Are Bullets Traceable Novels & Stories

My men aren't in much better spirits, and all of our wolves are ready to go to war. As soon as Benny got here, he was in full tracker mode and tried to gather any additional information but came up short. There are a lot of really impactful technological advancements in this current world, but it also makes things like tracking people harder. So many vehicles are so secure that scents don't filter out of them. So once they shut the doors, the trail goes cold. Since this godforsaken college doesn't have security cameras on the parking lots, we have no idea what vehicle she's in or where they're headed.

I asked shyly "No." he answered "Our bullets are advanced technology made in our secret lab. They electrify the body when made in contact but those don't kill. There are ones made to paralyze and there are ones used in war to temporarily shut down the body and one that instantly erases memory. The mafias now are not into bloodshed but there are a few who do use real bullets." I was relieved that they weren't into bloodshed.

They were indeed a string of ten bullets, connected end to end and perfectly aligned. Despite the intense impact, the frontmost bullet was severely deformed, yet the bullets behind it were still firmly embedded in its tail. It was as if each bullet hit the previous one, forming a highly precise chain! "What is this?" Seeing the item in Chimera's palm, Bluebird's brows furrowed even more. She did not understand why Chimera had brought it over in such a hurry. However, the next moment, looking at the single bullet hole on the target paper in her hand, Bluebird seemed to realize something, and her eyes widened as she asked with a trace of terror, "Where did you find this string of bullets?"

asked Prestige. “Nothing! Everything was dark and black,” replied Severino. “Can we find anything with the bullets you recovered from the crime scene?” asked Vicktor. “The bullets showed that they used Beretta M9 series. We find that guns are readily available and so many countries and their law enforcement use that. Tracking them will be a hassle. Even SMS uses a lot of Berettas. Striations from the bullets tell us nothing. They have never been used in any crime. It seems they use new gun every time. And anyone can buy them in malls, nowadays,” Prestige rolled her eyes.

he added. “Like what?” I asked, cocking my eyebrow and awaiting his response. “In cases like this, sometimes, the culprit may have left something behind to trace us to him, like a badge, or his bullets, or even something as irrelevant as a button,” he explained. “Bullets?” I asked, genuinely confused. “Yes, Mr. Keith,” Julian said firmly. “From my experience, most people who hire bodyguards often equip them with one particular type of bullet,” he started.

I instructed him, and he nodded in response. I still needed to find out who saved my life by risking his life. “But I must praise the other shooter, Mr. Holster,” he remarked, and I nodded in agreement. "Not only did he calculate the time precisely but also succeeded in diverting the direction of the first bullet.” “Did we find that bullet?” I asked him instantly. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and jerked his head in agreement. “Yes, Mr. Holster. We…. we found five bullets according to the trajectory of the first distracted bullet. Our team is still searching the whole area.”

' I ask him. 'What? Why are you taking fire?' 'Seriously? I don't f***ing know! That's why I'm asking you!' 'I can take a check, but I doubt I'll be able to find it in time. Are you able to track the shooter?' 'I think there's more than one. Bullets are flying from both the north and south.' 'Are you sure it's coming from the north and south?' 'Yes. Why?' 'I'm looking at a map of the area now, and there's no way it could be coming from those directions.'