Chapter Seventy-Eight.

“No, but you would beg and wish that you were dead.”

Declan walked towards the assassin and plunged the syringe into his neck emptying the contents into his body.

“Good enough for me.” The assassin said without a hint of worry on his face. “I was ready to die the first day I took up this job

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“I don’t think you have been getting what I was saying, this is not going to kill you, but you wish for death but it wouldn’t come.” Declan said and the assassin coughed up a bit of blood.

“Something is wrong. That’s not how cyanide kills.” The assassin glared at Declan and doubled over releasing more amounts of blood than before. “What did you do to me?”

“Nothing that will kill you. So are you ready to talk or do you need a second dose?” Declan asked with a wry smile, showing him the syringe which was filled. The assassin went pale in fear as he glared at Declan.

“I can’t talk, that is part of the job description.” The assassin grunted

“Funny that you are talking about assassin policie