Novel & Cerita Sassy Shooter

several grown men into the hospital. There were rumors she was an assassin as well and has over 500 kills since age 11. "Oh shit your niece is one of the most notorious fighters on the east coast. I assume that she is also the assassin Black Rose too." Dom says curiously. Ashton nods again "Fuck she has over 500 kills since she started at 11. Oh you three are fucked. Do you realize she could of killed you already but instead she's going after the whores going after what's hers. I'm actually excited to see her work." Dom says really excited like a little kid. The look on my sons faces are shock and kind of scared. Wes doesn't look surprised but Wren looks terrified. The twins look confused f

But then I heard a gunshot and saw a bullet hit my attacker's hand, causing him to lose his grip on the knife and scream in agony, and it was followed by another bullet being shot to my attacker's head, causing all of his blood to splatter in front of me and killing my attacker instantly, and his body dropping above my own, which had fallen to the ground. What the hell happened? Nisha’s Pov When night falls, I have already positioned myself on a building near the company that is the ideal area to conceal and shoot someone surreptitiously. While I was waiting for the right moment to assassinate him, I watched what he was doing via the binoculars and saw he was talking to someone affectionatel

Their shooters crouched behind the cover, thinking they had us pinned. They didn’t. Sandro’s brow lifted. Then, instead of shock, his lips curled into a smirk. “Well, well,” he drawled. “Didn’t know billionaires came with a weapons manual.” I locked onto my targets. “They don’t.” Then I fired. Boom. The first SUV erupted in flames. Sandro let out a low whistle. “Damn. You sure you’re not in the wrong business?” I reloaded. Fired again. Boom. Another SUV was obliterated.

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.

The kind of shot which comes from experience, and hardwork, not even my snipers could have made it, from where we stand you can hardly see the Target's markings. Everyone that witnessed this marvel is staring in awe, everyone but Alessandra. Alessandra lowers the gun slowly like she’s done this a thousand times. Like this moment isn’t extraordinary. Like she didn’t just outshoot half the men in this building, her lips constantly twitching with a smile she won't let stick. She slowly lower brings the gun closer, and blows on it, she blows across the barrel like some old Western gunslinger, blinking at us with the sweetest smile. “I told you it wasn't hard.” she sighs boredly, “It is just like

Mayzie called. “Lock yourself,” Sandro said as Mayzie quickly rushed to the phone and dialed. While Sandro was fighting the man who swung the knife at him, he shot him again but no bleeding. The bastard was very much armored. He threw the vase at him. He grabbed the laundry pole swinging it and twirling it, thrusting the point forward. The assassin was very much staring at the door to his mate. “Don’t come out!” He shouted at Mayzie. But then, his mate opened the door and shot the assassin right in the head with the shotgun. Sandro coughed upon smelling the powder. He froze seeing the head shattered on their unit.

SASR. Captain Jack McCormack crouched near the open side door, one hand on the frame, the other on the sling of his SIG MCX. Through the haloed glow of the NVGs, the dunes rolled beneath them like the backs of sleeping leviathans. He ran the checklist without looking: suppressor threaded; secondary Glock seated; encrypted comms paired; drone uplinked; beacon off; IR strobe taped. Everything ready. Everything familiar. Everything that had ever mattered to him fit inside the silhouette of his kit.

The sub-level shooting range hummed with a sterile, metallic scent, the air thick with anticipation. Dante’s hands guided mine over the cool metal of the Sig Sauer again. "Breathe," he commanded, his voice a low rumble against my ear, a stark contrast to the rough grip his other hand held on my waist, caging me against his solid form. "Steady. Control the recoil." My fingers tightened on the grip, the familiar thrum of the weapon vibrating through me. I pulled the trigger, the shot echoing sharply, a solid hit on the target, slightly high. A gasp escaped my lips, cut short as Dante’s mouth descended, his lips meeting mine in a deep, possessive kiss that sent a tremor through me. It was a rew

Name the enemy before you defeat them; sell the name afterward. Jason’s body snapped between me and them with infuriating, necessary speed. He took a dart in the shoulder, yanked it free, and slammed it into the shooter’s thigh in a motion that was all drill, no show. The camera man lifted the rig higher, as if resolution equals safety. Jasper hit him like patience finally choosing a target. The equipment cracked. The man folded. Thorn scrambled for the bolt-gun’s magazine with the useful panic of someone who has finally been given an obvious job.