High Rise Invasion Sniper Mask Novels & Stories

-VIVIAN I closed my eyes and allowed the oxygen to flow freely into my lungs. I was waiting patiently for my target. I was laying on a rooftop with my long sniper pointed at a window four meters away. The sky was dark and my entire outfit was dark as well. Even my hair was covered away in a hood. It helped me blend in perfectly. The coldness of my metal weapon felt inviting. It was the only thing that felt right in this cruel world. I watched my prey quietly as I waited for the right time.

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

Lee Estate – Rooftop, 11:32 PM The fire raged across the eastern walls as masked assassins climbed over the last barricade. Devin stood on the rooftop balcony, sniper in hand, breathing slowly despite the chaos. Behind him, Yuri pulled her hood up, wind whipping her coat as she stared at the silhouettes emerging from the smoke. "They're here for me," she muttered. Devin loaded another round into the rifle. "Then let them try." Just as he aimed, a sleek figure leapt onto the rooftop from a wire above. The masked attacker was fast—too fast—and landed directly between them.

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.

ELIANA. The moment we pulled over was when the clock struck twelve. I stepped out, but not without my glittery black mask over my eyes and it was at that moment, that the wind breezed into me the reality of tonight. I turned to Denver whose charcoal black mask fitted perfectly over the bridge of his nose and Ivan went with a grey color. We assembled amid the whole Pack, their hundred bodies the perfect camouflage.

Marcus shouted. The group sprinted toward a narrow alley beside the bridge. ⸻ Gabriel Ashford didn’t follow immediately. Instead, he calmly walked toward the attackers. One of the masked men aimed directly at his head. Before he could pull the trigger— A sharp crack echoed through the air. The rifle flew from the gunman’s hands. A sniper. Someone else was watching. The masked men froze. A red laser dot settled briefly on the hood of their sedan. Then disappeared. Their leader shouted, “Fall back!”

CHAPTER 104 Fear filled the hearts of the masked men. No one told them that they would be facing these kinds of enemies, and it looked like all their preparations were going to be in vain. Hearing the swift sound of the sniper shit, relief appeared on Harrison’s face, and he glanced at Alyssa. They would be safe, and he was glad. Gunshots reverberated from outside the SUV, and a motorbike crashed into one the cars of the masked men. Jang was swift, moving like a monster on the field. Bloodthirst filled his eyes, as he rushed to the men in front of him, not minding the attacks that were coming.

He pulled the trigger. But the shot never came. CRACK! A single bullet echoed like thunder through the air. The masked man’s head snapped back. He dropped like a ragdoll. Raven blinked in stunned silence. CRACK. CRACK. CRACK. Three more fell in quick succession. The others, scattered. And then she saw him. Alexander. A vision in black, storming forward like death incarnate, expression carved from ice, his custom rifle raised and steady. Behind him, his elite guards fanned out like wraiths, precise, merciless.

so confident that they didn’t even bother keeping the location a secret. Arrogance. That would be their downfall. Hours later, I was in position. Dressed in black, a mask covering my face, I climbed to the rooftop of the building across from Hunter’s guest house. A sniper rifle rested in my hands, the cool metal steady beneath my grip. I had the perfect vantage point. I could see the entrance of the house clearly. I could see Hunter’s men stationed outside, drinking, laughing, completely unaware of what was coming. Taking out Hunter in the middle of a house full of armed men?

Chapter 97: The one I met at the Operation Garett’s Point Of View My mind would not take it initially. My grip on my gun tightened, and my eyes were on the man struggling with my men. He wore no mask, no disguise. Just him—Thorne. I felt as if the ground below me had disappeared. My whole body went rigid, my chest barely rising for air. I had a mask over myself, my identity hidden, but my hands shook. What the hell is he doing here?