Magical Shooting Sniper Of Steel Novels & Stories

“I can’t—I can’t lose either of you—” “You won’t,” I murmured, steady. Her heartbeat thudded under my hand, ragged but alive. Marco exhaled through the line, satisfied. “Time’s up.” The sniper fired. BANG. My body jerked violently from the impact. Mirabella’s scream tore the air apart. Darkness crept at the edges of my vision, but my hold on her didn’t falter.

the sniper snarled and snickered. “Argh!” Rocco groaned, forcing himself up and charging at the sniper. The sniper pushed him back down and held out his handgun. “In your next life, never cross my path,” the sniper said and shot Rocco straight in the head. “Argh…!” I screamed from my hidden position. The sniper’s eyes turned in my direction. I ran off again, pushing past the trees. He ran after me. The bullet from his shootings hit every piece of the tree I passed by. I bent my head, dodging each bullet while grunting for freedom. While running, I stumbled over a rock and fell, rolling along and screaming. I rolled till I hit my head against a big rock and everything went blank.

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.

said Felixe, springing into action. Carl picked up his weapon and took aim to shoot him, but before he could do so, a bullet pierced the wolf’s body and he fell to the ground. It was sudden and left the others dumbfounded, but I knew it was Greg’s job, neat and precise. Felixe glanced at Carl since he hadn’t shot the enemy. “The snipers!” I informed them, gesturing towards the forest. “I’ve asked them to spread out all over the place and cover me. They’re using special silver and anthrax-infused pycrete bullets to kill the Flame Hounds instantly.”

Not a single bullet had come close to them. Every shot was perfectly placed on their enemies. Marco smirked slightly. “Maybe we made a secret friend.” But Elena wasn’t smiling. Her heart was beating faster now. Because she knew something Marco didn’t. That shooting style… She had watched it for months. Back when Adrian trained his men. Short bursts. Precise shots. Never wasting bullets. Her fingers tightened around her gun. It couldn’t be. High above the factory floor, Adrian moved across the steel walkway silently. Below him the battlefield continued.

Snow weighed down its branches and offered solid concealment. A sniper rifle appeared in his hands, wrapped in white cloth. It was not the old police rifle. This was a military-grade model designed to function reliably in harsh conditions. Even extreme cold could not degrade its performance. Cyrus dropped to one knee, braced the rifle against a forked branch, and lined up the scope on the canvas bag by the door. He was half a mile away. If Dorian showed himself, Cyrus could kill him instantly. Once everything was in place, Cyrus pulled out his phone and sent a message.

“Three shots. All to the heart. Clean, precise hits.” Alejandro stared at the photos, his hands slowly tightening. “The killer was positioned in a nearby building overlooking the church,” Silva said. “Professional work. Military-level accuracy.” Alejandro’s voice dropped to a whisper. “Who did it?” “That’s the hard part,” Silva replied. He pulled out more documents and spread them across the desk. “It took months, but I tracked down the sniper. Former special forces. Now he works for a private assassination network in Eastern Europe.”

The shot instantly blew out a big hole in the wall. “Sniper rifle.” With an icy look in his eyes and a gaze as sharp as a falcon’s, Tyr fiercely turned his head around. As he flipped his hand, a golden light shot out from his fingertips, which happened to be the Bian Que Needles that he always carried with him. At this time, on the rooftop of a building which was located two hundred meters away, a sniper was still bewildered. He had clearly gotten a clean shot at his target’s head earlier, but why had he missed?

Then the couple began to order. They were digging into their fifth meal when Mia noticed an unusual flicker of light coming from the top of a neighboring building. She immediately knew that it was a sniper aiming for Shiro and she rushed to move him out of the way. Shiro wasn't fully recovered, and he wasn't going to be fast enough to dodge the incoming bullet so she pushed him out of the way and tried to stop it with her swords. But the bullet wasn't an ordinary one; it was densely infused with ice magic so it easily broke through Mia's swords and hit her on the left shoulder.