Sniper Mask X Kuon นิยาย & เรื่องราว

It hung in the air like a frozen fog, glittering in the moonlight, beautiful and lethal. "Masks on," I commanded, my voice muffled by the silk-and-leather respirator I had crafted. I watched as Killian pulled his mask into place, his eyes scanning the horizon. Beside him, Marcus and a hand-picked squad of Blackwood warriors moved with a cautious, heavy grace. They were breathing through the serum-soaked filters I’d made from the triplets' hair and the glacier-lily, their chests heaving as their bodies fought the metallic pressure of the atmosphere.

Jervis shouted. Feline laughed and laughed and Jervis was pissed, he was the first. Kerwyn left to go to the arrow area followed by Feline. “Hey Kerwyn, I want to talk about my plan against the Stygian,” I call. To our surprise, people in masks and black sharks were painted on the back of the jacket. "Where is Ian Mercado?" I asked earlier and approached me. Kerwyn stared as he carried the arrow at Nate's crew.

Kiana asked through her earbuds while looking at the camera which was located backstage. Xercel was at the part of backstage where it was a bit dark but because of the advanced technology of their empire, Kiana used lenses for night's vision. Xercel heard it while walking and observing the place she was in. She had studied the ins and outs of this place well since earlier and she would never want to fail this now. She can fail with other things, but not now. After a few minutes of walking, she immediately stops not that far away from a bunch of people who were wearing formal attires and masks with a symbol of a snake wrapping around a skull. They were standing straight while guarding a door.

"That's Khleassandra. She is the Long Range Shooter of the family. What she used was an M16 Rifle also known as an AR-15." My eyes widened as I caught my rest. I didn't understand what he was saying because my life was more important to me. "I don't want to! Please! I don't want to play with you guys!" I struggled as I said that. "Let me go! Please!" Before I could fully recover, the tangerine on my shoulder was suddenly destroyed. The juice splashed on my face. I felt and heard something close to my ear. "And that is Allison. She is our Sniper. She used a Remington M24 SWS."

I asked Arden, puzzled. "I had Kuya Sai get it for me earlier." Kuya Sai was their driver, in his twenties, and close to our age, Arden, Aiden, and I. I put on the leather jacket, surprised that it fit me perfectly. I also saw a bonnet, a black face mask, and sunglasses. "Arden, are you really serious about this?" I asked in disbelief as I put on the face mask, bonnet, and turned the sunglasses into a headband. It was so dark I could barely see!

"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.

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.

him gone, you have to know the truth. This army is prepared to defend the throne and ensure it remains in the hands of those who truly care for the pack, and we answer only to you." "Wait a minute, the strange masked men that have been appearing randomly whenever I need them..." She trailed off when she realized. "Yes, Your Highness. They were always there," he said, nodding. A man stepped out from behind the tent. It was the same man that had helped them back at Bluemoon. Unlike the other soldier's, he wasn't wearing the regular uniform. He was clothed in an all black outfit and a black mask, which was probably because it helped hm stay unnoticeable and even if anyone managed to notice him

I purred, my voice laced in sarcasm as I pouted my lips. “Aww... Poor, lonely Enzo.” He scowled, his deep voice cutting through the air. “Wear your damn mask.” I rolled my eyes and held my mask. It had a peacock design, with feathers affixed to the sides. Golden detailing lined the edges, giving it a delicate yet exotic look. I put it on, and it shielded my features, except for my eyes and lips. I turned to look at him. His mask was the design of a wolf, its expression a scowl just like the one he carried permanently on his face. The only covered parts of his face were his forehead and eyelids. His eyes, nose, and mouth were exposed.