Novel & Cerita Scout X Sniper

He shifted in time to avoid being seen by him or the sniper, both no more than two hundred feet away. The sniper kept his attention on his Colt M4 rifle with the detachable suppressor and adjusted his sights. The spotter's lips moved as he spoke quietly to the gunman. The pair should never have allowed Alexus to get this close, but they didn't know. He'd leave behind the team, and soon it would be all over. For them. Alexus started to move again. The sniper's body tensed as if sensing something. Alexus froze. The spotter disappeared from view. A moment later, the sniper swung his sights on Alexus.

"Based on the calluses on your hands, you've trained a lot. A good sniper is important to have in a team. However, not everyone can become one. "While your outgoing personality may not suit the position too much, you have quite a stable breathing. You have the potential to become an excellent sniper." Apart from the chief of staff, Xander never told anyone he wanted to become a sniper. This was because he was always slow in shooting. Plus, compared to the others in his team, he was young and often dragged others down. Xander always dreamed about how great it would be if he could take out the enemy's commander in one shot from afar. This way, they could achieve victory sooner and reclaim all

“Ready to hunt boys.” Stevie’s hand brushes mine. “I know I am.” Hushed growls agree all around me. “Rowan, Huge, stay with the supplies— Before I can finish, a rustle behind us snaps my focus around. Something moves in the brush. I spin, grab, and haul the figure forward—young, fast, but not fast enough. He hits the ground hard, a blade clattering from his hand. He’s wearing Nightshade colors. “Scout,” Stevie says, aiming her arrow.

Percy yelled out and the guy's hand froze on the image, as well as every other person in the room as their eyes focused on the image the black guy has his pointer on. " Not that, the one on its left, " Percy directed when he realized the guy's pointer was on the wrong image. The dark guy moved his pointer to the left and then zoomed in on the right image. The name Snipper was written under the guy with buzz-cut amber hair color, piercing green eyes, sharp cheekbones, strong square jaw, slightly wide neck covered in tattoos, and a pale skin complexion. He is twenty-eight years old Sniper is a former military discharge cause of a knee injury turned gun for higher just to survive recruited by t

His watchful eyes scan the surroundings, ensuring the safety of their journey. Hunter, adorned with his trusty spear and a dagger tucked into his wrap, takes on the crucial role of scout, swimming at the forefront of the group. His weapon of choice, a sleek and sturdy spear, is poised to strike at a moment's notice, ready to defend against any threats that may emerge. The gleaming blade of his dagger serves as a versatile tool for close-quarters combat or precise underwater tasks.

She stood tall and imposing, like an ancient Greek goddess. Beside her was an M200 sniper rifle, and Mr. Marcus immediately recognized it as the most powerful rifle in Australia. It had been modified and reintroduced by Truman's Company, with a larger-caliber barrel and a multi-functional gun slot. This rifle could shoot nineteen different types of bullets and was equipped with various scopes and scanning mirrors, making it suitable for targeting moving targets. Although Mr. Marcus wasn't as knowledgeable about firearms as experts in the field, he still had some understanding of well-known armaments. Did Camellia want to blast him to bits with this M200 sniper rifle?

Lucas pointed, resting his weight on his elbow, leaning on the soft duvet. "I'm sure that's not true," I said, flipping through the headshots of my security team from a white portfolio. "You should meet my sniper. Best in the entire state, if not the world. Tall, gorgeous. Best of both worlds" "Bennett is ex-military with, I'm sure, a lot more experience than yours."

I helped her with her hair. Eagle don’t use guns in our missions. She’s skilled in hand knives and martial arts. If Leo’s team tripled it means our ratio is 1:15. That’s nearly impossible. That’s why we will proceed with Plan B. Our Plan b is for the sniper. He will eliminate all the opponents. That’s why I was against using Plan B. I know Centaur is a very good sniper. Once he found the good spot, he could finish this mission all by himself.

He knew that the task that he had said must have been the task of killing. In fact, for the past five years, Scout has also accepted a job as an assassin. In addition to working as a architec for luxury buildings in America, Scout also does dark jobs that are solely done to get his adrenaline pumping. Playing with guns and knives is one of the pleasures that can make him forget all his sorrows. And it looks like tonight Scout Voyage has found a new target. "Master, Xaner has come," told Wills to the Scout who is eating his delicious meal.

Unlike the Knights and Soldiers, the scouts wore boring black cloth so they could blend in with their surroundings and not get caught. “Your Majesty we found them. But you will not like what I have to say.” I waved the Scout to go on, not really interested in what he thinks I will and won’t like. With a simple nod he continued. “They don’t act like bandits. For one their mercenary skills have far exceeded our expectations. I wouldn’t peg them as assassins, but they aren’t ordinary thugs and hoodlums. They have set up a base for recruitment, and what ever they recruit is either sent out to fight, or out to another unknown location. We suspect it could possibly be another base.” The General an