Sniper X Spy Novels & Stories

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

The sniper was tight-lipped. Even under interrogation, he refused to budge, not answering a single question, let alone telling the police whom he served. There was nothing that they could offer him, not protection or leniency, that would get him to talk. Fortunately, the tattoo on his neck gave away his association. The three black pawprints in a triangular formation told Chief Callaghan that the sniper worked for the Bianchi crime family. When Chief Callaghan told Andrew about his findings, it was enough for Andrew to demand that Edoardo Bianchi be brought in for interrogation.

data to the Apex Spire. But beneath the smog, the "crater" was arming itself to the teeth. Ren Walker stood on the roof of a crushed transit bus, the heavy carbon-fiber stock of the M-99 Archangel sniper rifle resting against his shoulder. He peered through the smart-scope, not at an enemy, but at his own troops. Down in the muddy courtyard, Leo (Tank) was running drills.

"Comfortable, spacious, and far away from the snorers." "Snorers?" "Half the team sounds like dying animals. Trust me, you'll thank me later." I laughed, settling into my seat. "I already do." Malik could be a pain in the ass, but at least he was a welcome distraction from everything else. But even as I laughed at his jokes, I couldn't stop my eyes from drifting toward the front of the bus. Kingston was boarding now, and Silver was behind him, her hand still on his arm. He was saying something to her-his head bent toward hers, his voice low.

she asked as she inspected the black leather tactical gear Marcus had offered her. “It just came up,” Marcus replied. “He said it was urgent.” “Knox didn’t brief me.” Emily said a hint of surprise in her tone. “There was no time for a proper briefing. That’s why we had to call you in incase the target turned out to be unpredictable.” Emily frowned. “What are we dealing with?” “Target extraction,” Marcus said. “Who is the target?” “Foreign spy,” another agent answered. “Planning a terrorist attack.” Emily’s expression hardened slightly.

“Xavier and Rhea have something going on. They are closer than ever. One wrong move, and he will know something is going on.” Syke smirked. “That’s why the responsibility falls on your shoulders, top agent. What’s so difficult about trapping a girl that you are complaining about? I know I would deliver Rhea to the Lycan King flawlessly of I were in your position. So, get to work. As a top spy, you should be able to destroy everything around you without anyone knowing you are responsible—” “Quit trying to teach me my job.” She scoffed. “I am in a different spy league from you. You might be older, but I am more lethal and experienced, Syke.”

Instead, he swung his right hand, revealing a metal pipe he picked up from the ground earlier. Loud sounds of the two weapons colliding echoed throughout. The sniper let out a grunt while she took a few steps back, showing a trail of blood from the corners of her mouth. On the other hand, Harvey played with his metal pipe in his hands without showing too much emotion. “You still want to brawl with me at close quarters after you already lost? Do you think a sniper like you have a chance?” The sniper did not say anything. She was showing a cold expression on her face while she leaned forward.

We waited for the others before he discussed the plan. In our group Sphinx got the mind game. He has all the information before he calls for a meeting. He knows the two in my 'X' list. Leo Montes and Arturo Montes. He accidentally saw my list inside my room. After that we got into a big fight that I almost quit. Eagle calmed me down. That's why we add the 'no personal questions' in our rules. The door opened and Centaur first walked in. He's the sniper in our team. He's using a matte black mask to cover his face.

Push him far enough, and he wouldn't hesitate to put a bullet in her. When life and death were on the line, who had the luxury of worrying about whether the sword should stay sheathed? People like that—give them even the greatest powers, and they'd still die horribly. Ray kept searching, and soon, a smile appeared on his face. He'd found a sniper rifle. Sniper rounds were different from standard rifle ammunition—faster, with far greater penetration. To be honest, what Ray really wanted was an RPG or a heavy machine gun. Even a regular machine gun would do in a pinch.

“So as I was saying, we let him go after the scare, but not before we get hold of his phone and lie to him that we have already identified the sniper and would be closing on his location in an hour.” I narrowed my eyes in interest. “Why so?” “While we have my father, we secretly install a high-level spy software. If he’s as involved as you say, he’ll immediately call the sniper guy to warn him the moment he thinks he’s safe. When he reaches out, we'll be listening to every word they say, every text. That is how we get your shooter!” I looked at Lev. His skepticism was slowly melting into a dark appreciation. It was a brilliant idea. I hadn't expected that from her.