Sniper: Ultimate Kill 🆕 Limited

Beckett didn't cheer. He didn't move. He stayed on the glass, watching the tower until the dust settled.

In the tower, the shadow shifted. A muzzle rose. Beckett had a split second—the space between heartbeats. He didn't think about the politics or the cartel money. He thought about the lead. He exhaled, feeling the "natural respiratory pause" his father had taught him a lifetime ago. Crack. Sniper: Ultimate Kill

The recoil punched his shoulder. Before the sound could even echo off the surrounding hills, the glass glint in the bell tower vanished. Beckett didn't cheer