Sniper Mask And Kuon Novels & Stories

The only thing that makes them differ from one another is their build and their weapons. Sniper, pistol, grenades, crossbow, they have it hanging on their back but most of all, they have katana on their belts. “All organizations were scared of them back in the days. But these years, they lie low that some have forgotten about them and mafias took advantage of that.” I heaved a sigh of relief. At least, we have a chance to win now. Let the games begin then.

The moonlight dressed the land in a gleaming white layer. Within the silent gloom of Nova in Veil's armoury, Roy checked the straps of his black coat, tucked his gloves into place and lifted the collapsable mask from its stand. Black steel edges melding into a sleek, curved surface with that single ornate stone hanging from its left side. He didn’t put it on yet. Only held it. Looking at it. It meant something to him. The teardrop of the crimson jewel. Kieran finished buckling the straps of his combat harness, sliding his sword into place along his spine.

Five people to sneak into the heart of the enemy. They gathered in a smaller cave that served as an armory. It wasn't filled with swords and shields, but with tools of subtle war. Ronan traded his crystal-tipped spear for a wicked-looking knife made of black, volcanic glass, its edge so sharp it seemed to cut the light. He checked the tension of a powerful, compact crossbow, its bolts tipped with a paralytic toxin derived from a desert scorpion.

In front of them are the twenty-six platoon leaders that are standing side by side in two rows with full confidence, leaving the middle space for them to walk on. She arched an eyebrow upon seeing all of the platoon leaders. She noticed that some of them were wearing a skin-like mask, others were wearing a full cover mask, some were wearing a half mask that either covered just their left or right eyes, eyes and nose or their mouths and lastly, some did not bother to cover their faces at all like some of the women. With just a simple glance, she saw how Konrad's other chosen people held so much pride for themselves that she couldn't help but to sneer inside.

"Whoever is inside knows how to shield it." They reached the top of the debris pile. The cargo bay doors were jammed open, revealing a cavernous, dark maw. Standing in the center of the opening, backlit by the flickering blue emergency lights inside, was the Sniper. He—or she—was wearing a patchwork suit of hazmat gear and leather armor. A gas mask with a single, glowing blue eye-lens covered their face. The sniper rifle was lowered, but not safetied. It was a kinetic weapon—an old-school slug thrower, not an Admin energy rifle. Illegal. Untraceable.

He laughed We entered the house and sat in the dining area " Gun are you okay?" the deafening silence break when Singto suddenly asked my baby " Gun!!" He added and pinched Gun's elbow " HUH?? Sorry? What was that?" Gun said and shooked his head " Spaced out?" Singto added " I'm just thinking about something," He said and smiled " Now you are smiling, that's good to see" Singto added " Smile.. is that what they call a smile of satisfaction?" Krist said, he even emphasized the word FUCK by shouting it.

The Armament testing range hummed with the sharp crack of gunfire, the air thick with the acrid scent of gunpowder and metal. Ronan stood at the firing line, ear protection muffling the world to a dull roar, safety goggles shielding his eyes from the flash and debris. His broad shoulders tensed under the black tactical vest, tattoos peeking from the collar as he sighted down the barrel of a sleek prototype assault rifle. The weapon was a beast, compact, lethal, designed for his company's black-market clients who demanded precision in chaos.

He wore a black mask but it has a white scratch-like scar on the right eye. Tumingin ulit ako sa mensahe ni Hellios. [Be wary if one of them wears a mixed up mask. They might cause a lot of trouble.] Tumingin ako kay Knythe. ‘Looks like that opponent is really strong.’ Saad ko sa aking isip. Nanlaki ang mata ko nang may nagbato ng patalim sa lalaking nasa gitna. The guy easily dodged it. Sabay-sabay kaming lumingon sa likod at nakita si Shun. He approached us.

2 minutes later: "Unit three report! Targets on sight, but vision is kind of blurry. I don't know what is happening, but we can't get a better view of them. Copy." Janet. "Shit shit shit! How is that possible? Unit three, Shine what is your report? Copy." Gal asked. "Same issue here, copy." Anthony. "Fuck! What type of sniper is Sharpe with again?" Mercury asked. "A1 AS50. That's the best sniper, with a good compass range. What could possibly go wrong?" I asked looking around, all my senses at alert. Then it was time for the speech, the President with the Six Brigades and Mercury and I, made for the podium.

His hand covered Luca’s head, shielding. “Stay down,” he hissed. “K–Kain—wh–what—” “Sniper,” Kain spat. His jaw clenched, voice sharp now, all business. “Fucking perfect timing.” Another gunshot rang out, people shouted, glass shattered. Luca crouched, heart banging against his ribs like it wanted out. All around them, the party crumbled. People in masks fled, blood streaked the floor, and yet, Kain didn’t flinch.