High Rise Invasion Sniper Mask Face Novels & Stories

The shooter was wearing a mask at that moment, so his face was completely hidden. "Seems like your plan to kill Young Master White, failed completely. Unfortunately for you, he is still alive and well." Warren said teasingly. There's nothing a sniper hates more than missing a kill. And Warren wanted to express this so he could fluster the sniper. "Who's to say it wasn't a shot meant to warn him. Now then, would you move out of my way!" the sniper commanded. Warren stood firm. Then the sniper retrieved a 9 mm gun from his side and pointed it at Warren. Warren almost burst out laughing when he saw that. He knew he could easily take out the sniper, Warren wanted to entertain him a little, at le

He commanded and pressed the gun in head. "Don't hurt her. Here, I'll drop my gun." I said and slowly lowered the gun on the ground, not leaving my eyes away from them. "Good. Now get your other gun behind your back and drop it too." He said. I bit my lower lip. He knew. I followed his instructions. "Good girl. Now remove your mask." He said again. "You are the guy from the pier." I said. Jessy blinks two times. She was giving me signal and I don't know what the fuck that is!

he responded shortly as if he understood it completely. "And done, here." he gave Primo the camera when he's done setting it. Primo noticed the beautiful mask that he wore. It's a gold kitten mask with fangs on bothd sides downward and minni chains on both ears. It looks sa cool and fabulous and might be the only mask existing. "Are you ready?" Allen asked as Primo poisted himself and that's the queue for Allen to start the live. As soon as the live started, a lot of notification and comments flooded his computer. Every single person giving thousands of coins.

‎ ‎Between the man I was raised to obey, and the man who had thrown himself in front of a sniper laser for me? ‎ ‎Tears gathered in my eyes before I could stop them. ‎ ‎“I don’t” My voice cracked. “I don’t know.” ‎ ‎Gregory looked shattered. ‎Zayden looked like he expected that answer. ‎ ‎But both of them turned when something else happened. ‎ ‎The masked man ‎The one with the sun symbol ‎stepped fully out of the shadows at last. ‎ ‎Into the streetlight. ‎ ‎And for the first time, I saw his face.

______ From a tall building near the company, a man clad in a black hoodie and black sweatpants, with a mask covering half of his face, stood beside an MTS 116m suppressed sniper rifle, which is considered one of the deadliest weapons. He pulled out his vibrating phone from his pocket and picked up an incoming call. [How is it going?] A lady's voice reverberated from the other side of the phone. "Ma'am, she's not yet out, but I think-" His husky voice sounded as he gave his reply, but before he could finish his sentence, his gray eyes spotted three people, two males and a female, walking out of the company building, and he immediately stuffed the phone into his pocket.

he pointed to a smaller trail that looked to lead in front of the small group, "we may be able to intercept them. What is your plan for gaining the upper hand?" "I don’t have one. What could we possibly say that might sound believable?" They rose and took the smaller trail. All the way they did not speak, but in their minds they batted around what could be said that would be even remotely believable. Each idea sounded ever more far fetched than the last. Then they were there. The trail had become wider and they were on it right in front of the group they were chasing. These were assassins. That much was easy to see from the gear they carried. The only one the captain or Ian could pick out wa

He hauled his face closer, strained his eyes trying to see the letters scribbled on the glass. Hi, Andre. A grin protruded his face, or maybe the mirror lied. His head began to hurt, a sharp pain rising at the back of it as flashes of memories of things he never recalled doing rushed in. "Ah..." he held the back of his head from the intensity. The pain began to drill in, puncturing a hole in him as his mind slowly was zapped by the pain. His screams filled the quiet neighbourhood. On a different occasion, he would have thought of his neighbours but not today. Not when he faced his demon, the one who wore his face and stared back whenever he gazed at his own reflection.

“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.