The Deadly Assassin Robin novel Chapter 1233

Snow whirled through the sky, cloaking the frigid night in a soft blanket of white.

The air reeked of chemicals and death, corrupting the once-pure landscape into a living nightmare.

"General Marff—" Artur cried out in a panic, his voice cracking. "Mr. Drakebane this is all just a misunderstanding! There's no bad blood between us—you don't have to take it this far!"

Robin let out a cold laugh. "You're with the National Security Bureau—you should know exactly who I am.

"In all my past battles, everyone who came at me with a blade always said the same thing at the end—‘It's not personal.'

"Haha, killing you today isn't about personal grudges—it's just business.

"Anything less would disgrace the name of the God of Death!

"Remember this—once the Divine Drakebane enters the battlefield, there's only one outcome, total annihilation!

"In my world, there's no such thing as apologies, forgiveness, or misunderstandings. If someone crosses me, I won't stop until they're six feet under."

Artur had spent decades on the battlefield, becoming no stranger to bloodshed or death.

He'd stared down countless enemies without flinching.

But now, standing before this ruthless warrior from the East, his knees buckled—For the first time in his life, fear gripped him completely.

"Mr. Drakebane, the battle's done. Whatever happened in Tanqueria ... we're willing to let it slide. You ... you're free to go now ... "

Robin let out a cold laugh. "I go where I please—what makes you think you can tell me when to stay or leave? Aren't you dreaming a little too big?

"My business in Snow Valley has nothing to do with Tanqueria.

"I am avenging the victims of the Dragon Manor. What does this have to do with you high and mighty people?"

"Twenty years ago, when those scum from the World of Darkness butchered innocent people of the Dragon Manor, where were you so-called champions of justice then? I didn't see any of you stepping in to stop it!

"I came for vengeance against the Dark Night Alliance, and you lot show up in the name of honor to trap me like some villain.

"I had no intention of making this bigger than it had to be—my only target was Yakonov, the one who challenged me head-on.

"But you chose to stand in my way, to turn yourselves into my enemies.

"Do you think this is some kind of playground scuffle?

"You come at me, and you won't even get the chance to beg for mercy!"

"General Marff ... " Artur called out in despair as Alexander slowly stepped closer.

Splurt! A spray of blood burst into the air.

Artur—the very man who had given birth to the super soldier project of the Tanqueria—met his end beneath Drakebane.

Alexander, having just reached Robin's side, could only shake his head in silence.

He could tell—Robin had crossed the threshold of fury.

A bloodbath on the brink of chaos was unfolding.

"Mr. Ramsey, I'd like to request two hours of your time. I'll use a secured channel to contact Tanqueria Palace and report everything that happened at the Northwest Defense Command Center in full detail.

"Right now, the information is still classified ... "

"No need," Robin interrupted, pointing toward the five helicopters thundering in from 3 feet away.

Alexander's eyes narrowed in alarm as he looked into the distance—five heavily armed helicopters were speeding toward them, each marked with the insignia of the Tanqueria National Security Bureau.

A chill crawled up his spine.

What the hell were those bastards from the National Security Bureau thinking?

Were they seriously about to push the Tanqueria straight into the abyss?

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