Akame Ga Kill Imperial Arms Novels & Stories

You're about to die with your family or die for us," Kaz said to Akeem as he stood up. "Just give me a weapon, "Akeem replied. Uncle Kasali opened one of the doors in the house and it turned out to be an armory filled with so many varieties of guns and ammunition. "Make your choices, kids," he shouted with a face filled with excitement.

Everything had been leading to this climb—the day he would look Kane in the eye and end the empire that had drowned, burned, and broken this city. As they reached the 47th floor, automatic gunfire ripped through the hallway. Sparks burst from the steel beams overhead. Arman and two others ducked behind overturned desks. Jun returned fire. The Iron Hounds—Kane’s last, most loyal enforcers—had dug in here. They were dressed in scorched black armor, their faces hidden behind gas masks, their movements ruthless and deliberate. These weren’t frightened deserters. These were men who had decided to die with their king.

"Get out. Now. We have evidence she is planning violence. Real violence. She has purchased weapons, made threats, wired money to people with criminal records." "That is not true," Elena said, clearly hearing Morrison through the phone. "I have not—" The door burst open. Armed men rushed in. Not FBI. Not police. Mercenaries. And leading them was someone I never expected. Camilla LaRue. She smiled at both of us, holding a gun. "Hello, ladies. Did you really think you were the only ones planning revenge?"