Romans & histoires Sniper Elite 7

No one checks their back when they’re not used to being a target and with my men’s focus being on completing the transaction, they won’t know what’s coming. No wonder they’ve been getting away with this for so long. As I watch the man pressed up against the side of the building, rage and the bitter sting of betrayal spears through me. Yuri had been right. “You got eyes on them?” I ask. The snipers nod. “All seven of the, boss.” “Take them out.” The words have barely left my mouth before the first man drops, collapsing to the ground with an inaudible thud, then the next, then two at once, then the last three.

He snapped the man's neck, dropped the camera, and stomped on it. He intercepted a transmission on the sniper's earpiece; the Charles Empire was waiting for a report. Sensing another shooter, he used the dead body as a shield, rolled, and rushed for cover. He had to warn Leon. He dialed a secure number. "Protect the subject. There are five snipers in the area." "Copy," Leon replied, then shifted to report to his own team. "Viper, location." "From the unit: 11, 9, 2, 3, and 5 o'clock," a voice replied. "Wait, one is down. You killed him, Eagle."

The Ice King became the storm. He stepped completely out of cover, drawing the Vanguard fire entirely onto himself. The heavy Kevlar plates of his armor absorbed the glancing blows as he marched forward. His combat shotgun roared—once, twice, three times. The devastating, close-range concussive force completely shattered the Vanguard line, dropping three of the mercenaries to the floor. The fourth Elite pivoted, aiming a heavy grenade launcher directly at Julian’s chest. Maya stepped flawlessly into Julian’s blind spot. She raised her 9mm, her restored memories guiding her hand with terrifying, absolute perfection. She squeezed the trigger. The bullet pierced the Elite's visor, dropping him

Push him far enough, and he wouldn't hesitate to put a bullet in her. When life and death were on the line, who had the luxury of worrying about whether the sword should stay sheathed? People like that—give them even the greatest powers, and they'd still die horribly. Ray kept searching, and soon, a smile appeared on his face. He'd found a sniper rifle. Sniper rounds were different from standard rifle ammunition—faster, with far greater penetration. To be honest, what Ray really wanted was an RPG or a heavy machine gun. Even a regular machine gun would do in a pinch.

His breathing slow and steady. His finger rested lightly on the trigger. For ten minutes he had waited. Watching. Calculating. Trisha. Target confirmed. Distance: seventy meters. Wind: minimal. One shot. Clean and silent. His finger slowly tightened. The crosshair centered perfectly on the red spot over her heart. Then— Movement. A small figure entered the scope. The sniper frowned. “A child?” The boy stepped closer to Trisha. Blocking the shot. The sniper’s finger paused. He adjusted the scope slightly.

Marcus scrambled backward, hiding behind the rear tire of the sedan. He was not alone in this fight. Vito's squad was made of elite survivors, and they were already moving to cover him. From the top of a giant rusty crane overlooking the docks, a lone figure lay flat on her stomach. It was Elena, the squad’s primary sniper. She was completely invisible in the thick fog, her long black hair tied back, her eye pressed against the scope of her high-powered bolt-action rifle. She adjusted her breathing, ignoring the cold sea wind biting at her cheeks.

I fired one last time, hitting him strait between his soulless eyes. He fell to a quivering mass on the ground and I hit the top of the roof twice, letting Aaron know we were alone again. The green Ute slowed to a crawl, but didn't stop. I slipped my gun back into it's waiting home and dropped to a crouch, searching the nearest bags for the extra bulb the boys had brought back with the new food supplies. The adrenalin rush had left me breathless and shaky, but I needed to fix the light. The longer it was out, the longer we had a direct, unlit path to the car.

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.

Tangina! "You old man are you scamming us ?!" Aamon asked with an irritated voice and went to the office table where the briefcase was and opened it to see the gun. "O-Of course not! DSR-Precision DSR 50 sniper rifle is manufactured by Germany, it's the most powerful gun with few adjustments in it and it has 0.50 caliber round and it is also new." Mr.Delloreyes said in a nervous tone afraid that Anastacius would kill him if he was lying.

Target dies…] When the notification popped up, confirming that the man was really dead, Mike let go of his hand. “Huh?” he exclaimed in surprise. The rifle that the sniper had been holding was not actually a real sniper rifle. It was merely a handgun with an aiming scope that did not even fit well together. It was a combination of two different things. [Name: M12] [Type: Firearm] [Rarity: Common] [Damage: Common] [Ammunition: 20 Rounds]