Sniper Mga Nobela at Kwento

Rendall took out his claymore and Quinn tightened her grip on her bow. I can sense something, someone. I cannot tell how many but the air is cramped, it feels heavy. A small growl from somewhere caught our attention and made us do our formation. Quinn as the support, Rendall as the slayer, and I, as the marksman. We formed a small circle enough to watch each other’s back. “They’re here, they knew we were coming.” I scanned the trees in front of us and my eyes fell into the grass with rash movements, just near a chir pine tree.

Inside one of the rooms, a table was toppled over against the window, covering a figure covered in a black robe. The figure lay down on the floor with its legs spread. In front of the figure was a black Barret M82 sniper, giving off a frosty luster. The sniper rifle could easily blast a person’s body into pieces. The barrel of the sniper rifle was inserted through a hole in the window, all propped on the table. Beside the rifle was a monocular scope, used for spotting the target. Usually, a sniper was paired with a spotter, yet this particular

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And his purpose had crystallized. Aria Moretti had to die. Not quickly. Not mercifully. But slowly enough that she understood what she'd taken from him. Slowly enough that she could feel herself becoming irrelevant, just as he'd become irrelevant. Ghost was a sniper. That had always been his specialty. The Commission had trained him because he was the best. Could make shots from impossible distances. Could factor in wind, temperature, elevation, movement. Could calculate probabilities in his head faster than most people could input them into computers.

It excelled at ambushing prey—but this time, it had encountered a more adept hunter. Drawing a slender firearm from his back,Logo aimed at the fox. The Warhawk series sniper rifle, of whichLogo had crafted several, was the one he held now—the least powerful of them, but still within the limits allowed by the Hunting Tournament. With the Eye of Insight,Logo didn’t need a scope. Wind speed, humidity, ballistic corrections, environmental analysis and modeling... The Eye of Insight handled everything. Raising the rifle,Logo pulled the trigger. With a suppressed muzzle, the shot was barely audible, a soft "puff" as the specially designed sn

Only then would I find true peace. After all, what could possibly be that hard about it? From what Shawn had revealed last night before passing out, this assassin was a legendary professional who used a high-caliber sniper rifle for his missions. The man could sit from a comfortable, mile-long distance on a rooftop and effortlessly gun Elara down in broad daylight, and no one would ever suspect a thing! I hissed. Let me see how that bitch’s precious tech knowledge and cybersecurity empire would save her from a bullet tearing through her skull.

The handle of the blender jar was intact, but the rest was a jagged wreck. anthony crouched over her, straining to hear. “Bullet,” he hissed, pointing at the casing lodged a millimeter away from where she’d been standing. A .308 if he wasn’t mistaken. Lily’s mouth opened and closed like that of a fish gulping for air. “But…but…” “Silenced sniper rifle,” he said silently, kicking the door shut as his mind spun. Kill him. Get him, his wolf howled.

DAMIEN RAPHAËL POV The air up here was quiet. Still. Like death before it made its final move. I crouched near the edge of the old tower’s ledge, the concrete cool beneath my gloves, the metal of the rifle resting heavy on my forearm. A sleek, military-grade sniper rifle with custom grip, modified trigger, suppressor intact. The kind of toy that whispered kill instead of screamed it. Dahlia stood a few feet behind me with that same unimpressed look she wore when I ignored her intel briefs. She was leaning against a rusted steel beam with a cigarette tucked between her fingers.

Getting out of the car and rushing him was an option. A bad one. Not with Annie in his arms. And not with a gun already pressed against her. I needed something faster. Something cleaner. My hand closed around the sniper rifle resting beside me. Slowly, I raised it. The laser settled between his eyes. He saw it. And smiled. I smiled back. For a second, neither of us moved. Then he began to pull the trigger. I fired first. The shot cracked through the night. His head snapped backward. The gun slipped from his hand.

I turned myself into a human weapon. ​When I joined the elite sniper unit, everything fell into place. A sniper needs absolute patience, complete focus, and zero emotion. You have to lie dead still in the dirt for hours, waiting for the perfect second to take your shot. You cannot let your mind wander, and you cannot let your hands shake. I was built for it because my heart was already made of stone.

Some of the remaining members noticed their fallen comrades. He grinned as they started shooting blindly. They couldn't see him. It was too dark in his position for them to spot him. He didn't even blink as he successively pulled the trigger of his sniper rifle. He didn't even bother letting them aim for him because he already made sure to shoot them in their empty brains.