This is from my current thriller novel I'm slogging through.
They would use knives in the steamy and crowded outdoor market; they would surround him, cut off any escape route, and once they were close enough, use their sharp blades. A well trained assassin knows where to put the blade so its thrust would as deadly as a close range shot from a .357 Magnum without any of the noise and fuss that a gun makes. An accidental bump in the crowd, the knife would punch into the ribcage four or five times in a second and half, shredding organs, shearing major blood vessels, causing hemorrhage, shock, and finally death; it wouldn’t come quick and it wouldn’t be pretty, but it would be as silent as a grave.