Hello The Sharpshooter Novels & Stories

The shoe of the spear is made with silver and an embedded symbol of Fleur de Lis. I asked Vol to make two spears and two knives for me and Rendall. Quinn already asked Vol to enhance her arrows and change the string of her bow. “These are awesome!” Rendall exclaimed as he scans the bowie knife that also have the Fleur de Lis symbol. “I am glad you liked my work.” Vol bowed and we also bowed to show respect and gratitude for his hard work. “We have to go Vol, till next time.” I carried the spear and knife while Rendall carried Quinn’s bow and arrows.

He can't even see the mf that just talked "Show yourself !'Hutton gritted still on the tree A dry laughter was his response.. "Who..."a gunshot cut his statement short. Hutton let out a lit groan as the bullet hit his arm "The fūck !?"his eyes roamed around the tree looking for the shooter His eyes landed on a man holding a sniper gun like him.. "Shît..". Antonio gave out a small grin as he pulled the trigger. Quickly Hutton let himself crash on the ground

"Stay sharp." Venom crouched behind a tree, holding his breath as they passed by, their eyes darting nervously. Taking advantage of their distraction, he silently attached a silencer to his gun. He breathed deeply willing his shifter blood to start healing his wounds even though he couldn't shift here. He was losing a lot of blood but he had to stay sharp for a few more minutes.

"Someone shot the shit outa me. I see footsteps surrounding the house!" "I got it. I got it! I see the man surrounding you-- Oh shit there's another one on the field! He's crawling!" Hayley shouts, laughing at the player that she sees on her 8x CQBSS Scope. "Oh, he's freaking dead. I see him." And she started shooting but as soon as it marked a kill, she suddenly got knocked down and she screamed for help. Eleanor was running to help her but unfortunately, she got knocked down too.

He then aims for Gunner. He pulls the trigger and a bullet fries by Gunner's head, brushing with the side of his head so that a injury surfaces. He falls on his knees with a hand on his head. "Sniper!" All his men take cover behind trees, logs, and bushes while he too quickly rolls behind a tree. All this time Sophia, The Hunter, and his few pick a race with no destination in mind but rather an objective: to escape the gangsters. "Are you okay sir?"

I said as I clicked the gun ready to unload every bullet in his hardened heart. Someone used something to hit my hand and when I fired, it did not get Rarf in the head but in his stomach. This will not be able to take him out but I have to solve the situation behind me first. It was Inizio it has to be. I connected my elbow with his face making me hold his face, yelling out in pain. I will make him suffer, he has no right to die.

For god's sake! "Why do you have The Cup?" she demanded. "I figured Matt would even take it to the bathroom with him. He already thought filling it with roses would make up for the past. Is he up to some kind of weird trick here? Did he pay you to come here and play some kind of trick on me?" "No trick at all." The man lowered the massive trophy he was holding. "Chad Hallowell!" they chorused. "Got it in one." He winked.

The mysterious sniper, her face hidden, lowered her rifle, her voice—soft but deadly—lingering: “This ends now.” “Who are you?” I demanded, my voice raw, my shoulder stinging from the visitor’s graze. The sniper stepped closer, her silhouette sharp against the firelight from the helicopter’s wreckage, but she didn’t answer, her eyes scanning the cliff for threats. Liam’s grip tightened, his love a vow that steadied me, his bloodied shoulder trembling but his resolve unbroken. “Sophia, we need to move,” he whispered, his lips brushing my ear, a promise of a future we could still fight for.

Rohan’s expression kept changing when he saw Harvey step forward without fear; he quickly flicked his hand, revealing a revolver. He pulled the firing pin and aimed right at Harvey. “Look out, Sir York!” Lola exclaimed. “Rohan’s a sharpshooter!” “A sharpshooter?” Harvey curled his lips, looking calm. He had seen all sorts of sharpshooters during his time in the Euro-American war. Not a single one of them managed to scratch him. Rohan chuckled wretchedly after hearing Lola reveal his identity. “I admit, you’re pretty impressive!” he exclaimed with a breath full of hot air.

Suddenly, a dead body dropped from the sky. One, two, three… it continued like rain. “Oh…” His lips curved inwardly. “The reinforcement.” He inspected the nearest dead body that just fell next to him. “The bullet wound.” He was in awe. He knew exactly whose work was this. A sharpshooter. A very accurate and strong one. “Mandrill is in action.” He clapped his hands in amusement. He lifted his head and looked at the angry Qusyairi. “I don’t want to hold you any longer. Ha ha ha. What a pity.” I can’t kill you.