High Rise Invasion Sniper Mask Novels & Stories

Late at night, on the rooftop of a skyscraper, a man in a black tactical jacket aimed a sniper rifle at the window of an office building across the street. Inside, Caleb sat at the head of the conference table. The sniper wore a white mask. After a moment of adjustment, he fired. The gunshot echoed, and the man inside the meeting room collapsed instantly. Chaos erupted within the office building. "Good job!" Behind him, a deep voice spoke. "You're even more promising than Ivan."

he snarls, voice layered, distorted, “would be a great time.” “For what?!” I scream. Ezra’s eyes flash—not blue anymore, but something darker, deeper, like a storm rolling in behind them. He bares his teeth. And speaks a word that does not belong to any language I know. The air splits. Literally. The space beside Ezra fractures like glass, peeling back to reveal darkness beneath—and from it steps the masked man. Fully formed. Solid. Real. He moves in perfect synchronization with Ezra, like a reflection stepping out of a mirror. Same height. Same build. Same presence. The smooth black mask hides his face, but I feel his attention snap to me instantly.

Some of the enemies don’t get the chance to retaliate or to even hide, others manage to fire a few shots at us but still end up being either dead or injured. Once we’re inside the mansion, Adriano and his men are already awake and have prepared to counterattack. Unfortunately for them, we’re more prepared. I toss a grenade at them, then… boom! Fire crackles, smoke billows. My men and I put on a mask with goggles. With that advantage, we’re able to move and shoot with confidence. Adriano scampers to his feet as he ascends to the stairs. I shoot him at the back and he collapses to the floor. He looks at me with one half-closed eye, smirking. But, I make his smirk fade away by giving him two mo

“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

“Some people just don’t know how good they have it. Don’t pay him any mind!” Astel took the opportunity to wrap his arms around Ilma’s waist. “Then, you’d better make it up to me.” “Okay, okay. I’ll make it up to you!” As they spoke, their eyes began to grow dreamy. They completely ignored my presence. I cleared my throat. Only then did the two of them stop. Ilma said impatiently, “Gareth, what’s the meaning of this? It’s just a gas mask, isn’t it? Do you have to lie about saving someone on Mounscour Hill? You’ll stop at nothing to make things difficult for Astel!”

She forced herself to lift her head and take a look at the owner of the shoes. His height is towering her hunched self, with long and slender legs, tightly warped by black drawstring trousers, and a sweatshirt with the same color. The man had black, tousled hair and a pair of caramelized hazel orbs. The irises are gleaming in the dark, a sliver of amusement dancing beneath the thick eyelashes and the sword-like eyebrows. The man is wearing a mask, covering half of his face, giving out an aura of mystery. He looked unkempt, but one cannot deny the dazzling appearance behind the mask.

HYun-woo asked as soon as he arrived at the meeting place. "I've just arrived, boss," the man responded, presenting him with the requested item. Upon inspection, he felt content as the mask appeared remarkably authentic, ensuring that his true identity would remain undetectable. After completing the payment, he quickly departed and returned to his condo to try on the newly acquired hyperreal mask.

“Anyone who tries to harm a child for whatever reason must die. I will find the sniper.” Don Musta was least afraid because he had come well-prepared. He turned to the entrance and all gazes followed him. “You don’t have to,” a deep voice rang from the entrance. A tall familiar face, dressed in a black suit with a white shirt stood at the entrance and the man brought out a gun. “I’m already here for you, Mr. Mask.”

WHACK! Ryder takes him out in one single blow. The man falls to the ground, unconscious. Without wasting time, Ryder takes off his clothes and wears the guard’s uniform. The guards here have a thick mask over their faces which has a golden beetle on them. There’s also an ID card which Ryder examines carefully. Vincent must have hired a mercenary group, Ryder realizes. He takes the man’s gun along with the equipment he borrowed from Kat and makes his way back to the building.

“Getting all possessive?” Scarface leaned close. “You think he’ll let me keep her after?” I turned slowly. He blinked. Then laughed. “Damn. I’m hard.” Freak. The vans arrived twenty minutes later. Black steel. Tinted glass. Silent killers stepping out with military-grade rifles and gas masks. Scarface grabbed his smoke grenade. “Daddy’s home, princess!” “Don’t fuck this up,” I snapped, slamming the chamber on my Glock. We moved in fast.