Sniper Mask X Kuon Novels & Stories

" Really?" " Yes! Just call me Jasmin, that's my code name but if you want to see our faces you can't. Each of my colleagues here has a code name too. And our chief was Sapphire. So far you haven't seen her here. She is on vacation now. We wear a mask or face mask because that is the only barrier to covering our personalities. Oh, are you now happy because I already answered your questions?" He laughed again. "Really?" He said in a sarcastic tone. "Very superficial reason. Let me out of here. I'm getting bored here."

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.

He pulled his secure comm pad from his wrist guard and punched in Freda’s emergency code. The Jimenez heir accepted the transmission immediately, logging a set of coordinates for a neutral lounge in the lower commercial district before severing the link. Ronan donned a heavy combat mask to conceal his rank and navigated his interceptor to the designated sector. Freda was already stationed in a secure booth, her frame wrapped in a soft, light-toned silk tunic, her hair pinned back with delicate silver combs that completely contradicted her usual combat profile.

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.

Everyone on her squad wore a slightly different style for their specialty. For Aeon, as a Jack, her outfit consisted of her tank top, combat style pants that stretched easily, and her combat boots. Star, the fast moving sniper and information holder, she wore a tank top and pants as well, but used steel toed sneakers for their better mobility. She also had an unusual dark brown side pouch she used that was not part of standard ware. Chriso, the heavy hitter and muscle, wears a form fitting t-shirt, pants, and combat boots. J7, the scout and tracker, needs shorts for his running, a tank top, and steel toed sneakers.

The next morning, Gwen woke up at the crack of dawn. She called Luna on the phone while she was washing up, and told Luna about her request. "No problem!" Luna was smiling as she said this. "You say that that bodyguard of yours needs a mask, huh? Well, what kind is he looking for? One that's made to imitate human skin? I don't think that's a good idea. It'll come off easily if someone were to punch him, and I think a better option will be something made of metal, like those masks you wear to a costume party. We can easily make it look more lifelike!

I command “Yes.” She breathes nodding before turning her head away from me. As soon as I reach my armoury room I change into a pair of dark jeans, a black V-neck t-shirt and put on my boots. I strap on my 9mm underneath my shirt, grab my sniper case and insert my Matsuda blade onto my back. I was getting ready to party.

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.

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."

I could hear it pumping hard against my chest like I just ran a thousand miles. Venar glared at me, his hand raising to touch my face. He felt the texture of the skunk mask and hatred began to emanate from his unscathed eye as he struggled to speak. “You..have been wearing a skin mask. You are so full of tricks.” I let out a dark chuckle as I looked down from his bloody face to where my dagger was deeply thrust. Smirking, I dragged the sharp blade through his lungs and ribs, feeling the warm rush of life slipping away.