Novel & Cerita Scout X Sniper

The rogues have broken through our outer defenses! Instantly, the relative calm of the past hour shattered. Xander immediately began barking orders, his Alpha authority taking over. I knelt beside the injured scout, my hands already glowing as I worked to heal his wounds. “How many?” I asked urgently, even as I poured healing energy into him. “Dozens,” the scout panted. “Maybe more. They appeared suddenly, like dark figures in the night.” Once the scout's injuries were healed, Xander assisted him in standing up. “Sound the alarm,” he ordered. “Get every able-bodied wolf ready for battle.”

But at the moment, I’d much rather be involved with bringing down a werewolf-run drug running operation instead of a vampire-inflicted human homicide bordering pack lands. “Detective Fergeson, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry it has to be under these conditions.” I say, turning to shake his hand. “I’m Alpha Scarlett, the Alpha of the Crimson Snow Pack and these,” I point to Bree and Dax, “these are my Gamma and Lead Warrior, Bree and Dax.” Motioning to the others, I tell him, “this is Blake, Serafina, Theo and Conan, four more of my warriors. And this is Tasha and Channing, two of my trackers. Channing is the one who found the deceased.” I hear someone clearing their throat near me. “Oh, for

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.

For a moment he acted almost human and not the homicidal killer he's trained to be. There are people fighting the good fight deep in Mexico and Moon has funneled guns there for years. They fight the cartels and it takes a giant set of balls to do it. These guns will help them tremendously. The FN SCAR assault rifles are used by the U.S. Special Forces and are hard to come by in large quantities. They fetch a pretty penny on the black market. Moon makes the deal.

I begged, but before he could say another word, his bedroom door swung open and I was face to face with Xavier, holding his gun directly at me. No, no, no, no…. I thought. Out of everyone who could have taken the fucking hit, why Xavier? “Snow?” Xavier said, raising an eyebrow in my direction. “Xavier? What are you doing here?” I asked him. He looked directly at Damien. “I’m sure you can figure it out.” He replied. He never put his gun down, and I could feel Damien's apprehension.

Cobra said. "Go ahead and send her details. I'll be waiting." At the same time, Sniper left the room, prepared to gather all the gangs as commanded by Stallion. Their goal was to dismantle what remained of the Black Scorpions. However, as he approached his car, a dynamite gun was fired at him. The car exploded upon impact, instantly shattering his body into pieces. At this moment, Stallion was about to send the picture of Queen to Cobra when he heard an explosion. He quickly paused and rushed to the window to see what was happening. He looked around but couldn't trace the source of the attack.

The realization sinks heavy between us. “You’re sure,” he says. “I’m Sovereign,” I reply. “Certainty isn’t optional anymore.” A scream tears through the morning. Sharp. Human. The camp explodes into motion. Tristan is on his feet instantly, pulling me with him as wolves shift mid-stride, bones snapping, fur ripping free. Razorbacks draw weapons, forming a defensive arc. The scream comes again cut off abruptly. “East perimeter!” someone shouts. We move as one. The scene is chaos when we arrive. Snow churned red. A young scout lies crumpled near the treeline, eyes wide and glassy, throat torn open. His wolf flickers weakly before going still.

Anna moved from behind the sniper gun she was setting. Brianna just needed the sniper gun to get a grip on her target. She did not bring the whole of it. And it wasn’t the gun she would use in case she gets the information she needs from Jack Foster. The one she brought with her today was an airsoft sniper gun, a Novsitsch SSG10 A3 airsoft sniper gun, with only a short barrel, bipod, and sniper scope. There was no butt pad, so the long gun wasn’t that long as usual, and there was no magazine, no ammo, too.

The healer pushed forward, but the scout clawed weakly at the earth, forcing himself upright as if his body refused to die until the words left his mouth. His gaze lifted. It locked onto Ronan. Then it flicked to the elders. Then, finally, it landed on Morrigan. His expression twisted, not with fear, but with something worse. Betrayal. “Stop…” the scout rasped. Elder Soren stepped forward, impatient. “This is sacred ground. Remove him.” The scout coughed again, blood staining his lips. “No,” he choked out. “I have to." Morrigan’s voice remained calm. “He is delirious,” she said gently. “The poor wolf is injured.”

The sabretooth staggered a bit due to the pain, but it still bolted after them. Kalen knew that the sniper will be useless within close range combat. He left the sniper behind and rushed towards Aledos position. Aledos was waiting for the sabretooth to get closer as he held the dual laser pistols in hand. Kalen pulled out his dual laser pistols as he ran towards Aledos.