Sniper Mask And Kuon Novels & Stories

My eyes widen even more as I remember that I just shot him by mistake. "Oh my God!" I exclaim. “It wasn’t loaded,” he says. “Lucky for me.” I check the damn gun and there's no ammunition in it. “Arley you scaredy-cat!” I clear my throat irritably. “Did you want it to be loaded to get rid of me, Karen?” I was going to explain, I don't want him dead... "Who are you?" Anthony wears what appears to be a mask or latex prosthetics, which would be the same thing.

A few techs were stationed at the consoles, typing rapidly. These guys were higher rank to those outside. In this room I lined up former world most wanted hackers and tech geniuses from the top companies around the world. “Have you identified the shooter?” I asked, taking the seat beside Leo. The lead tech worker shook his head. “The shooter wore a full black tactical mask, sir. No visible face, no ID. We ran the footage through recognition software, but it came back clean.” “Play it.” He did. The video replayed in the highest possible definition.

I screamed, breaking cover and running toward them. I found them in a small clearing. The Hunter was lying on his back. He was dressed in grey tactical camouflage, his face covered by a sleek, full-face mask with glowing green lenses. A high-tech compound bow lay in the dirt nearby. Ashren was straddling him, his good hand clamped around the Hunter’s throat, his other hand raised, claws extended, ready to rip the mask off. "Give me one reason not to open your jugular," Ashren snarled.

Trevor and Lung Pakhun's combined forces were ready. There were 24 of them, plus Trevor, Lung Pakhun, and Tristan. At 3 a.m., they crossed the street to the target house, three at a time. They gathered at the back of the house, blocked by tall bushes. Everyone wore black and black cloth masks that covered their faces except for the eyes, nose, and mouth, like ninjas. The weapons they carried were silenced pistols, which should only be used in emergencies, and syringes filled with anesthetic.

My aim is to find out if Adam is suspicious; he is the only person who can betray us. Adrain is under Aurelian command, as are the palace and this pack; just me, Aurelian, Maven, Felix, and Adam are aware, and we won’t betray each other except Adam. So, if this pack is targeted, it can only mean Adam is probably not working for Kion and has someone else he is working for, or he is not working for anybody. But if this pack is not attacked, it means he is definitely working for Kion because only Kion is attacking this pack, that I am sure of. Aurelian was done, and we walked inside.

Hwangbu answered, and left the room. Hyun-woo dressed in a fitted black t-shirt, paired with black jeans and loafer shoes. He also wore his black leather jacket where he tucked his M1911 gun and his metal hand. He kept them in possession at all times. Even though he was just inside the villa, these were still attached to his body, just in case someone would betray him. He also put his cellphone in his jacket pocket. A dagger knife was placed under his pants, in case he ran out of ammunition. The last thing he wore was his full-face Venetian mask. This particular item held an immense significance for him, as it was being used to conceal his face. The revelation of his identity would only expo

Night, in his dangerous mask and tactical gear, emerged, holding the revolver, pointing it towards the cousins, serving as a final lock on the trap. “Absolutely, Boss.”

The time was now 1:14pm and she could make out some movement at the glass door which opened as two huge Japanese men in black suits walked out, followed by another of average height behind them. She moved her sniper slowly to the right as the men made their way across the parking lot to their black sedan. Looking through the scope of the magnified glass attached to her weapon, she held her breath as the chest of one of her target’s bodyguards appeared on the crisscross mark, which was immediately followed by the bald head of the yakuza boss.

Again? I held my breath and pressed my back against the rough concrete. I peeked around the edge of the pillar. Kai, Kol, and Kenzo moved fast. They looked like predators preparing for a desperate, violent hunt. Kenzo strapped a dark tactical vest tight across his chest. Kol checked the ammunition magazine of a long black rifle with clinical precision. Kai slammed a metal supply crate shut. He turned to Kol. His face was twisted in pure, protective rage.

I re-adjusted my posture and went on my trip to find myself a way to the masquerade ball. I came upon a route where there were two guards stationed at the entrance of a massive gate. They were clad in royal platinum armor and armed with long firearms. Aside from that, Darkmoon was exceptional in that they could wield a silver bullet rifle without even a shudder. When it came to the Shadow pack, I was the only one with a gun that had a silver bullet in it.