Hello The Sharpshooter Novels & Stories

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.

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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.

From the shadows of the security room, Lorenzo’s mocking laughter cut through the chaos. “Well, well... Look who decided to show up,” he sneered, gripping a sleek, menacing FN SCAR rifle. “Let’s play,” he said, stepping out with deadly intent.

“A human?” “Not just a human.” I stepped forward, keeping the knife between us. “A hunter.” His lips curled into a sneer as he took a step toward me, his movements slow and deliberate. “You must be Riley’s pet.” His eyes raked over me, his grin widening. “I can smell him all over you. Leave it to Riley to fuck up this bad. A human? And not just any human—a hunter?” He barked a laugh. “Call it off.” My voice was steady, though every muscle in my body was coiled tight. “Whatever you’re planning to do to him, end it. I heard you, Liam. You killed Marcus, not Riley.”

She gripped it tightly, her hands full with sweat. "Stay back!" she shouted, her voice shaking but loud. The man chuckles darkly. "Do you even know how to use that thing?" Before he could take another step, the sound of rapid gunfire echoes down the hall outside. The man’s confidence weakens. He glanced back, distracted. It was all the opening Olivia needed. She pulled the trigger. This time, the bullet found its way. The man fell to the floor, a painful groan escaped from his lips before he fell unconscious.

But his target was Blake, and this would be his last mission. The sharpshooter looked through his scope and tried to locate his target, but he had disappeared. Using the most proficient skills, his breathing was calm, and he had considered all weather conditions. There was a huge bounty for the man he was targeting; he was the best marksman in the organization and had taken the mission. Soon he found his target again, and this time he was outside the building in the open. Steadying himself and calming his breath, he slowly squeezed the trigger. The rifle released a soft sound from the silencer, and the bullet escaped the barrel and was heading to the target’s chest. What the shooter saw next

My heart beats wildly in my chest as the sounds of the night reach my overstimulated mind, and my ears pound like a jackhammer. We’re both breathing harshly as we look back into the distance and watch warily as Hunter steps out of the car and shoots at an approaching SUV. Several men step out of the SUV and begin to shoot. Hunter catches one on the leg. You can tell from his awkward steps and the way he’s holding his hand across his bloody chest that he’s not going to last.

The dealer was still holding a gun back at Felton as he tore through the road, already marvelling about his endearing escape when a whooshing sound emanated followed by what appeared to be pink lightning and a woman dressed in pink was suddenly riding shotgun with him. "Ah, shit! Pink Projectile!" he cursed, quickly pointing the gun at her and opening fire. It was Carol. She grabbed at the incoming bullets emptied from the gun like she was picking up groceries until the dealer was then just pulling the trigger and only a clicking sound from an empty gun can out. "I think you're out of ammo," Carol said comically from behind her mask. "I hate that name, by the way. Now...," she added right be

After racking their brains for a long time, they finally realized who she was. "All of you, shut the fuck up! That's Liesel Sharp!" "Liesel Sharp? Who is that? She can cut me with that 'Sharp' jawline of hers! Can she be my lover?"