High Rise Invasion Sniper Novels & Stories

Her eyes pinned on the SUV surrounded by the military’s high-power vehicles. She slowly sat down and lay on her stomach. Then, she adjusted the big gun in her arms skillfully. In her arms was the FN SCAR Sniper Support Rifle, one of the most long-ranged and accurate sniper riffle in the world that had 1000m point target. Steady, calm, deadly, and determined—Ashley aimed the sniper to the SUV. Through the high-precision lens, she waited patiently like a beast. Hardly blinking, her finger hovered over the trigger, ready to shoot anytime.

The shot hadn't come from Benjamin, and it hadn't come from Leo. Through the heavy curtain of rain and the deep shadows of the upper crane platform, a dark figure slowly lowered a high-caliber sniper rifle. The spotlight from the bridge briefly caught the hard, calculating lines of his face. It was Vance Senior.

Antonio ducked behind a concrete pillar. “SNIPER! LEFT BUILDING!” Marcus yelled. Antonio didn’t hesitate. He lifted his gun and shot out the nearest streetlamp— BANG! The light shattered, exposing the sniper’s position. Marcus didn’t waste a second. One shot. Straight through the head. The sniper’s body slumped against the window frame before toppling over. Antonio exhaled, flicking ash from his cigarette. “Finish the rest.” His men pushed forward, wiping out the last remaining Nuovo Ordine members. It should’ve been over. But then— A wounded Nuovo Ordine soldier, barely able to stand, reached into his jacket. Marcus was the first to notice. His eyes widened in horror.

I also get my own gun and with careful movements we went upstairs of the building. It is obvious that this sniper is connected to Jenny Martinez. I can't believe that she is now desperate that she even can hire a sniper to shoot me. And now she abducted her own niece. I baled my fist. I so wanted to see her inside the jail. When I saw the sniper peeking at his gun I can't control myself anymore and just grab his colar and leaned him on the wall. Tyron pointed him the gun. The sniper looks shocked and scared at the same time.

And then he says, “Good, because we might just kill everyone else who knows. Keep this a secret, huh, and we won’t have a problem.” I understand what the huge guy says again. And as to this, I see how he picks out a gun from the shelf compartment and blows on it with his mouth. “M24 Sniper Weapon System, Serial Number: M24SWS-7489B12. You just need to find the tallest building, place it on the placement, and fire. This beauty here has the capacity to travel longer ranges. Matriarch Alessandra is already dead meat if you use this weapon,” the huge guy says.

"There's a difference." A sharp, electronic chime echoed from the intercom terminal mounted near the bathroom door. The screen flickered awake, showing the dark, rain-soaked face of Marcus, Vance’s chief of private security, speaking through an encrypted satellite channel. "Mr. Sterling! Sir, do you read me?" Marcus’s voice was laced with urgent static. "The sniper shot originated from the rooftop of the Apex Tower across the plaza. We have teams moving on the position, but the primary target wasn't just you, they breached the sub-level mainframe five minutes ago."

‍ I breathed into my‌ mic, my⁠ voice barely a raspy whisper‍. "The s⁠e​condar​y sec‌ur​ity hub," Damien reported, his‍ voice dropping to a lethal whisper. "They've deployed four Cerberus⁠ snipers al​ong t⁠h​e grand mezzan​ine. They have a clear line of​ sight on the main elev‍ator door‍s. If w​e h⁠ad‌ s​omeh‌ow managed to force that lift open, we would have walked into a fir‌ing s‌qua‍d."

"Crawl. Do not stand up." I crawled over the broken glass. The cold wind howled through the shattered window, freezing the sweat on my skin. Sloane grabbed my arm and pulled me behind the concrete wall of the corridor. Bianca was right next to her, pale and shaking. The private elevator dinged, the doors flew open. Matteo and Dante rushed out, their guns raised. "Who did it?" Matteo yelled. His eyes searched the ruined living room. "Where is the shooter?" "Gone," Sloane said coldly. "It was a sniper from the south tower."

The engine beneath us growled, a mechanical beast ready to sprint across the jagged ice. The helicopter roared above us, its blades cutting through the thin air with a rhythmic, bone-deep thrum. The sniper in the doorway was a silhouette of death against the pale morning sky. He didn't care about the ship or the survivors; his only mission was to ensure the Silver-Bane bloodline ended on this ice. "Get down!" Lucian barked. A second shot cracked. The bullet hissed past my ear, striking a frozen snowmobile behind us and sending a spray of ice shards into the air.

But I mirrored his moves perfectly. Make him pay. My mind kept repeating. Rooftop after rooftop, I pushed my limits. My core tensed, muscles screaming, but I didn’t care. My eyes were locked at him, that when he looked back, he lost every ounce of confidence in him. He used the wood rested on top of the broken refrigerator as a springboard to reach the higher ledge. I followed immediately, launching myself upward. I drew my gun mid-air, in this view, the sniper was completely exposed to danger.