Sniper: Ultimate: Kill

Beckett stood up, his joints popping like gunfire. He slung the rifle over his shoulder and looked toward the horizon. The ghost was gone, but in the jungle, the silence never lasted long.

His target was "The Devil," a legendary cartel sniper with a penchant for high-caliber precision and zero mercy. For weeks, the Devil had been picking off high-ranking officials with impossible shots, paralyzing the city of Bogotá with fear. Sniper: Ultimate Kill

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. Beckett stood up, his joints popping like gunfire