Sniper X Spy Novels & Stories

He had no clue what they were talking about, but Ben was excited when Sasha explained her speciality of sniping while running after her targets. “I can snipe my targets from a helicopter or bullet train if necessary. Unlike other snipers, I can change locations quickly. Sometimes the targets find me, and I switch to mid-range shooting while running for cover. Combining parkour and aerial acrobatics into my shooting is something only I can do. Sneaking up on my targets and scaring them is the best.”

She will probably blame herself for a short while and would definitely stick to Hestia for a short while too. Meanwhile, Hestia was being cornered by the two men. Both of them were wielding guns— both are the same model of Colt M1911. The both of them were smiling wickedly as they looked and lurked closer and cornered Hestia through the hallways and corners. As if it was already unfortunate enough that the vent was just right above the janitor’s closet and their appearance hindered Hestia from escaping through the garbage chute, the model of the guns also poses a problem to the female rookie spy. She is not sure which one is loaded and which one is not.

said Aiden angrily. The man was really annoying since they were placed in the same division. Unfortunately he couldn't avoid the man because to be honest Ryuki's shooting ability was also good. Even the man could be used to disguise himself in the midst of the civilian population because his face was too normal. Ryuki has a perfect face, with cute dimples that people won't think he's a sniper. In contrast to him who has a cold and unfriendly face that has been feared by many people. Plus, the scratches that ran across his temples made him look like a thug who was really scary and should be shunned immediately. But face, of course, is not an obstacle to carry out his job as a sniper, because

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.

Hatred and rage filling every fiber of his body for the bloodied man tied to the chair. “I will give you the name.” the sniper sighed, exhausted. Relief coursed through everybody in the room and eagerness lodged in their hearts. Wetting his lips, he once again whispered incoherently, “Not my hirer, but the other gang.” And his head started falling back. “Don’t you dare, lose conscious now. Give me the fucking name.” Ayaan screamed, his hand fisting bunch of the sniper’s hair. “Aah…” He whispered, almost blacking out and then whimpered again “Aa… Aar… Aa” His words too low and too incoherent to be heard or to be understood as he went completely limp and unconscious in the chair.

He fucking brought his friend to spy on us or mostly on me. "I'm kinda busy, but I just want to see first if what I heard is right, congressman..." I said with my trailing tone of voice, smiling as I approached him, then quickly grabbed the back of his head and hit it on the poker table. I pulled out my Glock G19X, my favorite 9mm, tucked behind my back with my right hand. At the same time, my left was still pressing the congressman's head on the table so he couldn't lift it. I aimed the gun at the British man, who I knew was a spy and pulled the trigger before the fool could draw his weapon. I smirked when I saw the man's body drop dead with a hole I had created in his left eye.

Spider said calmly, his tone as casual as if he were pointing out items on a menu. I didn’t hesitate, firing twice in rapid succession. Both guards dropped before they could even raise their weapons, their bodies crumpling into a lifeless pile. “Damn,” Spider said, his voice laced with mock admiration. “Still got that sniper touch, huh?” “Shut up and keep moving,” I snapped, my eyes scanning the next corridor. Still, I couldn’t stop the faint twitch of a smirk from pulling at my lips. Spider chuckled, his blade spinning between his fingers again. “You know, Grey, you’re no fun when you’re all business.”