روايات وقصص ضمن High Rise Invasion Sniper Mask Face

Carlino’s POV The highway is sealed within minutes. Two SUVs block the front. Another cages the rear. My men move with surgical precision, weapons drawn but steady. A masked man stepped out slowly. Black coat. Black gloves. Face concealed beneath a matte mask that reflects nothing. He didn’t rush. He just stood there like he belonged. I stepped out of my SUV, the cold biting through my shirt. Lina moves to follow. “Behind me,” I said without looking at her.

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

The time was now 1:14pm and she could make out some movement at the glass door which opened as two huge Japanese men in black suits walked out, followed by another of average height behind them. She moved her sniper slowly to the right as the men made their way across the parking lot to their black sedan. Looking through the scope of the magnified glass attached to her weapon, she held her breath as the chest of one of her target’s bodyguards appeared on the crisscross mark, which was immediately followed by the bald head of the yakuza boss.

Ken was the only thing that mattered. Ken pushed off the railing and moved toward the shadowed lounge area on the upper deck. Steve followed at a distance, melting into the crowd like a predator, eyes never leaving his target. He watched Ken accept another drink from a passing waiter, then pause as a tall man in a gold mask approached him. They spoke briefly. The man leaned in too close, laughing at something Ken said, his hand gesturing before finally resting on Ken’s shoulder. Steve’s blood boiled. He recognized the man—a married tech investor clearly on the hunt tonight. The stranger’s fingers lingered. Ken didn’t immediately pull away, perhaps out of politeness, or perhaps testing his ow

He turns and sprints for the stairs. I dive for the laptop, my fingers flying over the keys as the villa trembles under the first impact of a breaching charge. The "Professional" mask is gone. The "Strategic" distance is a joke. I am a woman possessed, my vision blurring as I tunnel through layers of encrypted HRB firewalls.

I wanted to make sure they were watching, that they could see Mitchelle's triumph clearly. I spotted them toward the back of the room, Jason's face was tight with barely concealed resentment, Chloe stood rigidly beside him with an odd expression I couldn't quite read. Movement caught my eye. Something on the rooftop of the tall building opposite, visible through the floor-to-ceiling windows. A figure dressed in black, face obscured by a mask. Positioning a rifle. Time seemed to slow down as my brain processed what I was seeing. The masked figure adjusted their stance, as the gun barrel glinted in the afternoon sunlight, it angled downward toward the stage.

The obsidian archway groaned, a dull green light flickering back to life across the stone. "System error cleared," Zack called out, his voice strained as he forced himself to look away from my face. He grabbed the silver token and thrust it back into my hand, his fingers brushing against mine. He was cold as ice. "Mask 99... you are cleared for entry. Move along." "Thank you for your service, Commander," I said softly. I raised the silver filigree mask, letting the cold, diamond-cut metal settle against my skin. The world through the thin slits turned darker, sharper, and completely focused.

“Non-lethal if possible, boss wants answers!” The struggle was brutal but short. Furniture overturned. A grunt of pain. The intruder was tackled to the ground, zip-ties snapping around his wrists. Elena peeked over the sofa just in time to see the man’s mask ripped off, young, cold eyes, a fresh tattoo on his neck that looked like a Conti mark. One of the guards kicked the man’s weapon away and pressed a knee into his back. “Clear! Perimeter secure. He came up the service elevator, disabled the secondary sensors.”

“Two days before the crash, this ghost was on Hera’s tail. Same mask every time. I pulled footage from different cameras. When I try to run facial recognition, the mask fries the signal. Some kind of active jammer built in. It looks like a custom made military mask. I’ve never seen anything like it.” My stomach drops. “He is protecting himself, guarding his identity.” “He is very intelligent and cunning.” Justin spins the chair to face me. “Zero, listen. If they survived the river, then this guy is still hunting. And if the headquarters is compromised…” He doesn’t finish. He doesn’t have to. I stare at the frozen image. The blank mask stares back, cold and empty. My hands curl into fists wit

This man probably masked his scent. "Who are you ? "I growl as the man comes closer to me. He removes a needle from his pocket and his eyes twinkle. I can see through his eyes that he is smiling through his mask. He looks at me with his mismatched yes and comes closer. My breath hitches when he grabs my arm tightly. "What the fuck-"