Sniper High Rise Invasion Mga Nobela at Kwento

To the sniper watching through the scope, the target carried another person, flickering across the lens like a phantom before vanishing. That speed was simply inhuman. On a nearby high-rise, the assassin muttered coldly, "As expected… You slippery bastard! But if long-range didn't work, close-range will. I'll still take your head, Mr. Lloyd. Mr. Burke will get his answer." He descended from the 30-something floor to the street level in just a few seconds. Like a shadow slipping through the cracks of reality, he dashed across the street and entered the same building Andrew and Freya had escaped into.

Ayra lunged at the window and froze, her breath fogging the cold pane. Below, the driveway bloomed with black SUVs, tires screaming as they skidded to a stop. Doors flung open. Men spilled out like ants from a split nest—dark coats, ballistic masks, rifles already raised. Two helicopters thundered above, the downdraft rattling the windowpanes. Their rotors slashed the air like blades. And then she saw the glint. Not one—three. Snipers, positioned on rooftops across the street, their long barrels catching the afternoon light.

End of flashback. He smirk grabbed his sniper and positioned it properly seemingly the battle was over because he didn't hear anything. Only they are looking for him. he smirk sighting the sniper into the 5 people on the rooftop. he adjusts the vision distance and then shot the 5 men in their heads. His long fingers quickly pulled the ripple of the sniper and he almost finished them all. His backup arrive and he rapidly get up from his position and went into the rooftop. Seemingly monster was running and climbing the opposite building to find his woman.

"I'd prefer if you called me that." Harper nodded. "I'm here to speak to you about the gunshot incident. There have been some interesting developments," he informed her, and surprise crossed her features. A little while later, they were on the ground floor, sitting on a bench along the hallway leading to the ICU. Reyes leaned forward slightly, his elbows resting on his knees, his voice low enough that only she could hear him. "The shots weren’t random," he began. "We're talking sniper. Professional-grade equipment, a suppressed barrel, positioned at least two hundred yards out, probably on one of the rooftops across from the parking structure."

His nostrils flared. “Go,” he murmured, voice ragged. They reached the top. At the top, four snipers were positioned along the edge. Jax fired first. Ashley followed. Two snipers dropped instantly. The other two ducked, returning fire. Jax shoved her behind a vent. “Stay low!” “No chance!” she shouted back. She popped out and fired again, her shot grazing one sniper’s shoulder. Jax took the other with a clean shot to the chest. The last one scrambled back, retreating toward the tower.

Alice turns on her back, hatchet in hand as the woman jumps on top of her. They fight with each other, each of them trying to kill with hatchets in hand. Fenrir slips and falls off a tree branch while trying to catch up with them. He lands on his side, his body almost completely covered in snow. Both of the women's attention turn to the sound of Fenrir falling. Alice takes this opportunity to free her arm from the woman's hand and plunges her hatchet into the woman's neck. She falls off Alice after her body immediately goes limp. Fighting for survival, but the woman's injuries are almost immediately fatal.

The possibilities were endless, and the excitement was almost overwhelming. I applied the abilities filter on the SUDIX store and began scrolling through the various options, my heart pounding with anticipation. I knew I needed something powerful, something that would give me a real edge. As I browsed, a particular ability caught my eye: "Hand of Arousal" priced at $10 million. It promised the power to make any woman feel overwhelmingly horny with just a simple touch. The thought of having such control sent a thrill down my spine. With that ability, I could have any woman eating out of the palm of my hand—literally.

Then pull out my gun and fire the bullets into two heads. Ivan is right behind them, his sniper fire ripping through the remaining two Ravens. They drop dead immediately, their bodies crumpling to the ground. "Clear?" Ivan asks, his eyes gleaming with a fierce intensity as he lowers his sniper rifle. I nod, my gun still clutched in my hand. "Clear."

They leapt down from a crumbling wall, weapons ready, blocking his escape. Gunshots and a New Arrival Bang! A single shot rang out from an unseen sniper’s vantage. One soldier’s head snapped forward, blood spraying as his body slumped to the ground. Click… Bang! A second shot fired before the remaining soldiers could react—another fell, armor punctured cleanly through the heart. Shock rippled through the third, who landed heavily between Gazier and the distant shape of the shooter. He whirled, rifle raised—only to see Emily striding into the clearing.

Sienna and Damien moved like shadows, slipping into the underground garage beneath the building. Reese’s voice crackled in their earpieces. “Two guards at the service elevator. Another three patrolling the halls. There’s a sniper on the rooftop, but I’ve got his feed jammed for now. You’re clear to move.” Damien nodded to Sienna. “Let’s do this quietly.” Sienna moved first. The first guard barely had time to register her presence before she slit his throat. His body crumpled to the ground, and she caught him before he made a sound.