Sniper Synonym Novels & Stories

As for Sean, he finally saw the sniper's face clearly. The sniper looked like an Orwallian; he was clearly a mercenary from abroad. "Who sent you here?" Sean asked coldly. The sniper didn't answer. He rubbed his eyes vigorously, but Sean didn't disappear. Instead, he saw Sean clearer! The sniper finally understood that everything in front of his eyes was really happening. Sean was a top expert! The sniper took a deep breath, and there was an unprecedentedly serious look in his eyes. He quickly pulled out a dagger from his waist. It had been covered with strong venom.

Also, you're a Grandmaster yourself, so I'm sure you know how far a silver needle can fly, right? What? The gunman turned around immediately upon hearing Sebastian's words. The second story of the building was dark, and it was strangely quiet. There was also a sniper rifle by the left side of the window. However, nobody was behind it. "Y-You killed him? How… How is this possible? When did you notice him?" The gunman couldn't remain calm anymore. The sniper was the most important part of their trap because the bullet they were going to use was a Silver Rush bullet.

He shifted in time to avoid being seen by him or the sniper, both no more than two hundred feet away. The sniper kept his attention on his Colt M4 rifle with the detachable suppressor and adjusted his sights. The spotter's lips moved as he spoke quietly to the gunman. The pair should never have allowed Alexus to get this close, but they didn't know. He'd leave behind the team, and soon it would be all over. For them. Alexus started to move again. The sniper's body tensed as if sensing something. Alexus froze. The spotter disappeared from view. A moment later, the sniper swung his sights on Alexus.

His steps are that of a predator hunting his prey. " A killer that kills his target from a distance is a coward and just scared to look his victim in the eyes as the life drains out of them, " he taunted the guy in front of him with a mocking grin that grew when he saw the angry scowl that darkened his opponent's forehead. Sniper bristled at the words thrown at him by the guy standing confidently in his front like he holds all the cards.

The clack and hiss of CO₂ tanks being filled echoed from the firing range nearby. “So,” Nick said, adjusting his gloves and glancing at the group, “what’s the plan this time?” Travis wiped a sheen of sweat from his forehead with the sleeve of his jumpsuit, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “I dunno. How about a sniper hunt?” Con’s face twisted immediately. “Oh, fuck no. You’re not pulling that shit on me again. Someone else’s turn.” He shot a glare at Bob, who was trying—and failing—to hide his grin.

The sniper anticipated this and fired a couple more shots, all barely missing Harvey’s body within a hair’s length. This was enough to prove how scary the sniper really was. The sniper was already leagues above Lucas Jean’s subordinate, Lebron.

They hadn't expected pursuit this fast. The spotter saw him first, yelled a warning. The sniper turned, going for a sidearm. Sabatine didn't give him the chance. Two shots. Center mass. The sniper crumpled over his expensive rifle. The spotter dropped the binoculars and raised his hands, his face pale under his paint. “Don’t shoot! I’m just the eyes!” Sabatine crossed the roof in four strides, kicked the sniper’s weapon away, and pressed his pistol to the spotter’s forehead. “The secondary target. The principal on stage. What’s the play?”

I poured the cereal into my bowl and went to the fridge for milk. “A handgun?” Declan said, sounding incredulous. “A handgun can’t compare to a sniper rifle. The accuracy and range of a sniper rifle is far superior.” Giovanni shook his head. “A handgun may not be as accurate, but it’s much more versatile. You can carry it with you at all times, and it’s much easier to conceal,” Giovanni continued. “A sniper rifle is great for long-range targets, but a handgun is better for close-quarters combat.” “But what if you need to take out a target from long range?” Declan countered. “A handgun won’t be able to hit the target with the same precision as a sniper rifle.”

With thermal imaging showing the sniper's position. Dante's teams were coordinating across continents. Commission operatives in Europe, Asia, South America, Africa all mobilized to search for a sniper who could make 487-meter shots with precision. "International weapons dealers," one analyst said. "Anyone specializing in long-range equipment. Anyone who's been hired for contract killing in the past two years." "Sniper training facilities," another analyst said. "Military contractors. Private security firms that specialize in long-range work." "Hospitals with trauma specialists," a third analyst said. "We need to find someone who survived a significant injury recently. Someone who might have

Target dies…] When the notification popped up, confirming that the man was really dead, Mike let go of his hand. “Huh?” he exclaimed in surprise. The rifle that the sniper had been holding was not actually a real sniper rifle. It was merely a handgun with an aiming scope that did not even fit well together. It was a combination of two different things. [Name: M12] [Type: Firearm] [Rarity: Common] [Damage: Common] [Ammunition: 20 Rounds]