High Rise Invasion Sniper Mask Face の小説・ストーリー

I struggled against his gold, gripping a shard of glass, and slicing through his masked face. A string of curses left his lips in an unfamiliar language. He hit me hard against my face. Blood was dripping from his face, and I was sure I'd left a permanent scar running from one side of his ear to his lips. “I swear to you, I'm gonna fuck that pussy of yours so hard, whore,” He removed the scarf covering his face, and I froze at the familiar face. Ivan Gambino? Before I could understand what was about to happen, more shots rang in the air. They felt so distant and, at the same time, so close.

I screamed, breaking cover and running toward them. I found them in a small clearing. The Hunter was lying on his back. He was dressed in grey tactical camouflage, his face covered by a sleek, full-face mask with glowing green lenses. A high-tech compound bow lay in the dirt nearby. Ashren was straddling him, his good hand clamped around the Hunter’s throat, his other hand raised, claws extended, ready to rip the mask off. "Give me one reason not to open your jugular," Ashren snarled.

I snarled, pressing my own gun under his jaw. He struggled, but I had him. He was on a black mask with tactical gear. Only his eyes visible—they were dark, sharp, and strangely fucking familiar. My heart hammered as I ripped the mask off with my free hand. Ivan. My mother’s long-time lover stared back at me, his red-rimmed eyes wide with shock and guilt. I let out a bitter laugh that scraped my throat. “Well, well. It seems I’m surrounded by back-stabbing hypocrites.”

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.

He comes beyond that term. "You are new in this field, right?" Dylan asked the man standing beside him. They are both wearing mask, Tricorno Tarocchi (A joker-like mask with large head piece and with bells on) for him, and Volto Macrame Maschille Gold for his new subordinate. "I'll tell you how we operate our business." They looked at each other. "Our products need a high investment 'ya know. So all we have to do is approach those men with golden spoons in their mouth. Be friendly of course, show them the product and start the deal. Very simple right?"

Who was he? After a series of distractions, including a fire to cover his escape, the masked man finally managed to slip away unscathed. He infiltrated another estate and, after changing out of his black clothing, removed his silver mask, revealing a face of striking depth and beauty. Glancing down at the bite mark still visible on his finger, Reginald’s long, narrow eyes narrowed, glinting like a serpent eyeing its prey, cold and menacing. His lips curved into a dangerous smile. "Very well… First, you steal my Rainbow Glaze Bead, and now you bite me... Miranda, you’ll pay for this!"