only

revenge won’t

probably haven’t seen the full

simple: either we live in peace, or I leave no

Drakebane, you’re insane! You’re a devil!” Berin shouted, his fists clenched,

rage.