The Deadly Assassin Robin novel Chapter 1238

"Then there's nothing more to discuss!" Robin's voice was like ice.

"Jane, Anthony, take out their security teams and fighter jets!"

At his command, Jane and Anthony launched ten explosive armor-piercing rounds.

They tore through Tanqueria's armed helicopters and security forces with brutal precision.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Before Tanqueria could even react, fiery explosions erupted, lighting the night sky with their violent force.

The armor-piercing rounds detonated in rapid succession, just a hundred meters behind Tanqueria's officials.

Tanqueria's specially-designed long-range armor-piercing rounds were the undisputed kings of destruction.

Their power and penetration were unmatched.

The helicopters carrying Gustov and his team, along with their missiles, rockets, and elite guards, were reduced to smoldering ruins.

Gustov hadn't expected Robin to strike so swiftly.

He had clearly made up his mind to take Tanqueria down.

"Divine Drakebane, you ... you really are beyond control!" Gustov's voice trembled with fear and disbelief.

"Do you understand how dangerous your actions are? You could start a catastrophic war!

"A war, once ignited, won't stop just because you or I want it to!

"Your recklessness will bring endless suffering to many!"

Robin's fists clenched, a bone-crushing crack echoing in the cold air. "I didn't start this war. You did!

"Enough whining. Keep this up, and you'll destroy your own reputation as Tanqueria's God of War."

Gustov shook his head, a bitter smile crossing his lips. "Alright. Divine Drakebane, I can take your demands to Tanqueria Palace."

"But let me remind you—Tanqueria's highest core can issue a statement, apologizing publicly for the missile attack."

"However, Valdemar, as the head of the National Security Bureau, cannot be handed over to you."

Robin cut him off, his laugh sharp as ice. "Not possible!"

"The National Security Bureau challenged my authority, and they must pay the price!"

Gustov interrupted, his voice hard. "That's impossible. The chances of that happening are zero."

"Oh, really?" Robin's smile was cold, his eyes burning with fury.

In a blink, he appeared before Rishi, the deputy director of the National Security Bureau, and seized him by the throat.

"You want to kill me? Every one of your decision-makers will die!

"No one on this earth has the power to order an assassination on Divine Drakebane.

"Anyone who dares to make such a move will die!

"That is my rule!"

The sound of a throat snapping echoed like the breaking of glass.

Tanqueria's diplomats and armed guards stood frozen, eyes wide, not daring to breathe.

Rishi, the Deputy Director of Tanqueria's National Security Bureau and Gustov's most trusted disciple, lay lifeless at Robin's feet.

Robin flung Rishi's body toward the group of officials. "Anyone else?" His voice was cold, like a glacier. "Step up."

Silence. No one moved. No one met his gaze.

Gustov's whole body trembled. Fury surged through him like wildfire.

Rishi had been like a son.

He was the boy of Gustov's comrade.

He'd raised Rishi after his father died in battle when the boy was only three.

Trained him.

Watched him grow.

He had big plans—Rishi would be the next director.

Gustov brought him along for this assassination to aid Rishi in his political career.

But now, Rishi was gone. Killed right in front of him.

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