Sniper Mask And Kuon 소설 & 이야기

She breathed heavily as they both sweat heavily. Keisha grabbed his mask and pulled it out of his face, making him let go of the gun. He grabbed her hand and pulled it to make the mask cover his face. Her brows raised, realizing she can take this to her advantage. She leaned forward and bit his hand. "Fuck!" he screamed before his grip loosened on her hand but she let go of his mask.

He looked so damn dangerous! His face was serious, his eyes sharp, and his jaw clenched. He was raining bullets on every enemy around him, using both guns as if he were eager to see blood spill. But what caught my attention even more was that he wasn’t alone. There were four other people assisting him. They all wore masks, standing out because they were the only ones covering their faces. Only their eyes were visible, and I couldn’t discern their appearances. Two of them had two guns each, shooting back-to-back and taking down enemies. The other one carried a katana and swung it effortlessly through the air.

These men had their faces covered by a black mask and on their waist, they had a belt that was full of bullets . '' Judging by the large number of bullets that each of them carries , they must be determined to kill you ! '' said Kiara looking at Browen . ' Kiara is right ! They won't stop but I wonder who's really the one they want to kill between us two? ' thought Browen looking at Kiara who was watching the assassins . '' We need to a way to ask help . It's clear that we can't win against them . '' said Browen .

It is a miracle that the residences of other people aren't affected since their apartment got the full blow but even so, it was minimum damage. Kurai jumped out to grab the culprits and carried five people by himself. They are all unconscious. As Kazuha inspects them, she looks at their weapons. It looks like combination of a crossbow gun and a regular gun but more smaller and it doesn't exactly look functional as there is no space to put the arrow. "I knew it." She said. "This is the Stinger 15 model made by the government. A low quality one but there is no doubt about this model."

With one long step, I began to dash out of Lilith’s Flower Garden and through the busy streets of Metropolitan City, keeping my scanner’s locked-in focus function on the shadow of the culprit running from the rooftop of the Metro Hospital to another rooftop. “You potato!” I cursed as the culprit disappeared from my view. Surely, the sniper was a man enshrouded in black. He was wearing a thick mask, his neckline was all covered, not even a strand of his hair could be seen from that tight cap on his head, gloves were on his hands and his shirt was long-sleeved. Even if my locked-in focus could capture his image in high-definition, I wouldn’t be able to identify him. All I knew was that he had

“Are the outfits for kendo also bulletproof?” “No. The modern armor is called kendogu. It consists of men, do, kote and tare.” “What?” She looked at him confused, so he continued. “Men is a mask, the cover for the head, throat and arms. It is usually made of a face-covering metal lattice with a belt of multi-layer, densely quilted fabric attached to it, protecting the head and shoulders.” Eventually, Elen was interested in his explanation, so he continued. He didn’t mind sharing his knowledge.

Riona flinched, moving her face away. "Who is that?" She asked, her voice hoarse from staying long without water. Her tense body relaxed in the slightest when her mask was left intact. The mask that had defined her whole life as the masked luna. It was no praise but a curse to hunt her ever since the accident when her dad died, she had been living with a scarred face that made people murmur and question her capability as a luna. She has had to wear the mask since the doctors said she would have to live with a ruined face but the wound healed within the month she got it leaving no trace of its existence. Who cares?

he teased, his voice low and playful. I rolled my eyes, fighting a smile. "Just making sure you haven't lost your touch." "Trust me," he said, stepping closer, "I haven't." I turned my attention back to my own gear, strapping a knife to my thigh and tucking a small pistol into the holster at my side. The black, form-fitting outfit we wore made us look like shadows, ready to slip into the night unnoticed. Giovanni handed me a mask, identical to the one he wore.

Kara pushed Andre further, picked the gun up and wiped the blood that tainted her torn lip. “Go ahead and call your fellow corrupt officers on us, ” Maria spat, “eres todo lo Mismo (you're all the same) you're all the same.” “No, we are not, ” Kara tossed the gun back to her, “I had to make it look convincing else they would have spotted it,” she picked a mug and tossed it at Maria, who dodged on seeing the mug travel through the air. “I’m taking, you believe us?” Andre asked.

"Of course Mr. Nicklaus, this are new brands of rifles... You could check out the SCAR rifle too. Nicklaus closed the crate and opened the next one. He took the SPAS68 shotgun and examined it. "Increased range and Damage". Hayato said. "I see". Klaus said and closed it. He moved to the next and opened it. It's was filled pistol with pistols of different brands and colors. "Thought you would need something light too". Hayato said and Nicklaus smiled softly as he approached the last crates. With the size of the crate he knew Hayato now has what he needed the entire time. Nicklaus opened the crate and there was a red Awn sniper.