Novel & Cerita Hello The Sharpshooter

"Keep it steady!" I regained my footing between the bags, aimed, then took another two shots. One hit his upper arm, the other his shoulder, but he kept coming, unfazed by the gushing holes. I shifted my weight onto my other foot and grinned. I might not have stopped him, but the Thornblood dipped bullets had punctured him, binding shade and host to the same satisfying fate. I fired one last time, hitting him strait between his soulless eyes.

I asked. “5 years, the name’s Shane.” He replied. “Always good to meet a fellow Hunter, Shane. You already know my name so no need to repeat it. What are you doing working here?” I asked him. He chuckled to himself. “I’m on a contract, I stick to this area as I’ve been able to complete a few checkmates here. It seems to be a good area and I can get to know them all while working here.” He replied.

I command “Yes.” She breathes nodding before turning her head away from me. As soon as I reach my armoury room I change into a pair of dark jeans, a black V-neck t-shirt and put on my boots. I strap on my 9mm underneath my shirt, grab my sniper case and insert my Matsuda blade onto my back. I was getting ready to party.

“HEY MY HUSBAND AND SON COULD BE IN ONE OF THOSE CARS. DONT' SHOOT AT ANYTHING UNTIL YOU KNOW FOR SURE THAT MY FAMILY ISN'T HURT!” Sharon yelled when one of Unique’s men took a shot at the truck in front of them. “Who do you think you are to give me orders, you better be glad I didn't put a bullet in your head. Now sit the fuck back, before I change my mind about your usefulness.” Unique said as he pointed his gun at Sharon. She gasped loudly her heart racing, as she looked at the gun aimed at her. Unique turned back to the road.

Madden's face carried a proud smile immediately. The shooter... It was Adeline.

Some of them did not even stop at the red light – they pressed the accelerator instead of the brake, as if blessed with immortality. Anubhav turned and caught a glimpse of himself on the mirror above the wash basin. His usually sharp, light blue eyes looked hazy owing to the long and tiring journey. His eyes narrowed and he absently stroked his jet black hair. As always, his hair did not need the services of a comb, it was silky and fell fashionably just by finger combing. Friends at home used to call him Tom Cruise, not without reason. There was a letter on the bed.

feel insulted or say 'thank you'," I chuckled, because I was too awesome to giggle, "Just stick with smiling, you have a very nice set of dimples." I raised my hand and stick my index finger on the beautiful dent. His honey eyes seemed to melt, becoming a smoldering chocolate gold. "Thank you." He buried his head on my shoulder, his hands were like vine on my waist but of course I didn't complain. "I never guess you are shy." "Only to you," He mumbled slowly, the vibration of his voice felt pleasant on my shoulder. I could feel his face warmed. I smiled and closed my eyes, enjoying the moment. It would be nice to have him everyday, talking, just being close to him, helped me, like I

I replied. “I thought you said you left Mr. Robin Ryder your camera footage, they’re going to see you in the video," she whistled. “No, you can’t really see much of me, it was too dark, bad lighting a killer of many a good shot," I explained with a soft sigh. She sat up at this revelation, “Wait, so you’re not going to tell them it was you?” “Nope,” I replied popping the p. “but-“

He hadn't expected this young girl to be such a sharpshooter. After all, Micah was almost out of the pistol's range, but he still got hit by the bullet. She was indeed a sharpshooter! “What a pity! What a pity!” Harris lamented as he clenched his fists. “If you weren't that old man's lover, I'd definitely introduce you to my best nephew! Your marksmanship is on par with his! You two could love and kill each other!” Harmonia was utterly confused. What time was it now? He was still playing matchmaker?

The difference was that the sniper from the city’s SWAT team last time was using a very ordinary small-caliber sniper rifle. This time, though, the sniper was obviously using a large-caliber reinforced sniper rifle. The bullet was as thick as a thumb and shot out with high-speed rotation. Once it hit the human body, it would carve out a hole in the person. That was how Shiloh’s arm got detached. Shiloh was wiped out and laid down on the ground wailing. Shelynn quickly jumped down, did a front roll, took the pistol from Shiloh’s broken arm, then made a move to shoot Alex.