Novel & Cerita High Rise Invasion Sniper Mask

They answered immediately " We are not using guns but in the most serious cases. We need to make it as clean as possible. We don't have to freak the people there. second, wear your black mask to not get detected by the cameras." " Can I join please?" I tried for the very last time to not push him over the edge for now " Okay but you will obey whatever the instructions are." He said " Yes Marc, I will." " Good then, this is your gun, this is your mask, put on the shield." I took them from him wearing them immediately " Good boy, this lens for the dark, put them when needed, put your Airpods, don't lose them." " Yes Marc." I said wearing the airpods

Yves clenched his fist and gritted his teeth, "Those fuckers! I'm going to kill them this time." Xavy was in a serious mode while looking at the TV that was access to the surveillance camera outside. They all wore black outfit, and they all wearing black mask to hide their faces and they are all holding some grenades, guns and bullet. Xavy could also pinpoint were the sniper were hiding, he was trying his best to analyze the situation that could benefit his parents. Xavy saw some hand gestures on the man who was wearing a small black earphone, he could see were the man was looking clearly. He did his best to pinpoint the snipers location.

Raverine wore a black hoodie and loose denim jeans. He even bought an anonymous mask so that he could hide his whole face from the sellers. The only hidden weapon he has is his punches, kicks, and the tiny and slim knife he hid. The knife doesn’t really look like a knife, more like a flexible blade wrapped around his belt.

The question is, will I survive? The guard suddenly rushes in. He points at me and throws me something, which I quickly catch. “Put that on. Alpha Zao wants to see that on you.” “What…is it?” I ask, standing up. “A mask? I don’t know,” he says with anger. I look at it. It’s a tasseled nose‑and‑mouth mask. The dangling tassels are made with rhinestones, and the bottom part curves into a V shape that frames my jaw and chin when I put it on.

That was so close, he would have been struck down by the .30 inch sniper bullet. It was coming from meters away so Simon could easily deduce that it was a military grade sniper, and it wasn’t just a military grade; it was a special type of sniper if it could be used in the dark. That means it had infrared sensor. Even with the room light on, the shooter wouldn’t be able to see him since the curtains were still covered; unless with a sensor type sniper.

One of the men nodded and pulled up a grainy video feed—the stretch of road where our SUV had been torn apart. The headlights flared across the screen, figures emerging from the shadows, the spray of gunfire captured in stark black and white. I felt my stomach twist, the memory colliding with the image. There it was—the moment the glass shattered, the night erupting in chaos. My breath caught as the camera zoomed closer to one of the attackers. Masks. All of them had been masked. But not ordinary masks. These were marked, painted with symbols I didn’t understand—white streaks slashed across black, like claws tearing through darkness.

We reach the corner exit, but a shadow detaches itself from the mist. A man in tactical black, his face hidden behind a ballistic mask. I stumble back, trying to pull Julian away, but a deafening BANG erupts right next to my ear. I scream, clutching my head as the ringing drowns out the world. The assassin in front of us collapses, a hole charred through his chest. I spin around to see a silver-plated sidearm in Mason’s hand. How the hell did he sneak that past the "neutral ground" sensors?

Through the bond, she felt Rick and Nathaniel entering the front, their senses alert for danger. A soft scraping sound from above made her freeze. She looked up just in time to see a figure in white crouched on the roof's edge, not a wolf, but someone dressed entirely in white tactical gear, including a mask that obscured their features. The figure held what appeared to be a modified rifle with a scope. "Sniper," she breathed through the bond, the mental warning reaching her mates instantly. The figure tensed, as if somehow sensing her presence despite her silence. In one fluid motion, they swung the rifle toward her position.

Lacey, our sniper, whispered from my side, the concern evident in her voice. We were both sprawled out on the roof of the old abandoned warehouse with our fronts pressed to the edge of the surprisingly sturdy zinc. Lacey had her rifle settled, the barrel angling slightly to the right, waiting for our targets to step onto the stage. Her blonde hair was scraped back into a severe ballet styled bun, and the black half-face mask she wore concealed everything but her eyes. We’d known each other for years, but those green eyes never failed to stun me. Even in the gloom, they were piercing. A clear, vibrant emerald that could make anyone look twice. Lacey was the kind of beautiful that made men stu

" Really?" " Yes! Just call me Jasmin, that's my code name but if you want to see our faces you can't. Each of my colleagues here has a code name too. And our chief was Sapphire. So far you haven't seen her here. She is on vacation now. We wear a mask or face mask because that is the only barrier to covering our personalities. Oh, are you now happy because I already answered your questions?" He laughed again. "Really?" He said in a sarcastic tone. "Very superficial reason. Let me out of here. I'm getting bored here."