Hello The Sharpshooter Novels & Stories

He aims and pulls the trigger. *************************************************************

But it was a long, long time before all this chaos happened. “His name is Aiden, he is one of the best snipers from the training camp in US, and has had a lot of experience doing risky jobs. Last night a container truck hit them on purpose on their way home, then they were almost killed by a bomb being carried by a boy. Why is this matter getting more complicated, Al?” asked Luca in frustration.

His eyes were fixed on Leron’s hands. After briefly fighting the guy once, he knew how precise and powerful his shots were. Dayton and his friends were petrified on the spot, their hearts were pounding wildly, especially Dayton. Though he had previously boasted loudly and dismissed Leron, he instinctively felt immense pressure when the notorious Sharpshooter actually appeared, and his throat began to feel dry. “Kaze Lee, surprised? We meet again.” Leron scrutinized Kaze with heightened interest. His words shocked Dayton and Buffy.

Ignoring his remark, I drew a deep breath and asked, "Who paid you to kill King Sharpe?" "Wow, who are you? How did you know that!" Sniper asked, his eyes widened with excitement in them. "Are you some sick FBI agent or something!" Frowning, I rested my blade on his cheek and dragged it into his skin as I calmly uttered, "What did I say about you asking questions?" A scream escaped Sniper's lips as my blade when furthered into his flesh and blood started rolling down his chin. "Now, answer me with an honest reply. Who sends you to kill King Sharpe?!" I asked, pulling my blade out of his skin as tears rolled down his face.

Their baby cried loudly, piercing the night. "AMBULANCE! QUICK! QUICK!" Edgar shouted to his team, his voice nearly desperate. And then, to the shooter: “And you! I fire you! Meet me at the base camp after you return!” Edgar’s voice trembled, full of burning anger. How could an amateur shooter infiltrate his security detail? With his remaining strength, Jonathan raised his trembling hand, touching Harley’s tear-streaked cheek. Their eyes met — full of pain, regret, and unspoken love.

Angelo’s eyes widen, but he doesn’t have time to ask more questions because a popping sound comes from the other side of the warehouse. Angelo hefts the automatic in his hands, and a yell followed by a sickening thud tells me he’s hit his mark without me ever laying eyes on the man. Angelo is a sharp-shooter, and that’s why I need him in my corner. I’m better with my hands, but he’s a better shot, and we’ll make a good team.

Sharon could be in serious danger. He reached for his phone to warn her—only to find the signal was dead. A signal jammer. His eyes narrowed. Without another second's hesitation, he turned and strode toward the warehouse. Just then, a glint of cold light caught the corner of his eye. Thomas turned to see an assassin in black tactical gear lunging at him with a gleaming blade. The knife caught the moonlight, reflecting a sharp, icy gleam—clearly a weapon of exceptional quality, capable of cutting through iron like mud.

Only then would I find true peace. After all, what could possibly be that hard about it? From what Shawn had revealed last night before passing out, this assassin was a legendary professional who used a high-caliber sniper rifle for his missions. The man could sit from a comfortable, mile-long distance on a rooftop and effortlessly gun Elara down in broad daylight, and no one would ever suspect a thing! I hissed. Let me see how that bitch’s precious tech knowledge and cybersecurity empire would save her from a bullet tearing through her skull.

Panic, real and raw, cracked through the surface. “What the fuck?” His voice broke, low and raw. “Where did they shoot you? Why didn’t you tell me? I swear to God—I’ll kill every one of those bastards.” I stepped back from him, needing the distance. “I dragged myself back to you,” I said. “Bleeding. Dizzy. Barely standing. When I saw the casino sign, I thought, finally—I’m safe. I made it home. Back to my boyfriend.” My voice tightened. “But then I saw you. Holding Amy. Walking right past me like I didn’t exist.”

He was ruthless as well, as each shot he fired counted as a kill, much to my surprise. I knew he was good but right now, he was a killing machine….a cheerful killing machine. The song ends, and so does the sound of firing guns all around us. “All clear!” I hear one of the men, who was positioned high up the hill with a sniper and had a better advantage and view of the land down here. I get up from my position and start walking ahead, taking a look at the scene before us. Dead bodies laying all around. “Everyone Okay?” I shout out loud.