Masked Sniper Anime Novels & Stories

Taken couldn't stand to be near normal people without killing them, so if one of us was safe, we all were. He was dressed in dark grey, with leather boots and a matching utility belt that hung at his waist. A gun sat at each hip, separated by a flashlight and a short sheathed knife. I looked up at his face and cringed. His skin was the tannest I'd ever seen, his blue eyes sharp and cold. He had a half sun tattooed on the side of his face, stretching from his right temple down to the tip of his jaw. "Where are you headed?"

“Yasu-san… Press the brake when I tell you. It’s gonna be timing that matters here. That exact moment when you press the brake create a domain. Do you understand?” “It’s catching up… Its close to laying its hands on Akihiko!” says Seirei while finding the sniper under the seat with another black whip made out of energy. “He’ll be fine. Just a few moments away from being ruptured by a… what was it called again?” “AN ORGAN GOUGER!” “But wait. Wasn’t it a consumer…?” “No one cares! I want to survive at least with this body once! Here, take this cr*p!” says Seirei while tossing the sniper to Ayame in the back.

Alexis with his close-range fighting skills, while Reinhard with his sharpshooting skills. Yep, Reinhard is the person Damien trusts the most to be in a support role. His long-range shooting ability couldn't be doubted. Even so, of course, that handsome twenty-year-old man possessed the close combat skills he had trained with Damien in recent years. Although Alexis still excelled in close combat compared to him. Reinhard's weapon was unique. A type of sniper rifle model used in World War II by the Japanese army. A rifle with a knife at the end. It is classified as a mystical weapon, and the bullets used are not ordinary silver bullets.

AVA Without another word, Hunter moves swiftly away from the lockers, passing by his two friends whose names I'm guessing are Preston and Gomorey. They had been gawking at Hunter with a mischievous grin playing on their lips, and Hunter didn't waste a chance to shoot them both with his penetrating glare. I noticed their pupils retrench as they stared at him, meaning they were conversing with each other through mindlink. It was brief, lasting a couple of seconds before Hunter turns left and straight down the now-empty halls.

I was sure I'd be downing a case, or ten, of something potently alcoholic to bury that visual for the rest of my life. "They have definitely taken out our snipers," Miyako murmured. "You didn't have to do that. He was already dead. It was a nerve spasm." Nerve spasm? He GRABBED ME...okay, in the instant replay it was more of his arms flying up than an actual grab. The cracking rock was a near-miss of my tender, sensitive ninja athlete. The fuckers must pay.

Her car kept running and she would turn the way the girls’ car would turn. “How is that possible?” asked Michelangelo. “I don’t know. The sniper was smart. He knew which path to take and when to shoot and how to shoot and then how to get away. It’s like everything was planned,” said Prestige. “But that is impossible,” said Michelangelo. “Why? Why is that impossible?” asked Prestige and turned her left blinker on. “No one knew what Yoshiro was planning, not even his cosca, then how come, sniper, knew beforehand? And if he knew, why didn’t he warn me or anyone for that matter. And why would he help only me and not others?” said Michelangelo.

The shooter was wearing a mask at that moment, so his face was completely hidden. "Seems like your plan to kill Young Master White, failed completely. Unfortunately for you, he is still alive and well." Warren said teasingly. There's nothing a sniper hates more than missing a kill. And Warren wanted to express this so he could fluster the sniper. "Who's to say it wasn't a shot meant to warn him. Now then, would you move out of my way!" the sniper commanded. Warren stood firm. Then the sniper retrieved a 9 mm gun from his side and pointed it at Warren. Warren almost burst out laughing when he saw that. He knew he could easily take out the sniper, Warren wanted to entertain him a little, at le

Marcus stared directly into the lens, lifted his assault rifle, and smiled. The security feed violently cut to black.

Jenkin. Kayson frowned and looked in the direction of the sniper because he could sense he was targeted again. “You should have run when you failed to kill me with one shot, yet you’re still attempting to take a second shot,” Kayson said nonchalantly. He lifted his arm and pointed with his finger. He channeled his lightning energy to his fingertip and shot out a lightning arrow about the thickness of a finger. It traveled faster than a bullet. The sniper was lying supine on the ground with his rifle aiming at Kayson from the rooftop of a building 100 meters away when his head suddenly exploded with a loud bang. He died on the spot.

(Jonathan Reyes) The snipers that Jonathan Reyes by his side, were already dead, shot straight through his head where he stood with his rifle, and at this moment, Jonathan Reyes finally felt for the first time, death is really close to him, because, like he did to Kennard, right now there’s a red laser dot on his forehead. “[…You will only see me..if I allowed you too..also..remember this…I always returned a favour…I will see you soon….for now..I will only collect the interest….so that you don’t run…I take your leg then……]”.