Sniper: Ultimate Kill -

Beckett adjusted the dial on his scope. The click was a tiny, mechanical heartbeat. Through the lens, the world became a narrow circle of heat haze and stone. He saw the glint—the sun bouncing off glass. The Devil was looking for him, too.

"Target neutralized," Miller said, finally lowering his binoculars. "One shot. Ultimate kill." Sniper: Ultimate Kill

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. Beckett adjusted the dial on his scope

Beckett didn't cheer. He didn't move. He stayed on the glass, watching the tower until the dust settled. He saw the glint—the sun bouncing off glass

Beside Beckett, Richard Miller—his father’s old protégé and a man who treated war like a chess match—watched through a spotter scope.