"Put the gun down or the lady gets it!"
"Fine," the Frenchman sighed, dropping his revolver.
The dark haired man sat atop the 7/11, unmoving.
He slowly got to his feet, wrapping a rope around his ankle, a trick taught to him by one of his close friends.
He held his gun to his chest and dropped to the side of the building. Right to an open window.
"This is too easy," he chuckled.
Aiming at his target, he breathed deeply and took the shot.
He missed.
The bullet whizzed past the target and shattered the glass behind it, knocking dozens of cans onto the man's head.
The man slumped over, barely conscious.
"Damn cowboy," the man groaned in pain, before the man passed out.
"He called you a cowboy, what did he mean, who are you," the old woman pressed.
"Just a humble assassin ma'am"
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Not a Cowboy~ Sniper x reader
Romansa"He called you a cowboy, what did he mean? What are you," "Just a humble assassin ma'am."
