The Deadly Assassin Robin (Tristan Storm) novel Chapter 439

Chapter 439 I’ll Do It! 

Chapter 439 I’ll Do It! 

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Freya’s teeth ground together as she spat, “You monsters! Even if you kill me, I’ll never give in to you!” 

The lead assassin sneered, pressing his gun to the head of a War Wolf soldier. “Is that so?” he taunted. “Care to repeat yourself?” 

Fury bubbled inside Freya, her fists clenched so tightly her knuckles whitened. She glared at the assassin, wishing she could tear him apart. 

“You don’t have to agree,” the assassin jeered, “but if you don’t, I’ll splatter his brains all over the place in seconds. You’ve got five seconds to make up your mind 

Freya looked at the soldier, held at gunpoint, and shook her head with bitter resignation. “Let him go!” 

The remaining War Wolf team members shouted in unison, “Colonel Wright, don’t do it!” 

“You’re all monsters! If it’s the last thing I do, I’ll make sure you pay! My Dragon Soul and Dark Panther comrades–open fire! Take these scum down!” 

A sharp bang cut through the air as the assassin fired, tearing off the soldier’s ear. Blood sprayed, painting his face with crimson. 

“Shout again, and I’ll aim for his head.” 

“Let him go!” Freya’s voice was shaky with rage, her lips bleeding from the force of her clenched teeth. “I- I’ll do it!” 

The soldiers stared at her in disbelief, their eyes filled with horror, frustration, and helplessness. 

Some even shed tears. 

“No! Colonel Wright, don’t! I’m not afraid to die!” the injured soldier cried, writhing in pain. 

“We’d rather die than let you suffer this humiliation!” the others shouted. 

The assassins laughed loudly. “Want to die? Fine, we’ll grant your wish!” They raised their guns, pointing them straight at the soldiers‘ heads. 

“Stop!” Freya shouted. “You think Draconia will let you do this? Kill one more of us, and our forces outside will rip you apart!” 

The lead assassin raised his gun, mocking her words, “I’ve killed countless people in my time. If I have to leave here without hostages, so be it. 

“Now take off your clothes, or I’ll shoot them one by one!” 

He motioned to one of his men. “Get the camera ready. Record every second.” 

Another assassin pressed his gun against a soldier’s head, his gaze locked on Freya. “Well? What’s it going to be?” 

The soldier and his comrades screamed in unison, “Colonel Wright, don’t listen to him! We’ll die together! 

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The assassin chuckled darkly and pretended to pull the trigger. “Hah, seems like you’re not afraid to die. Very well. Let’s see how brave you really are!” 

“Stop!” Tears filled Freya’s eyes. “I … I’ll do it!” 

One of the assassins roughly untied Freya’s hands. “There. Don’t even think about resisting, or I’ll put a bullet in his head.” 

Freya gritted her teeth, hissing, “You’ll pay for this.” 

The assassin smirked. “We’re living on borrowed time. Whether we make it out of here or die trying, it doesn’t matter.” 

Her comrades cried out, “Colonel Wright, don’t listen to him!” 

Freya wiped her tears away, her voice steady despite the pain. “Don’t say another word. Stay alive, and make sure these monsters pay.” 

Another round of mocking laughter echoed from the assassins. “Hurry up!” 

Freya clenched her jaw, every movement laced with fury as she started undoing the buttons of her uniform jacket. 

She ripped off her insignia and rank, her white shirt now exposed to their cruel gaze. 

One assassin circled her, capturing every angle on his camera. “Keep going!” 

The War Wolf soldiers watched in agony, their teeth grinding so tightly they feared their jaws might crack. “Colonel Wright, please! We’d rather die than see you suffer like this!” 

The assassin holding his gun to the soldier’s head issued a cold command, “Keep going!” 

Freya’s voice cracked with anguish, “Let him go. I … I’ll keep going.” 

Her eyes darted to the assassin filming her, locking onto the detonator strapped to his vest. 

She made a silent vow: if help didn’t come soon, she would take him down with her, ensuring no one would ever use this footage to disgrace Draconia’s soldiers. 

She slowly unfastened each button of her blouse. 

In the dim evening light filtering through the trees, her fair, flawless skin was gradually revealed. 

The soldiers‘ eyes filled with despair. “Colonel Wright, please, don’t do this. We’d rather die than see you go through this.” 

The six special forces soldiers shouted, their voices filled with fury as they struggled against their restraints, desperate to break free and take down their captors. 

One of the assassins, clad in black, stared at the exposed skin along Freya’s neck, his gaze flashing with a sinister gleam.