High Rise Invasion Sniper Novels & Stories

Harlow utters as he uses his index finger to point at the top of the building which towers behind us, my office. About twenty top-skilled snipers show themselves for a jiffy. “Bow down to me,” Harlow demands, and Santino groans. “Bow, or lose your men,” Harlow tells him. “You will wipe them out, either way, I’m not going down without a fight,” Santino utters. “The choice was yours, don’t tell me I didn’t warn you,” Harlow utters as he snaps his fingers and all forty of Santino’s men drop dead. “What?” Santino is shaking.

On the third night, I stood atop the command platform directing reinforcement fire across the docks. Searchlights swept across the maze of shipping containers while gunfire erupted nonstop in the distance, flashing like fireworks against the night. What I didn't notice was the red dot slowly moving across my chest from a crane tower over a hundred meters away. The instant the infrared sight settled over my heart-- Someone jumped down from a three-meter container stack. A gunshot thundered through the port. The high-caliber sniper round tore through Leon's back and shattered his spine. He crumpled onto the concrete like a puppet with its strings cut.

"I'd prefer if you called me that." Harper nodded. "I'm here to speak to you about the gunshot incident. There have been some interesting developments," he informed her, and surprise crossed her features. A little while later, they were on the ground floor, sitting on a bench along the hallway leading to the ICU. Reyes leaned forward slightly, his elbows resting on his knees, his voice low enough that only she could hear him. "The shots weren’t random," he began. "We're talking sniper. Professional-grade equipment, a suppressed barrel, positioned at least two hundred yards out, probably on one of the rooftops across from the parking structure."

Emily replied, trying to steady her short, irregular breaths disrupted by the shocking event that had just threatened her life. Meanwhile, on the roof of the building across from City Hall where the senator's hired sniper was operating, Chicago police officers had surrounded and blocked all exits, except for the possibility that the skilled individual might possess the ability to fly like Superman or Spider-Man from the top of a tall building. "FREEZE! FREEZE! Raise your hands and drop your weapon, you Bastard!" shouted Sergeant Rodney Bradford, who was leading the sniper raid. When the man dressed in a khaki suit and coat with a black hood, revealing only his eyes, drew his Desert Eagle pis

*Vicky* Men poured in endlessly from all around the containers and docks, forming what seemed to be an endless ocean of people. Despite that, I enjoyed the thrill of the kill. I didn't know how long it had been since I last had such a feeling. The crowd wouldn't stay a crowd for long though. After I killed a few people and created an opening, I flew to the window and used the echoes of the guns for the scout bats to find the snipers who were hidden and shooting at me. I appeared in front of them in an instant, and they, who had thought they were in a safe place, looked at me in surprise as I rushed towards them. The last scene they saw was me waving First Snow to take their heads off.

The other one is chasing, while the other one was on standby, and Matt mentioned was at their private track, looking at the monitors in front of him. “Let’s catch him no matter what.” “Hai!” her subordinates answered. The man looked around, he was confused why it was so quiet for awhile. When he looked at the back, he saw no one. He smiled, thinking they can’t catch up to his speed, but his hope suddenly turns to despair when he was suddenly shot in the leg by a sniper on his northwest hiding in the tall building of the place. Because of the sudden shot he slips and trip, rolled on the inclined roof and luckily, fell onto the pile of garbage putted in plastic bags that made his landing not l

I instructed, pulling her tighter against my chest while Madame Genevieve ducked under the big table with her garment bag. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone, dialing my security chief, Marcus, while keeping my body positioned over Avery so no secondary shot could reach her through the damaged shutters. "Marcus, we just took sniper fire directly into the penthouse living room from the high-rise building sitting right across the street, so send two armed units up to that roof immediately to catch Marcus Vance's hired shooter," I ordered into the phone, my voice filled with anger while I listened to his quick confirmation.

Stark white emergency lights flooded the visitation wing, illuminating the nightmare unfolding around us. **03:48:17 AM - Sniper's Gambit** Through the shattered glass, I saw the guard tower spotlight explode in a shower of sparks. The second round took out the main breaker box with surgical precision. The third punched through Officer Riggins' Kevlar vest before his hand could even touch his sidearm—a perfect triple-tap through the torrential rain.

DAVON A flash of light glints from the ridge above the highway, barely visible under the pale moonlight. My instincts kick in before my mind can catch up. “Sniper!” I shout, dropping to the ground as the first gunshot cracks through the air. The bullet smashes into the hood of the car, missing the windshield by inches. Brad reacts instantly. He fires back, steady and focused, tracking the shooter’s position. “Get them out of here!” he yells.

He moved fast, slipping between the shadows, his steps silent on the bloodstained ground. A man stood in his path. Victor didn’t slow. He easily sent a knife to his ribs. A sharp twist. The man dropped, his mouth open in a silent scream. More gunfire. More chaos. Then—a flicker of movement above. Victor’s instincts screamed—sniper. He reacted instantly. Dropped to one knee. Raised his gun. Fired. The sniper fell from the rooftop, his body crashing through a shattered window. The smell of death thickened, mixing with burning oil and gunpowder. Victor took a deep breath to steady his slightly trembling heart as he listened to the screams, the gunfire and the explosions.