Sniper High Rise Invasion 소설 & 이야기

“Ten snipers are on the roofs.” “And ten more in the building’s windows,” Al added. “We need more people.” “I’ll contact our snipers too. It’s weird Stanley didn’t pick up my call.” Al frowned. “If he answered, it would be effortless to sweep these twenty.” “Don’t worry. My men will come soon. Maybe they are already working to handle these cockroaches.” “I hope so.” Al aimed a sniper with an automatic gun, and once he shot the man, it missed. The sniper shot their car instead.

He moved fast, slipping between the shadows, his steps silent on the bloodstained ground. A man stood in his path. Victor didn’t slow. He easily sent a knife to his ribs. A sharp twist. The man dropped, his mouth open in a silent scream. More gunfire. More chaos. Then—a flicker of movement above. Victor’s instincts screamed—sniper. He reacted instantly. Dropped to one knee. Raised his gun. Fired. The sniper fell from the rooftop, his body crashing through a shattered window. The smell of death thickened, mixing with burning oil and gunpowder. Victor took a deep breath to steady his slightly trembling heart as he listened to the screams, the gunfire and the explosions.

I'm married, and I take care of my own sh*t, no his. I turned off my phone and stood up to close the window. But I saw a red laser pointing at my chest, so I quickly ducked in and closed the window. Abby was surprised to see me, but she took the gun and threw it at me. I get it and start looking for the enemy. "Sniper..." The man who tried to kill me used a professional sniper, so I took Abby out of the penthouse and had some of my men keep an eye on the area and be on guard.

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.

And if I didn’t figure out where I stood between Caelum, Alaric, and the faceless enemy outside this war would devour me whole. “Get her out!” Alaric barked. “No,” Caelum growled. “She stays with me.” Their voices clashed, harsh and furious, drowning out the next bullet’s shatter. And then another sound. The elevator. My blood iced over. Someone else was coming. --- As the sniper pins them down, Saphira realizes she’s not just in the middle of Caelum and Alaric’s war but another unknown enemy is arriving via the elevator.

“We need your strength, Marsh. You hold the perimeter.” Marsh nodded, his loyalty unwavering, poring over the schematics. “Hotel’s a fortress—ballroom, rooftop access. Sniper’s likely there.” Rosa’s screen flashed, her voice tense. “Order’s got insiders—hotel staff, security. We need my drone to jam their comms.” Valentina added, sharp, “My defector says the sniper’s got heavy ordnance—explosives, rifles. It’s a kill zone.” Marsh’s vow, his injuries a testament to their fight, rallied the team, their unity a pulse. But the summit’s trap, the Order’s insiders, deepened the threat, a blade at their empire’s core.

Black sedans. Armed teams. “Looks like we’re very popular tonight,” Lena said. Alina felt the pressure closing in from every direction. “So we’ve got assassins coming from the ground…” She pointed toward the skyline. “…and a sniper who never misses watching from above.” Arun’s voice remained calm. “Correct.” She folded her arms. “Just checking.” He turned the tablet toward her. “Look closer.” Alina studied the screen. Something didn’t add up. The sniper marker was not moving.

Late at night, on the rooftop of a skyscraper, a man in a black tactical jacket aimed a sniper rifle at the window of an office building across the street. Inside, Caleb sat at the head of the conference table. The sniper wore a white mask. After a moment of adjustment, he fired. The gunshot echoed, and the man inside the meeting room collapsed instantly. Chaos erupted within the office building. "Good job!" Behind him, a deep voice spoke. "You're even more promising than Ivan."

More bullets whizzed by them. One of the snipers had climbed up to a high point, lining up for a shot — aimed at Zane’s head. Maya acted on instinct. She spun in her seat, raised her gun, and fired. The sniper dropped. Her breathing was ragged. “I got him.” Zane smirked. “Told you. Natural.” Maya didn’t know whether to be frightened by that. Ambush on the Ground They finally arrived at the bottom of the last rooftop, where a fire escape ladder led down to a narrow alley.

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.