Novel & Cerita Sniper Mask And Kuon

It disgusted Aeon to no end. Aeon let out a small breath to steady herself as she lined each pistol up with the small gap between the metal on the heads of each Tech K9. It's a small spot on the temples of any Tech K9 breed. The only other vulnerable spots on the Tech K9s were their eyes as those were still organic, but they were covered by visors. The Scouts head ducked down, but the Hunter kept his head up. The opertunity to take both out at the same time left, however, Aeon decided to take the shot anyway. The Hunter is large and easily was the more dangerous one. She fired one shot into its skull, watching as it whent dropped like a stone, blood pooling around its head.

It was carbon fiber, and the tip was glowing a sickly purple. "Wolfsbane," Nash hissed through clenched teeth. "Pure concentrate." I looked toward the trees where the arrow had come from. Stepping out from the shadows of the tree line was a figure dressed in black tactical gear. A mask covered their face, but the emblem on their shoulder was unmistakable—a silver scorpion inside a circle. Mercenaries. "You missed," Nash snarled, straightening up despite the wound. He pulled the arrow shaft, snapping it off to leave the head embedded, stopping the poison from spreading deeper, but the damage was done. Purple veins were already spiderwebbing out from the wound.

Zane continues before ending the call. I ran to my bike, opened the compartment behind and put on the leather jacket I kept inside just in case. I took out my mask, which is enough to cover my mouth and one of my eyes, leaving a hole for me to look. I drew a mouth and other designs on it to make it look cool and it's safe to say that I'm proud of it. If you've ever watched Tokyo Ghoul, you might have an idea or two. It looks just like kaneki's, but mine is better.

There are numerous symbols on my katana, symbols that signify protection, power, numerous symbols to protect us against any mundane creature on this planet. **** We geared up, I placed my katana on the harness on my back, loaded up my McMillan 50 sniper rifle, and my two small Desert Eagle 50ae shotguns in case I needed a short-range pistol. Placed my harness in place, geared up my glasses, placed my hair in a tight whole hair braid, and I was ready to go. "Ok ladies, let's roll out!” I said as I made my way to my group to where they were waiting. The convoys were already equipped and waiting for us to depart.

"You guys are worried about him." Kean continued to run, occasionally coughing up blood as one bullet managed to hit the chest, grazing the heart. Ah, yes, and relying on one hand to kill all enemies that got in the way. Kean managed to grab another weapon, a sword so sharp. One slash, and it cuts through everything. Although they were predominantly snipers, there were also members who were close-range fighters with swords; their number was minimal. Blood covered Kean again after he cut down another sniper who was trying to escape or hide from him.

When they saw her leave with the duke the previous night, as subtle as the two tried to be, many wondered if the duke would be so kind as to extend his stay to keep their chief - whom they feared but respected more than Valor himself - remained as she was now - less daunting. When she sat long enough with the paperwork, her chair scraped and she made her way to the test lab, checking on the progress of the bulletproof bodysuits they were improving, along with laser blades, safety goggles and masks that every hunter would eventually be mandated to carry with them. The blades, goggles and masks were a new plan, implemented after the western massacre. The idea was for hunters to shield their se

Although AK-47’s were notorious for being lethal, they were not worth mentioning compared to large-caliber sniper rifles. The power of the bullet from the sniper rifle Big Ken used was similar to that of a small bomb! The people on Gunner's side all took the opportunity to get out of the car and hid by the side of the car. Among them, several were wounded. Although they all wore bulletproof vests today, they were low-end goods that Gunner got from the black market and certainly were not comparable to the military-grade bulletproof vests worn by Alex and Big Ken. The main thing that stopped bullets was not quality, but luck.

Luna, her celestial gaze widening with disbelief, uttered a shocked inquiry, "What?" Alpha Burst, sensing the profound implications of this revelation, echoed Luna's astonishment. "Yes, Alpha Luna, it's one of us. I saw the sniper's face, although I'm not entirely certain due to the mask she was wearing," the soldier disclosed, the weight of the revelation etched on his countenance. Luna, compelled by the urgency of the information, implored the soldier to provide more details. "Save me some time, soldier. Tell me who it is?" Luna's request hung in the air, a plea for clarity amid turmoil.

Their utility belts, laden with pouches and holsters, hold an array of weapons and tools that make me gulp. The Hunters' hands are encased in sleek, black gloves with reinforced knuckles, as if they're expecting a fistfight with a brick wall. Their faces are partially hidden by dark green domino masks that stretch horizontally across their eyes, leaving their chiseled jaws exposed. It's a look that screams, "I'm a professional badass, and I know it." "Young lady," One of them rumbles, "get away from him. He's a vampire, and a killer at that."

He bows slightly and makes his way backwards out of the door. “Down to business. The shooter, you said forensics had something for us?” “Correct, it would appear the gun used was a VSS Vintorez, an integrally suppressed sniper rifle.” “Ah, hence not hearing it when it went off.” Tony nods to affirm. “And tell me, this is a Russian weapon used by their special forces? Are you telling me it is someone from the Russian side? The slimy cunts.” Tony shrugs. “To be honest, Nico. I have no idea. Anyone who is in the know can get their hands on one, not easy but possible. It could be literally anyone. We’re always under attack.”