Sniper Mask X Kuon นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

Razion pointed at the open gates, littered with the bodies of inexperienced X'arik Guards. "How funny, they were called the 'elite' but they decorated the mortuary with their own uniforms." Keron muttered as he drew his Tritonite hunting blade: a short curved scimitar called 'nevok'. He charged at the Dusk Riders, followed by his subordinates, and engaged the thick crowd.

“Not just any mates, either - Lunas from great families. You can figure out what that means for yourself. I frowned. "What? "It means every Alpha here might finally get the chance to mark a strong Luna. And each Alpha wants a powerful Luna by his side. I nodded slightly, faking the understanding, while my mind felt out of place. Something in the notion of marking someone-a mate-it caused my chest to tighten. I wasn't supposed to think that way, not as Liam. “So, Mr. Perfect,” I said, turning to him, “do you have a mate already?

On her feet sat soft-soled tabi boots with segmented soles for near-silent movement, reinforced at the ball and heel for spurts of speed, and Knee-high gaiters strapped with fold-away grappling hooks for scaled walls or rapid retreats. A lightweight half-mask of lacquered steel and leather, covering nose and mouth; built-in carbon filter neutralises toxic fumes. The mask’s surface bears a subtle crimson blossom motif - her personal emblem, visible only when moonlight strikes it just right. Alec had to blink a few times. He was certain this woman with flaming carmine hair and apple green eyes was his mother, even beyond the mask. However, she ignored him and walked right up to Artemis. The wa

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.

The shooter was wearing a mask at that moment, so his face was completely hidden. "Seems like your plan to kill Young Master White, failed completely. Unfortunately for you, he is still alive and well." Warren said teasingly. There's nothing a sniper hates more than missing a kill. And Warren wanted to express this so he could fluster the sniper. "Who's to say it wasn't a shot meant to warn him. Now then, would you move out of my way!" the sniper commanded. Warren stood firm. Then the sniper retrieved a 9 mm gun from his side and pointed it at Warren. Warren almost burst out laughing when he saw that. He knew he could easily take out the sniper, Warren wanted to entertain him a little, at le

"Harder to cut than Kevlar." "Did you kill the guy who wore them first?" Kan tossed the gear aside. He climbed onto the mattress, his silver eyes turning a dark, predatory grey as they raked over Timothy’s frame. "No." Timothy’s breath hitched. "Standard issue for ghosts. They cost more than your car." He tried to find the cold, operative mask he’d worn for years, but it was cracking. "I’m under the protection of the Rebellion. Eleanor Nash will have your heads for this." It was a desperate lie, a thin shield against the raw heat in the room.

"Mr. Knovell, what do you need so many for? These are for hunting, right? Not hurting people?" Caution laced his voice. Selling the gear was one thing, and liability was another. Cyrus laughed. "Relax. I'm taking friends on a hunting trip in Kongor. Just stocking up." Seamus whistled. "Kongor, huh? Lions and hyenas out there. Stay safe." "Don't worry. When can you have the gear ready?" "I've got stock on hand. Swing by anytime."

“Sure thing… Dad.” The man whipped around so fast the driver almost swerved. “I am your cousin, Kai.” Kai snorted. “Relax, Martin. Just messing with you.” “Don’t—just don’t.” His cousin pinched the bridge of his nose. “Lay low. Please. That’s all I’m asking.” Kai gave him a lazy salute. “Low profile. Good kid. Got it.” Even if both of them knew he was incapable of either. --- The school gates was open like the mouth of some bored giant. Kai stepped out of the car, adjusting his hoodie and pulling up the black mask that hid everything below his eyes. It wasn’t suspicious. Gen Z could show up dressed like space pirates and no one would blink.