Novel & Cerita Sniper Mask And Kuon

The question is, will I survive? The guard suddenly rushes in. He points at me and throws me something, which I quickly catch. “Put that on. Alpha Zao wants to see that on you.” “What…is it?” I ask, standing up. “A mask? I don’t know,” he says with anger. I look at it. It’s a tasseled nose‑and‑mouth mask. The dangling tassels are made with rhinestones, and the bottom part curves into a V shape that frames my jaw and chin when I put it on.

"Where is your mask? I don't know if it's because I know the truth now, but you look… remarkably female. Even your short hair has grown a bit longer since you arrived." I quickly touched my bare face, a wave of worry hitting me as I realized he was right. I needed to cover it before the other warriors spotted us. Thinking fast, I lengthened a single sharp claw and carefully cut the bottom inner part of my uniform trousers, ripping a wide strip of dark fabric away to create a makeshift mask. I tied it securely around my jaw and nose, pending when I could return to my tent and make a proper one. Quinn watched me, nodding his head in silent approval. "Remember, just be normal. Though, I feel li

They were heavily armed hunters dressed in modern tactical gear, their faces hidden behind black masks. At their front stood a man holding a high-caliber rifle, his icy gaze fixed on my wounded family.

“I knew you would say that” Liam comes running over with a case and lays it down in front of me. He has a wicked grin on his face and laughs as he says, “Hope you like it”. I gasp when I open the case. It’s a custom long-distance Ruger precision sniper rifle. It even has custom silver bullets with a wolfbane core. Conrad lifts my chin to look at him. “Figured this way you are still safe at the house while kicking ass and being a true Luna Queen”.

They took their position and hid in a blind point, as the enemies followed with their motorcycles. There are seven people in total, all wearing a special force mask. They had more advanced weaponry than Eka’s side, which left them on the disadvantageous side. As the enemies drew closer, Na Yeoul was the first to encounter one. The Korean man is fast on his feet, as he hits the man’s jaw with a clean hit.

Usually, a sniper was paired with a spotter, yet this particular sniper was alone, taking up both roles. The sniper was either extremely arrogant or had absolute confidence in his skills. Judging from how the shots were fired, Kaze believed the sniper was the latter. “Huh? Interesting.” The sniper muttered in the quiet room and the voice that came from the black robe was of a woman. She then removed her hood and mask, revealing a common-looking face. If she were to walk on the street and blend in with the crowd, she could practically go unnoticed. Yet she looked surprised. She noticed Kaze’s movements and she knew what he was planning to do.

An advanced carbon fiber quiver strapped against his back and a heavy recliner bow gives him the appearance of a traditional hunter. He wasn’t in his casuals, either. His hunter's kevlar was sticking to his chest like a part of his own body. A dull cargo bottoms with a lot of utility pockets. A dark hood to cover his head, and a mask to hide his face. His fingers wrapped with tape to minimize the finger chafing. Agenor blurted out, "Alright, everyone, listen up!" "Our priorities are a bit unordered, so let me sort them out! I also have a piece of news."

"When I found out that my body isn't broken as it seemed to be." Keron's eyes were still glued at the video game. He made a fist with his right hand and pumped it in front of his face. The gesture was recognized by his Battle Gear's sensors, prompting it to detract his headgear and release his head. Cool air from the room's air conditioner embraced his bare face. His features were typically islandic Tritonite--dark tan, glowing light blue eyes, tribal tattoos and a shaven head. The insignia of their tribe was imprinted on his left cheek: a snake encircling his left eye like a cane.

My rational mind was catching up with my instincts. These men had on head-to-toe ballistic body suits with knee guards and solid ballistic inserts for the front and back of the torso. They had on some sort of dull, dark-grey respirator mask which was why the armless guy wasn't screaming his head off. They also had matte black circular ear protections and a type of high tech visor on the ears and eyes respectively.

"That is a model used for extreme long-distance shooting. For my money, the best in the world. The longest-ever verified successful sniping was carried out in Afghanistan by a solider using that weapon. That was at over two miles. If anything suspicious moves down there, I have the range." James speaks slowly. "Klempner, if we're vulnerable here..." Then his gaze sharpens. "You've been standing out here for hours at a time over the last few days. I thought you just wanted some privacy. Have you been trying to draw Baxter's fire?" I tap my chest, tugging down the neckline of the Christmas sweater to display what's underneath... not that I'd be heartbroken if Baxter shot that fucking penguin..