The Deadly Assassin Robin (Tristan Storm) novel Chapter 442

Chapter 442 They Want Us to Destroy War Wolf 

The intense roar of 40 highly trained Draconian soldiers reverberated through the thick, webh jungle of Wallaby Mountain’s Sevenfold Crest 

This surge of raw, unyielding military power shattered any hope the invaders had leh 

Blood must be avenged by blood! 

It ignited the hearts and minds of every Draconian soldier in sight. 

What did humanity, rules of engagement, or mercy matter? 

The noble ideals of their enemies meant nothing here—mere words to be ignored 

The pride of their bloodline would not be dishonored! 

Anyone who dared to harm their brothers would pay the price with their life! 

This was the unwavering mission of every Draconian soldier 

Amid the fiery chants of the special forces, Wilson gave a command. “Drayon Soul, Dark Panther, listen up! Turn around! Set up at a 300–feet perimeter outside the jungle and be ready 

“Alright, General Wilson!” 

In an instant, the sound of heavy boots marching away from the jungle echoed across the terrain. 

The three black–clad assassins, watching the shift in the soldiers‘ movements, immediately understood what was happening. 

These elite soldiers of the special forces were about to end them all. 

The Draconian soldiers weren’t the soft, merciful forces the rumors had made them out to be. 

As they gazed at the hard faces of the soldiers around them, the assassins felt the chilling touch of death for the first time. 

These men had no allegiance, only money driving them. 

Before entering Draconia, they had only heard rumors of the military’s compassion toward prisoner, of their kindness toward those who surrendered. 

But they couldn’t have been more wrong–these Draconian soldiers were merciless. 

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One of the assassins, nursing his wounds from the brutal treatment, pointed at Robin and shouted, I’ll report you to the international military tribunal! We’ve surrendered–why are you still killing us?” 

“Report? Go tell that to Hades!” Robin mocked, gesturing to the six War Wolf soldiers who had witnessed their comrades being gunned down. 

“Leave this one who was filming carlier for questioning. You can deal with the other two. “They killed our comrades. What do you think should happen to them?” Robin demanded. “General Ramsey, we should execute them and avenge our fallen brothers!” The eyes of the six War Wolf 

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They seized their assault rifles and dragged the two remaining assassins to a clearing to deal with them. 

“Wait!” Robin barked, stopping them with a sharp gesture. “Don’t waste bullets on these scum.” 

The soldiers froze, confused. 

Wilson, Jack, and the others exchanged glances, equally uncertain of Robin’s orders. 

Robin pointed at their combat knives. “A knife is more fitting for these filth.” 

“Understood, General Ramsey!” The six soldiers immediately drew their knives and, without hesitation, plunged them into the assassins, killing them swiftly. 

The last assassin, witnessing the brutal deaths of his comrades, realized he wouldn’t escape. Desperate, he tried to bite his own tongue to end his life. 

But before he could, Robin quickly drew his dragon dagger and thrust it into the assassin’s mouth. 

One by one, Robin ripped the assassin’s teeth from his mouth, each agonized scream ringing out through the jungle. 

“Tell me! Who sent you to invade Draconia? What was your mission?” 

The assassin desperately shook his head. 

Robin stomped on his ankle, forcing a sickening crack to echo in the dark jungle as the assassin howled in -pain. 

“Kill me! I can’t tell you anything! My family is being held hostage by them!” the assassin screamed. 

Robin sneered, “I don’t care about your family. Since you came here, you should’ve known the price.” 

The assassin screamed again, “They’ll all die because of me!” 

“That’s your problem, not mine,” Robin replied coldly, unmoved. 

“I won’t talk!” the assassin yelled defiantly, “Even if I do, I’ll die. My family will die for it!” 

“Well then, that’s your choice.” Robin crouched beside him, gripping his finger. 

“Ever wonder what it’s like to have your fingers slowly removed with a knife?” 

The assassin’s eyes widened in terror, and he shouted, “You’re a devil!” 

“Exactly!” Robin grinned, a dark smile crossing his face. 

With a brutal motion, Robin began to slice through the assassin’s fingers, each cut sending waves of pain through the man’s body. 

The assassin convulsed as each slice of flesh and bone tore deeper. After less than 20 seconds, the man was no longer able to bear it.