Novel & Cerita Magical Shooting Sniper Of Steel

I screamed, his eyes were closing slightly, but he still held onto me, panic rose within me when he closed his eyes and fell on my shoulders. "Kim...Kim, please save him, he's been shut, please... Don't let him die." Tears fell from my eyes as i cried and begged, i held onto his chest tightly and it felt like i was being suffocated deep down, i don't want to lose him, he can't die. The Sniper guy was the one who shot him, he was still with the gun and Kim fighting off with him, from his body movement, he is actually very skilled in martial arts, even Kim find it hard to put up with him, plus he has a gun.

I had to very carefully sense my magic energy because the amount couldn't be seen in my status. After evolving them I went to Jade as well as Wull. They were beside Oyen and in front of the Dwarves. "So, why are you here!?" I crouched down and lifted Wull's chin that was looking down. "I have made up my mind to become Your Majesty's subordinate, I have also made the prototype of the requested weapon." Wull opened the weapons backpack that he laid beside him. A sniper type firearm called the Acurate International Magnum or better known as AWM.

My teeth sank into his shoulder and I hurled him into the wall. Winifred lifted her head with blood on her lips. “Behind you—!” Too late. A bullet grazed my flank. I spun, snarling. The sniper never had another shot. With Steel in his hand and fury in his eyes, Caspian brought him down. He hardly glanced at me — just stood over the body breathing. “I’ll cover the exit!” he yelled.

The sniper made a ruthless face and fired at her with the rifle. Whoosh! Myst moved flawlessly and disappeared in an instant. When she showed up again, she was already in front of the sniper. With a flash, the rifle was cut in two, and even the sniper fell. A huge pool of blood gathered under him. Only Frost and another member remained. His face soured. He had thought that Dustin was already impressive for having a ninth grade fighter protecting him, but to think that he had someone even more powerful! Twenty million was not enough for this.

He howled and dropped, before he could reach for his weapon again, I had it in my hands. I didn’t hesitate, two clean shots one to the chest, one to the head and he was still. Matteo moved with brutal efficiency behind me, keeping some of the shooters pinned. I caught a flash of movement above, the sniper. Without thinking, I scooped a loose piece of broken metal from the ground and hurled it with everything I had. It clanged against the support beam, the sniper flinched, and in that heartbeat of a second, Matteo shot him.

I shouted in triumph, and turned to show Callahan my prize. Judging by the way he reacted, one would think I was trying to give him a live snake to hold. “What the fuck is wrong with you?!” He screamed incredulously. He even had the nerve to move back when I brought the silver bullet closer to him. “Why? Because I’m a vamp? What could be wrong with that?” I murmured innocently as I inspected my shoulder. The wound was closed now and the blood had stopped as well, but my pristine white shirt was now stained and a little torn. “You are not afraid of blood, are you?” I moved closer and Grayson raised his pretty little gun again. The kazeshini was a pretty standard weapon for hunters, but the si

Athur told me that Junior was the one who got jealous, who treated him like the enemy. “Listen to me.” Viktor grabs me by the shoulders giving me such a fright that my whole body start to shake and darkness closes in on me. This cannot be happening now. “Arthur is a very skilled sniper. He can shoot a grown man and his wife from miles away, through a window, while they are sitting at the dinner table, without any harm coming to the 13-year old girl joining them.

How come he never looked at him with such rapture? “The sniper is a Shooter.” Fynn declared, “And neither a well-known figure nor a previous offender, otherwise we would have had his power signature in our database.” Shooters had the power to move things with their minds. They were named Shooters because they found it hard to move things slowly and had trouble changing the direction of movement. Due to this, when they used their power to move things, it often resulted in those things shooting in a specific direction. “The glint that you guys saw wasn’t a sniper rifle scope but probably some kind of magnifying lens that would allow him to see you better. Such as binoculars or a telescopic len

"People of the city. You’ve been lied to. Manipulated. Controlled. But the truth is here. And it starts with this." She read from the journal, exposing Julian’s manipulations, his threats, his crimes. The crowd below murmured, then roared. The crowd erupted. Suddenly, a shot rang out. Gabrielle ducked, pulling Elira down. The crowd scrambled. From the shadows, a figure emerged. Cloaked. Armed. Maren tackled the shooter, disarming him. Gabrielle turned to Elira. "Are you alright?" Elira nodded, shaken. Maren held up a badge. "He was one of Julian’s elite."

"Keep it steady!" I regained my footing between the bags, aimed, then took another two shots. One hit his upper arm, the other his shoulder, but he kept coming, unfazed by the gushing holes. I shifted my weight onto my other foot and grinned. I might not have stopped him, but the Thornblood dipped bullets had punctured him, binding shade and host to the same satisfying fate. I fired one last time, hitting him strait between his soulless eyes.