Sniper Elite 7 Novels & Stories

A compact, suppressed submachine gun – an MP7 – was slung across his chest, but his hands hung loose at his sides, fingers long and scarred. **<< Finch. >>** Winters’s voice was exactly as it had been over the sat-phone: gravel grating on flint. No greeting. No preamble. **<< Ledger’s clear after this. No residuals. No loose threads. Understood? >>** **<< Understood, Winters, >>** Harlan replied, his voice tight. **<< All debts settled. This is the team: Mack, Reynolds, Leo. Package is Silas. Target is Dominic Rossi. Stronghold is The Aerie. >>** He nodded towards the tracker in Reynolds’s trembling hand. **<< Signal’s steady. Viper Squad confirmed. >>**

"Don't go alone." "Too late." She disappeared between two weathered rock formations. The sniper adjusted his scope. His orders had been simple. Delay them. Observe them. Do not kill Elara Quinn. He had already accomplished the first. Now... He needed to escape. He broke down the rifle with practiced efficiency, sliding its components into a weatherproof backpack. Before he could stand… A voice behind him. "Leaving so soon?" The sniper spun. Vivienne stood twenty feet away, pistol steady in both hands.

Seconds later… A single suppressed shot echoed through the rain. The sniper collapsed backward without firing again. One clean shot. Between the eyes. No one had seen the shooter. ⸻ Another sniper fell. Then another. Three elite marksmen… Dead within fifteen seconds. Matteo frowned. “Find their sniper!” A radio operator answered immediately. “There isn’t one.” “What?” “The thermal scanners show no elevated shooter.” Matteo’s heartbeat slowed. Impossible. Unless… His eyes drifted toward the Raven. The black cane. The unusual length.

the subordinate called out, walking off to inform everyone else at once. Just then, Ryder opened up his briefcase. He took out its contents and began to assemble a black sniper rifle with a red bullet clip. The rifle was a sight to behold. It was longer than a Barrett and taller than a human being, making it an absolutely fearsome thing to look at. It also seemed heavier than what an average person would be able to carry. "I don't think this is included in our service weapons, right?" Elsa had never quite seen anything like it. Ryder took out another black dagger and attached it to his waist before he lifted the rifle with one arm. "It's a super cannon with spiral bullets, able to take down

Thankfully, Logan and Ewan are in deep conversation, and Rogue admires some of the weapons mounted on the wall. “I’m not going to talk about this with you, Bast. What Penelope and I do is none of your business.” Sebastian snickers in reply. “Well, I’m happy for you anyway. You’re a very lucky arsehole.” Placing the magazine in my gun, I quirk a brow. “I’m the lucky one, Bast.” The drive to the house is a solemn affair. The bulletproof SUV that I brought is fully equipped with blockers, sensors, and weapons. Sitting in the back passenger seat of the SUV, I run through our plan in my mind. I have to make sure that there are no inconsistencies.

When he didn’t find the enemy, he jumped into conclusion that maybe the enemy used an anti ultra sensors, that’s why he can’t find him. He took out his newly developed rifle sniper that even if the enemy used the anti ultra sensors to blocked them, these newly developed rifle sniper can able to resist and erased the ultra sensor light used by the enemy. Bang! Another men mercenaries died and the assassin laughed demonically to them. “Die, die! Idiot! How poor you are!” the assassin continually attacked and fired them without hesitation. Bang! Bang! The two remaining mercenaries died in a headshot. The assassin sniping skills was too accurate that’s why he belong to the top 20 sniper user i

He did not hear the gunshots he expected to hear, and his face darkened. “I don’t think they can carry out your orders,” Dustin said flatly, just as Drake showed up in front of him. “My Liege, there were a total of twenty snipers, and all of them are dead,” Drake said. Ruben’s expression was dark. There were twenty snipers in total, and Drake had managed to locate all of them and kill them in less than a minute… How could the surviving descendant of the Fox family have such a capable subordinate? He had met the twenty snipers. They were not weak and were stronger than normal elite special force soldiers.

Detroit lowered himself into a leather seat before asking; “How many teams of snipers do they have as of now?” Elias answered immediately. “Six confirmed teams, each consisting of twenty four members. Two stationed at the North wing of their main compound. Three rotating around their warehouses. One mobile. Highly trained.” Elijah clicked his tongue. “And that’s just what we know. The Mercers recruit snipers the way most families recruit gardeners.” Detroit rested an elbow on the arm of the couch. “Has the drones been brought to the warehouse?” “Yes, two nights ago.” Elias responded. “Are we attacking them with drones?” Elijah asked. “But it won't be effective once they sense movement in the

There, a man was holding a heavy Barrett sniper rifle as he took aim at the black Lincoln, which was at the foot of the hill. He was camouflaged by greenery and the fatigues he wore. There was no weak point at all. However, Sean's dark eyes shone, looking as sharp as a falcon's. He locked onto the sniper's position at once. He deduced from the size of the bullet hole in the bulletproof glass that the sniper was using a Barrett sniper rifle that could shoot at a distance of more than half a mile. The man was using 12.7-millimeter bullets!

Athur told me that Junior was the one who got jealous, who treated him like the enemy. “Listen to me.” Viktor grabs me by the shoulders giving me such a fright that my whole body start to shake and darkness closes in on me. This cannot be happening now. “Arthur is a very skilled sniper. He can shoot a grown man and his wife from miles away, through a window, while they are sitting at the dinner table, without any harm coming to the 13-year old girl joining them.