Novel & Cerita Masked Sniper Anime

He strained his ears for the distinctive snore that would indicate the young warrior had finally drifted off into dreamland. His wolf was snarling in agitation and Brand's skin rippled with the need to shift and escape his prison when he finally heard it. The quiet but distinctive snore. He immediately cracked open the door, which Vidar had conveniently forgotten to put the crossbar over, and peeked out. The young warrior was in his usual place on the bench, head tipped back against the logs of the hut, mouth hanging slightly open. Brand watched as the boy's chest rose and fell with each breath, the snore emanating from his lips soft and persistent. He breathed a sigh of relief.

The target is what was keeping me longer than I am meant to be here. "Where are you, you fucker?" I say as I look through the little opening in my hideout. That's when I notice the guards seem to have doubled and I panic. Okay, okay, breathe in, I tell myself. It is just an extra set of pinheads, nothing I can't take care of, I say to myself. I am Adrian, AKA one-shot sniper, I never miss. This was nothing. But something in the back of my mind is telling me there is something off. I can't put my finger on it, but I hope everything falls in line. It would be a pain if it didn't.

Special ops level. They grappled, trading blows until Tomiwa tackled the attacker from behind. His mask fell. It was Adrian—Sanchez’s personal hitman. "You always send your dogs," Dino growled. Adrian spat blood. "This time, I came for your heart." BANG! A sniper round crashed through the window, missing Adrian’s head by inches. The distraction gave Tomiwa the chance to knock him out cold. Dino stood, breathing hard. "Take him to the sublevel. We’re going to crack him open."

"We can’t shift! They’re picking us off the second we break cover!" "Then stop running like dogs and start moving like soldiers!" Sebastian’s silhouette appeared through the smoke on the east ridge. He wasn't in wolf form. He held a high-caliber sniper rifle, his shoulder absorbing the brutal recoil as he systematically popped the sensors on the Aegis drones. "Target the optics! They can't hit what they can't see! Move, you bastards!" A Blackwood warrior, blood streaming from a shrapnel wound in his shoulder, spat on the dirt. "The Cole Alpha... he’s actually got balls."

Elliot kept running but at the same time he tried to keep track of Amelia with the corner of his eyes, when he saw her lower her bow with a downcast gaze he surmised that her arrows were useless and he took a long sharp breath. “Amelia run, escape back to the village.” He shouted but that slight distraction cost him everything else as the monster caught up with him and with a swipe of its claws it grabbed him, being a man who won’t resign to fate easily, Elliot roared as he hurled his spear with every ounce of strength left in him, the spear surged forward gracefully, the centipede wanted to dodge but it was too late as the spear lodged itself into one of its beady eyes causing a black fluid

The sniper could not hold in her anger after seeing such a sight. “Bastard!” “An Islander…” Harvey said calmly. “You must be one of Sakura Miyamoto’s subordinates then. “But when you tried to assassinate me after I got bailed out of the police station, have you even reported to Hector Thompson yet? “You’re not afraid that you’ll somehow ruin Hector’s master plans?” Harvey’s tone was calm and collected, but it kept frantically changing the sniper’s expression. She kept quiet while she swung her hands constantly. The sniper threw all her shurikens, darts, hidden arrows, and poison pills at hand, completely surrounding Harvey.

This time, the new smoke hoops looked deadlier than the last puff. “Shit!” The sniper cussed as the enraged boss monster enveloped the area in a white smokescreen. It was a sniper’s worst nightmare. With her only ally incapacitated, Sasha wished they didn’t split up with the Death Princess. Loading her gun but unable to find her target, Sasha fired shots in every direction.

The bullet stopped inches from his chest. Suspended. Shaking in the air. Ariana’s breath left her lungs. The world went silent. Mason didn’t look surprised. He looked aware. He turned his head slowly toward the rooftop. The sniper tried to fire again. The rifle twisted violently in his hands. Metal screeched. Then snapped. The gray-suited man’s composure cracked completely. “That’s impossible,” he whispered. Mason tilted his head. “Not impossible.” Controlled. Ariana pushed herself up, staring at him.

Lilian dashed forward swiftly. Kiran circled from one o'clock to eleven o'clock. The sniper at eleven, quick to react, tried to retreat. The nine o'clock sniper fired at Kiran to cover the eleven o'clock sniper’s escape. Kiran's body vanished suddenly, reappearing in front of the eleven o'clock sniper. Shocked, the sniper hesitated, his eyes wide with fear. Bang! Kiran knocked him out. The nine o'clock sniper tried to shoot, but Kiran’s silver needle hit his forehead, killing him. The sniper, who failed to kill Kiran, was himself killed by Kiran.

With one long step, I began to dash out of Lilith’s Flower Garden and through the busy streets of Metropolitan City, keeping my scanner’s locked-in focus function on the shadow of the culprit running from the rooftop of the Metro Hospital to another rooftop. “You potato!” I cursed as the culprit disappeared from my view. Surely, the sniper was a man enshrouded in black. He was wearing a thick mask, his neckline was all covered, not even a strand of his hair could be seen from that tight cap on his head, gloves were on his hands and his shirt was long-sleeved. Even if my locked-in focus could capture his image in high-definition, I wouldn’t be able to identify him. All I knew was that he had