Sniper Transformers Novels & Stories

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]

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.

“Huh, looks like you should get used to it.” Aiden smirked disdainfully at Calistha and immediately jumped into his car. He had even experienced things worse than this. Trapped in the wilderness, in a state of stalking the enemy, and he only relies on river water to cleanse his body of various impurities that he gets while lurking. The life of a sniper is indeed very cruel. They are indeed trained to deal with the extreme conditions out there. It's no wonder that in the end only mentally ill people will qualify to become snipers, because they were created to be robots. They are required to harden their hearts, dull their senses of taste, and grow into the most formidable human beings of all

Sooner or later, she wouldn't be able to stop the transformation. “You’ve been staring on your hands for ages,” Amanda said, turning to see her in the backseat. Mira put her hands into the pocket of her jacket. “What did you do to the sniper?” “Minor injuries,” Griffin replied, briefly looking at her through the rear mirror. “He didn’t give much information. His target was confirmed to be the Commander. After that, he was ordered to kill you too. But he didn’t know the person who hired him. Same instruction—get the equipment, find the target, and kill.”

Percy yelled out and the guy's hand froze on the image, as well as every other person in the room as their eyes focused on the image the black guy has his pointer on. " Not that, the one on its left, " Percy directed when he realized the guy's pointer was on the wrong image. The dark guy moved his pointer to the left and then zoomed in on the right image. The name Snipper was written under the guy with buzz-cut amber hair color, piercing green eyes, sharp cheekbones, strong square jaw, slightly wide neck covered in tattoos, and a pale skin complexion. He is twenty-eight years old Sniper is a former military discharge cause of a knee injury turned gun for higher just to survive recruited by t

How come he never looked at him with such rapture? “The sniper is a Shooter.” Fynn declared, “And neither a well-known figure nor a previous offender, otherwise we would have had his power signature in our database.” Shooters had the power to move things with their minds. They were named Shooters because they found it hard to move things slowly and had trouble changing the direction of movement. Due to this, when they used their power to move things, it often resulted in those things shooting in a specific direction. “The glint that you guys saw wasn’t a sniper rifle scope but probably some kind of magnifying lens that would allow him to see you better. Such as binoculars or a telescopic len

She couldn't be in any danger. In fact he had not expected Samantha to react so quickly in such a chaotic situation that she would block in front of him and take bullets for him in such a short period of time. If he was not wrong, the assassin used a barret m82 snipper riffler. It was a long range sniffing weapon that was widely used in many countries. It could be used to attack those rny soldiers who were hiding behind the wall. It's powerful ammunition could even penetrate bricks and concrete, it could easily penetrate human bodies.

At the same time, a bushy-browed man in a black cape was setting up a sniper on the tallest building in Seechertown with the barrel aimed at the battlefield. The sniper was a good five meters long. Its magazine was in the shape of a gigantic circular disc, covered densely with scripture and symbols. The man looked through the viewfinder, his aim swapping between the three cultivators as he murmured to himself, "I can't believe I need this stupid thing to take down one of my own kind. You're bleeding me dry here. C'mon!" Just then, Constantine had finally finished his spell. A thick ball of white light appeared in his hands, a single wisp of a flame burning in the center of it.

“Sebastian...” Then the anesthesia pulled her under again. He exhaled like air was finally allowed back into his lungs. Jameson arrived soon after, fury locked behind quiet control. Sam didn’t stop working, he was on his tablet, pulling feeds, security recordings, encrypted chatter, everything. Back at the estate, the Hart's security teams continued sweeping. The sniper’s gun had been found discarded, wiped clean but still informative. He’d used professional suppressors, glass-optimized optics, and tactical positioning. This wasn’t a desperate shot.

Nathan then took two tranquilizer darts and his dart rifle, exited the armoured truck from the rear and set himself up to take out the sniper. "Ok, Nathan. Based on the windspeed and direction, position your scope about three degrees upwards. We are aiming for the sniper's neck." Victoria informed Nathan. "Got it, Vicky. I got him in my sights." Nathan replied. He spotted his target, took a deep breath and took his shot. In a split second, the dart found its mark, poking into the sniper's neck. The sniper felt the dart and immediately took it out of his neck; but it was too late. Ten seconds later, he lost consciousness and fell into a deep sleep.