The Protector

There was several weapons concealed inside.

His arsenal included a pistol, SMG, sniper rifle and even a rocket launcher.

He also had a dagger, a katana and other secret gadgets.

These had all been prepared by the Jones family.

They had discreetly swapped the empty case for the one full of weapons with him at the airport.

Assassin 47 went through his supplies. When he was done, he smiled broadly.

He was clearly satisfied with the provided resources.

In a flash, he stabbed a dagger through a picture on the wall.

The person in the punctured photo was Levi Garrison.

Assassin 47 locked his gaze onto the photo as the corner of his lip curled upward malevolently.

Levi was nothing but another prey to him.

fished out a phone and dialed a number. “I’m here. The target will be taken care of tonight! Wire the money over now!”

“Understood!”

other side of the call,

job was done as

killer had a reputation he needed to uphold and his own rules to live by, one of

the close to two thousand targets he had encountered, none had managed to

reasons allowed Tyler to trust

the money had

any connection between himself and the Jones

was the terrifying reality of being a

killing the target, one had to evaporate into thin

assassin cannot be traced to

during the job, his employers

of Assassins, this man could accomplish

what justified such exorbitant

target, he never

carved the image of Levi into his mind and proceeded to

one on his person. Only the rocket launcher was

slung it over his back and popped a piece of gum into his mouth.