High Rise Invasion Sniper Mask Face Novels & Stories

A video. Mark played it on the laptop, and we gathered around the screen. The image was grainy and dark, shot from a camera mounted high in a corner. It showed a room full of people, their faces hidden by masks, standing in a circle around a table. On the table were the missing weapons, laid out in neat rows. The masked figures were chanting something, a low and rhythmic sound that made my skin crawl. Then one of them stepped forward and removed his mask. It was a face I did not recognize. Young. Handsome. Cold. He looked directly into the camera and smiled.

They answered immediately " We are not using guns but in the most serious cases. We need to make it as clean as possible. We don't have to freak the people there. second, wear your black mask to not get detected by the cameras." " Can I join please?" I tried for the very last time to not push him over the edge for now " Okay but you will obey whatever the instructions are." He said " Yes Marc, I will." " Good then, this is your gun, this is your mask, put on the shield." I took them from him wearing them immediately " Good boy, this lens for the dark, put them when needed, put your Airpods, don't lose them." " Yes Marc." I said wearing the airpods

Hidden seamlessly within the lining of the velvet was a layer of carbon-nanotube armor, capable of stopping a high-caliber bullet. She picked up her mask—a delicate, silver filigree piece that covered the upper half of her face, adorned with black diamonds. "You look dangerous." Zara turned. Ethan leaned against the doorframe of the suite. He was breathtaking. He wore an immaculate, tailored black tuxedo, a stark contrast to the silver masquerade mask resting in his hands. He leaned casually on his silver-tipped cane, though Zara knew the cane concealed a high-voltage shock baton.

The sniper instinctively tried to fight back, but his speed was completely inferior compared to Harvey’s. Slap! A loud slap was heard when he slammed into the ground. “Guh!” A mouthful of blood spurted from the sniper. He simply had no strength to fight back anymore. His face mask slowly fell to the ground. Harvey could see his eagle-like eyes under the night sky. They did not seem human at all… “Genetically enhanced soldier?” Harvey wondered while squinting.

“Some people just don’t know how good they have it. Don’t pay him any mind!” Astel took the opportunity to wrap his arms around Ilma’s waist. “Then, you’d better make it up to me.” “Okay, okay. I’ll make it up to you!” As they spoke, their eyes began to grow dreamy. They completely ignored my presence. I cleared my throat. Only then did the two of them stop. Ilma said impatiently, “Gareth, what’s the meaning of this? It’s just a gas mask, isn’t it? Do you have to lie about saving someone on Mounscour Hill? You’ll stop at nothing to make things difficult for Astel!”

Ashley looked between them. “You two know each other?” Neither man answered. The silence itself was enough. Dominic lowered his weapon slightly. “Take off the mask.” The stranger smiled beneath it. “Not yet.” “Why?” “Because once Ashley sees my face…” He looked directly at her. “…there’s no turning back.” Before anyone could react A laser dot appeared on the stranger’s chest. Then another. Then five more. Snipers. Dominic’s eyes widened. “Move!” The stranger looked toward the rooftops.

Bringing his radio to his mouth, then tucking it away. "Mask", Eris pulls up his own while reminding Vincent. A faint blue LED blinks on when it seals securely to his face. With fury in his eyes, Vincent snatches the blade from the wall and pulls up his mask. Dashing ahead in pursuit of the thief who threw it at him. While Eris follows close.

“Anyone who tries to harm a child for whatever reason must die. I will find the sniper.” Don Musta was least afraid because he had come well-prepared. He turned to the entrance and all gazes followed him. “You don’t have to,” a deep voice rang from the entrance. A tall familiar face, dressed in a black suit with a white shirt stood at the entrance and the man brought out a gun. “I’m already here for you, Mr. Mask.”

My ears are ringing, I press my hands to them. Slowly, the man turns his head. It's as if he is about to leave, but he sees me on the ground, right by his feet. Everything happens in slow motion. He's wearing dark sunglasses and a mask covers the lower half of his face. His head is covered by a plain black cap. I don't know why I registered all these details. He takes note of me and raises the gun. It's right in my face. I see the muzzle and his finger hovering over the trigger.

Nothing is private anymore. In front of her was the man who asked for a hand in marriage to Duke Raziel. He had his usual blue tailored suit that hung his body perfectly. He had his mask on his face that covered his nose and lips, but his infamous red eyes were staring at her, his black hair shining as the sun glistened from the window. She couldn’t read his face as he remained stoic. He was always wearing a mask to cover part of his face for unknown reasons. They said it was because he hides his ugly scar somewhere on the cheek...that he was a beast and the strongest...Well...that’s what the rumors say about him.