The Sniper and the Wolf: A Sniper Elite Novel
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Navy SEAL sniper Gil Shannon comes face-to-face with his most dangerous adversary yet in the breathtakingly cinematic new Sniper Elite military thriller from the coauthor of the #1 New York Times bestseller American Sniper—the critically acclaimed memoir of Chris Kyle that inspired the Academy Award-winning film.
Hot on the trail of a high-profile target, Navy SEAL sniper Gil Shannon turns from hunter to hunted when he finds himself in the crosshairs of Chechen terrorist “The Wolf.” Stranded in Paris, Shannon must team up with an unlikely ally—a deadly Russian special operative—to help even the odds. When they discover that “The Wolf” is just one of many sinister players in a global terrorist plot bent on thrusting the US economy into total chaos and upending the stability of the Western world, Shannon and his team race to track down the terrorists before they can execute their horrific plan. In a white-knuckle adventure across Europe and the Caucasus, Shannon goes head-to-head with legions of enemy fighters, but his ultimate showdown is against the one sniper who may be his equal shot. Who will survive?
him out if it ever succeeded in nailing down his exact location long enough to coordinate an attack. As the self-proclaimed emir of the unrecognized Caucasus Emirate, he was known to his Chechen supporters by his Arabized name: Dokka Abu Usman. To the Russian people, however, he was better known as “Russia’s Bin Laden,” owing to his many terrorist attacks against Russian civilians and Russian military targets. In 2014 he had even vowed to prevent the Sochi Olympic Games through acts of terror—an
going to have you rubbed out! Got it?” Bonfils retched, still holding his belly in pain. “Oui, mon général.” Tears rolled from his eyes. Couture stood up and jerked Bonfils to his feet, shoving him toward the door. Bonfils opened the door and was immediately taken into custody by four Secret Service agents. “He slipped on some caviar.” Couture then made eye contact with the assistant chef standing across the kitchen, saying, “Better get somebody in there with a mop. There’s caviar and puke on
Lerher was tall and slender, and highly experienced in the world of espionage. “Take it easy, Gil. This isn’t what it looks like.” “Answer the question!” Gil had worked with Lerher on two separate occasions during his time with SEAL Team VI. Once in Indonesia years earlier, and once more recently in Afghanistan when Lerher had sent Gil into Iran to eliminate an Al Qaeda bomb maker and his pregnant wife. Gil had refused to kill the wife, instead bringing her back alive to Afghanistan and making
television screens in Satellite Command Center 4, watching on helplessly as Gil and Dragunov walked unwittingly into the L-shaped ambush. The white heat signatures of thirty-five Chechen bushwhackers were visible to all. “My God,” the president muttered, his palms sweating. “Can’t they see them?” “Apparently not,” Couture said, clenching and unclenching his teeth. “If they’re not using thermal night vision, they may not see them until they’re right on top of them. It depends on how well hidden
moving east.” “Deeper into Umarov’s territory?” “Kovalenko and the others are blocking the west. The north and south are impassable. That leaves the east.” “Shitty and shittier,” Gil muttered. “Look, we should hold here. Let Kovalenko and the others pass us by, then get back on a westerly heading.” “The others may pass us by—but he won’t!” “You’re sure of that?” Dragunov picked up Gil’s helmet and gave it to him. “We’re not in Sicily now. This forest is his home. He grew up in these