Hello The Sharpshooter 소설 & 이야기

He is quiet, for some reason? I walk over and pick up a dagger I like. It is one I would love to keep. I play with it in my hands and smile. “Aim for anywhere other than his foot or shoulder. I already got them covered.” Gunner explains. I look between him and the guy. “Erm, can I just watch for now?” I don’t want to go torturing a guy.

She sagged against the board, sobbing so violently she could barely hold herself upright. The fifth struck between her knees. By then, the snow beneath her was already wet. Not with melt. With fear. Kael lowered the bow at last. Liora let out a broken gasp, thinking it was over. Then he pulled the final arrow from the quiver. This one was barbed. Her eyes fixed on it, and something in her face went blank. “Kael… no… please…” He drew the string back, slow and merciless. Then he let it fly.

Their winger tries to shove Quinn against the boards, but he dodges at the last second, and flicks the puck towards me. I saw the hesitation in his movement like he is ready for me to fuck up. My stick meets it clean, and I take off down the ice. My skates carve hard into the ice as I pick up more speed. My heart slams like a war drum, and I fake left just to cut right and that's when I see my opening. There's no hesitation, I shoot, and the shot leaves my stick with force, a sharp sound of cracking erupts through the arena. For a split second, everything around me slows, and I watch it fly, I watch the goalie drop too late. The puck slams into the net.

Neon swirled the dagger around in her hand, her muscles tense, ready to react at any moment, as she swiftly turned towards the direction of the voice. "I said I'm not an enemy!" The person, who turned out to be a boy who looked her age, screamed, raising both hands in fright. Neon's eyes settled on the gun in his trembling hand. It was a famous weapon among werewolf hunters, renowned for its ability to shoot from a long range and its deadly accuracy against even the fastest of werewolves.

Terror washed me. "Hello Beautiful" "Hun....Hunter?" He is smiling at me in a way that makes me shiver. "In the flesh" Oh no. Please no.

Less than thirty seconds in and I’ve already been shot. My head thuds against the barrier. Around me, there’s more pinging and some shouting. I’ve completely lost sight of where Debbie went. I look around the corner of the barrier and fire a few shots off. I get one of the guys in the chest. Coach whistles him out. I’m still peering around the corner when I feel a prescence behind me. Hot breath tickles the back up my neck and sends a shiver down to my toes. I whip back around to face the person. Of course, it’s Archer.

Their opponent was positioned in the abandoned building and they are opposing them. "Damn this conflict we're whacked the whole area," he murmured gradually looking up from his hiding place and immediately firing the 5 people in the side. "Damn I think they are both powerful,” he muttered glancing at the woman who is also fighting with the 6 men on the side. and was amazed when she hit them in their heads perfectly. "Sharpshooter huh," he smirks and shot the men behind them. "Have you seen Mr. Weldon,?" she asked him and he just lifted his shoulder.

They couldn't bring the chopper down. I remember the random text, - Your sharpshooter will betray you. I took my gun out and pointed at it. I knew merely guns could not bring it down. " May I, sir." Arsh said, holding a small missile launcher in his hands. He pointed it toward the chopper. Missile hit it on the back side. It blasted and fell on the ground, burning, smoking and spreading heat around. Blast's sound reverberated in the sky. " You're a crazy man. But I like this toy. " Aakash grinned.

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> POV: Gunner _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> He entered the locker room looking for orange hair and found Shane Harlow instead. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

I'd find out soon enough. As soon as the photographer mounted the platform to get some stills and the other photog sent the drone airborne I sent the call to bring it down. The aircraft fell down with a screech scratching the paint of the brand new truck and any perfect memories that mister perfect thought he'd have. Picking up my phone, I called him as the sniper patched me to a video on my tablet so I could see him. "I guess, a congratulations is in order brother man." "Fuck you Driggs!" He spat. Oh I know he was pissed. It was perfect.