Novel & Cerita High Rise Invasion Sniper Mask Face

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.”

The silhouette wavered in the distance before he came into view. He was tall. Too tall. Black hair framed a face half-hidden by a mask across his mouth, as though he was smiling so wide it needed to be contained. But it wasn’t the mask that made my breath catch. It was his eyes. One was green while the other was violet, deep and unnatural, like staring into a bruise.

“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

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.

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-"

“What? You don’t want to. Shall I go down my knees and suck your dick. Ooohh! I forgot! You don’t have one anymore. What to do?” “I am rather in a good mood. Don’t sully it!” He took out a white mask from his pocket and put it on my face. “Wear this, I don’t want someone seeing your face, especially your eyes. Leave it to tonight’s winner,” he laughed then disappeared around the corner talking to one of the guards.

She stared at this strange face with rapt attention and didn't know when the man took the gun away from her, threw it away and slowly kissed her deeper and deeper. Sarah didn't try to resist him. She hungrily took his lips into hers as her eyes searched his curiously, "Richard?" she said with a husky voice. "Yes, Mrs. Wilson," he responded. Sarah slowly moved her fingers over his erratic face and at this point, didn't see any resemblance between the shape of his face and Richard's. She wanted to push him away when the tall and elegant man slowly ran his white and soft fingers over the collar of his shirt, opened two buttons as his hand went down to his neck and slowly pulled off a hyper-real