Novel & Cerita Straight Shooter

And from the other side, I watched as Valerio stepped out from behind a car with his hands spread out wide. He looked untouched by everything happening around him, and he had no gun with him. He was just staring at me, smiling as if none of this mattered, like this was exactly how it was supposed to go. My jaw tightened, and I started walking towards him slowly at first. Then faster. Then I broke into a run. A man tried to step in, and I shot him without slowing. Another lunged, and I drove straight through him, knocking him aside like he wasn’t even there.

In an instant, the crowd fell silent. The burly man's eyes narrowed, his drunkenness quickly dissipating as he asked, "You must be Micah?" Micah did not bother with words. He fired the first shot, barely missing the burly man, which only fueled his anger. The man shouted, "What are you waiting for? Kill him!" But Micah and Mr. Joker moved with such elusive speed that the attackers could not track their movements. Growing increasingly desperate, the burly man gritted his teeth, finally spotting Micah and taking aim.

Santo dove for cover behind a marble pillar, returning fire with precise shots that neutralized the first wave of attackers. Rico moved like a shadow, his movements fluid as he swept through the room, taking out guards with lethal efficiency. Bullets whizzed past him, shattering vases and paintings as the firefight intensified. His heart raced with adrenaline, every sense heightened as he dodged and returned fire, each shot finding its mark with deadly accuracy.

The realization sank in slow, cold waves. So that mysterious person… the one who had saved us, or whatever the person did, had actually killed someone. Jerry continued, his tone cautious. “Whoever that shooter was… he or she isn’t just skilled—they’re deadly. That shot was clean, precise. That wasn’t luck, boss. That was experience. That’s someone who’s done it before.” I clenched my jaw. “You mean—” “I mean,” he interrupted softly, “we were dealing with a certified criminal. A professional.”

A cold smile touched his lips. “These two… are mine.” His voice cut through the chaos. Without hesitation, Adrian holstered his gun. Steel flashed in his hands. Two short daggers — sleek, razor-sharp, deadly. His preferred weapons. He moved. Fast. Faster than the eye could follow. Men rushed him — and fell just as quickly. A slash across the throat. A precise stab to the ribs. Another to the neck. No wasted motion. No hesitation. By the time he reached them—

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.

Just stand in this position"He whispers in my ear He makes me stand straight my legs slightly parting my hands both holding the gun strongly, one finger on the target "See... just like that"Adrian runs his hand along my stomach to my hips and down my thighs leaving a trail of fire wherever he touches "Now Focuse on your target "Adrian says into my ear as I point at the bulls eye "Shoot" And with that I pull the trigger and the bullet goes straight into the bulls eye "I did it!"I shout turning around and tackling Adrian he didn't expect it and lost his balance falling with me following on top of him I laugh as I straddle him seating on top of his abdomin

I got down, tucked my gun behind my back and steered to the front door. "stai dietro di me" I barked with pride. I have been killing people for a long time and I know how well to take care of myself. But he cannot, he is just a driver. As he cocked the gun in his hands, he kept shaking and his breath getting heavier. [stai dietro di me means stay behind me] This guy is a sad animal. All men are animals, this one is just sad.

“I will kill you with my bare hands.” Fear gripped her that he would do just that, he had obviously started to regain control of his body. She looked down to find the injection site that Jacob had used. She jabbed the needle in, the suppressor already locked down from the original injection, and then lurched to her feet without giving 416 another glance even as he snarled from the pain she’d just inflicted.

He gets himself low to the ground; similar to that of a wolf ready to hunt. GANGSTER #1: "Don't even try it!" (He reveals a frail looking young woman; whom obviously was kidnapped from the town, only to place a gun to her head.) "Ya know what this is don't cha?! It's an MK 1144! The newest type of laser pistol. Single shot of this moves faster than light and then it's lights out for her. Now hand over th-" (As he continues talking, a knee is swiftly planted into his face. As Dantzler is heard mumbling, "Sheer Speed!") GANGSTER #2: "B-BOSS!! This bastard! He didn't even let the boss finish spea-" (The Gangster is cut off mid-sentence. Again, Dantzler heard this time yelling, "Sheer Speed," ov