The Deadly Assassin Robin (Tristan Storm) novel Chapter 651

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The doctors, moments from leaving, stopped at Catherine’s voice. Her words cut through the air, sharp and impossible. 

A heart silent for over five minutes could not beat again. Not in this world. 

Even with the rarest of medicine or the strongest skills, such a feat would only delay death. 

True survival was unthinkable. 

Annie’s state was dire. Her heart had given up, her organs shattered beyond repair. Healing her wasn’t just unlikely it was absurd. 

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One of the doctors, a young woman with weary eyes, finally spoke. “Her mind… it’s already gone. Her soul may have slipped away. You should focus on preparing her farewell.” 

Robin, standing nearby, glanced at the watchstrapped to his wrist. “Her heart ceased eight minutes ago,” he began, his voice steady. “But her mind lacked flow for four minutes and fifty–eight seconds.” 

“For three minutes and forty–two seconds, you worked to revive her heart. During that time, blood still reached her brain.” 

“Her brain cells aren’t completely gone yet. Medically, you could call her dead.” 

“But biologically? Her body’s major cells are still functioning.” 

The female doctor froze, her breath caught. 

Robin was right. History wasn’t short on stories of impossible recoveries. 

Patients whose hearts had stopped for over five minutes, labeled as deceased, had defied the odds. 

In some cases, families refused to give up, performing CPR long after hope should’ve vanished. 

One man’s heart started beating again after three relentless hours of compressions. 

There were even reports of patients declared brain–dead for over an hour who somehow returned, alive and thinking. 

It was the strange and fragile dance between medical definitions and biology. 

Modern medicine often chose simplicity–five minutes without a heartbeat, and death was certain 

Protocols rarely left space for what couldn’t be explained. 

Robin moved quickly, inserting silver needles into specific points on Annie’s shoulders, neck, chest, and 

wrists. 

In total, he placed 18 needles across her body. 

The paramedics, who had been watching with expressions of pity and resignation, began to look more 

uncertain. 

At first, they believed Robin was simply refusing to accept Annie’s death–a reaction of overwhelming grief pushing him to act irrationally. 

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Even as he completed the Eighteen Spirit Needles, each precisely inserted into critical points, their faces remained filled with sympathy and quiet sighs. 

Then, three minutes passed. The pallor on Annie’s face began to change. Slowly, faint color crept back into her cheeks. Suddenly, her heart started beating again, and she drew a shallow breath. 

But her body remained still, unresponsive. Apart from the basic signs of life–her heartbeat and breathing -she showed no other reaction, like a figure caught in a fragile balance between life and death. 

The paramedics froze in shock, their disbelief mirrored by the bystanders around them. 

Robin had managed to restart her heart. 

The scene sent ripples of astonishment through the crowd, drawing whispers and startled cries. 

Yet, on the internet, the trolls wasted no time. 

“I’m calling it now–this is staged. They’ve had safety measures ready all along. No way someone was actually going to die.” 

“Unbelievable. Faking death for views? I was ready to see what she’d look like dead, but nope–still alive. What a letdown!” 

“Didn’t she claim she’d give her life back to her parents? Well? Where’s the noble sacrifice? Why is she still, breathing?” 

“Quit pretending. Get up and jump again if you’re so serious!” 

Nearby, a few doctors moved to check on Annie, but Robin stopped them with a sharp motion. 

Before anyone could say more, Major General Wilson of the Special Operations Military Region arrived, flanked by Robin’s newly assigned security detail. 

Wilson stepped forward, his voice steady. “General Ramsey, this is your newly appointed guard unit, assigned by command to ensure your safety. 

Another officer approached and saluted sharply. “Major Ferell, reporting for duty as your Guard Commander, General Ramsey!” 

Robin’s cold gaze swept over the crowd, lingering briefly on the gathered reporters. His voice cut through the noise. “Major Ferell, listen closely. Your orders are as follows: Go to Room 2002. Bring Annie’s biological parents, the entire family, along with Craig Lovatt from Brookhaven TV’s Legal Hour slot here.” 

“Yes, sir!” Major Ferell barked. He turned, gesturing to eight guards. “You’re with me. The rest of you–stay here and protect the Generall 

As they moved into action, Robin’s device buzzed. A new message had come in from the Dark Web operatives. “Holmes is not in the area. We’re tracking him. Purr and Pine24 have been apprehended and will be delivered to Brookhaven Residence in five minutes. 

Fetell returned with eight guards, Annie’s parents, and her younger brother. They stood silently before 

Robin. 

“General, Ferell began, his voice heavy. “Santiago’s mother has passed away. His father, overcome with 

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grief, only regained consciousness a short while ago.” He gestured toward a guard holding the lifeless body of Santiago’s mother. The sorrow in his tone was unmistakable. 

Robin stepped forward and examined the woman’s face. After a moment, he sighed softly. There’s nothing we can do now.” 

Crispin, standing nearby, wiped at his tear–streaked face. His voice cracked with anguish. “General Ramsey, my son, my daughter, my wife–they re all gone. What’s left for me in this world?” 

This is Santiago’s pension. I’m entrusting it to the unit. Here are the keys to Annie’s house and her bank tard. She wanted her savings to go to the orphanage.” 

“She spoke of it often–how she dreamed of helping those children once she had the means.”