Novel & Cerita High Rise Invasion Sniper Mask

“Hey, look at our target properly. If you fail tonight, we won't be able to party with that bitches.” "Yes, captain." The young man returned to stalking his prey seriously, while occasionally shifting the tilted hat. Targeting someone in the middle of a dry arid desert, it's really an extraordinary challenge. Moreover, they have to blend with nature using various disguise attributes which itch very much on their bodies. But that does not deter the hired snipers from around the world who are currently assigned to Iran's borders, to help the allies eradicate their enemies.

“Somewhere fantastic.” The road narrowed into an alley barely wide enough for the SUV. There were no pedestrians, there were no other cars, just high stone walls on both sides, and the smell of salt and rotting seaweed drifting through the vents. He slowed then stopped, the engine idled low and menacing. He shifted into park as he reached up and pulled the baseball cap off. My heart slammed so hard I thought it would crack a rib. He peeled away a thin hyper-realistic silicone mask the kind used in high-end espionage films. The face underneath was leaner than I remembered, scarred along the jaw, but unmistakable.

He sighed and brushed his hand in his hair the other hand resting in his pocket and he stopped smiling and said in a deep voice, “Seeing you now is risking my life, you know my first name and for the first time I am not afraid to take such a step.” He turned to me and this time he looked straight in my eyes and he continues, “I will try and come back here to see you. But if I can’t and you can recognize me without my mask when we meet once again, then I won’t hesitate to be yours forever. This I promise.”

Elowen POV. The leather sofa in VIP Room Three still held the warmth of the last client. I could feel it through the thin crimson silk barely covering my body as I adjusted my position, making sure every angle was perfect. The jeweled mask sat secure against my face, catching the low amber light, hiding everything that mattered while showing everything that didn't. My red hair fell in waves over my bare shoulders. No brown wig or oversized cardigan swallowing my curves tonight. Tonight, I was Nyx, and Nyx didn't hide.

A few techs were stationed at the consoles, typing rapidly. These guys were higher rank to those outside. In this room I lined up former world most wanted hackers and tech geniuses from the top companies around the world. “Have you identified the shooter?” I asked, taking the seat beside Leo. The lead tech worker shook his head. “The shooter wore a full black tactical mask, sir. No visible face, no ID. We ran the footage through recognition software, but it came back clean.” “Play it.” He did. The video replayed in the highest possible definition.

The gunshots were closing in and Ivan’s men yelled and cursed. There was no doubt the motel was under attack and Ivan was sure it was the expected rescue attempt. He had some expectations for a hand of negotiation from Hugo but it seemed off the table. The man was going for the kill. The entire building rumbled under the gunfire. Jessica was neither shocked nor scared. She just awaited what was coming her way. Ivan was double minded if he should aim at the door or at Jessica. The gazes of both of them were stuck like flies on the door when the window shattered and a tall figure swiftly rolled into the room. Before Ivan could react, the masked figure aimed his gun at his head. The figure pull

If he’s still fighting against whatever invisible enemy is clawing at him. His fingers twitch against the armrest, knuckles whitening, muscles rigid. His chest rises too quickly, like each breath is a battle. I wait, heart in my throat. And then—slowly—his body loosens. His shoulders drop, no longer locked in that unforgiving frame. The shaking in his hands ebbs, fading little by little, until his fingers finally fall still. A heavy breath escapes his lips. His eyes remain closed for a second longer, as if clinging to the darkness. Then they snap open—slightly unfocused, hazy, like he’s just surfaced from a nightmare. His jaw tightens. Frustration flickers across his face.

Is there ever freedom? The sound of engines drags me back to the present. Headlights cut through darkness. Cameo and I exchange a look. Finally. Two SUVs pull up in front of us. My men immediately tighten formation. Weapons raised and ready. Doors swing open. Men in black ski masks climb out. Guns in hand. Silent and disciplined. I study them, carefully. “Olympus?” One of them asks. I arch a brow. “What’s it to you?” My hand rests against my gun.

He picked up a gun and pointed it at her. She was so scared that she screamed and fired her gun at the masked man. She did not care if she might end up missing the shot. The masked man also fired at her. She seemed to have been shot. She felt immense pain in her chest, and she fell to the ground. The masked man closed his eyes and took his last breath after seeing that his shot had landed on Eli. At this moment, the warning siren rang again. "Attention, all soldiers. Please pay attention. Foreign mercenaries have invaded the island. Stop the training, and put on the Invisible label. Capturing the outsiders is a top priority!"

“We need your strength, Marsh. You hold the perimeter.” Marsh nodded, his loyalty unwavering, poring over the schematics. “Hotel’s a fortress—ballroom, rooftop access. Sniper’s likely there.” Rosa’s screen flashed, her voice tense. “Order’s got insiders—hotel staff, security. We need my drone to jam their comms.” Valentina added, sharp, “My defector says the sniper’s got heavy ordnance—explosives, rifles. It’s a kill zone.” Marsh’s vow, his injuries a testament to their fight, rallied the team, their unity a pulse. But the summit’s trap, the Order’s insiders, deepened the threat, a blade at their empire’s core.