Are Bullets Traceable Novels & Stories

“And the traceability of the weapons? Serial numbers? Manufacturing marks?” I smiled, a cold smile. “There are no serial numbers. There are no manufacturing marks. There is no identification. Each piece is unique, manufactured on demand in facilities that don’t exist on any map. The ballistic signature of each weapon… is impossible to replicate. The rifling pattern in the Nachtkönigin’s barrel, the chemical composition of the Geist’s biodegradable bullets, the Schattenfell’s camouflage algorithm… everything is exclusive. Created by me. Recorded only in my mind. No one else in the world can reproduce it. Not even the most advanced forensic laboratories could trace a shot back to these weapons

"They made a mistake tonight." "What mistake?" "They were so focused on sending a message that they forgot to hide their tracks." I pointed to a footprint in the blood, a shoe print that was too clear to be accidental. "This is military issue, same as the shell casings from the warehouse. Our shooter is connected to this." "Or Vance wants us to think that." "Maybe." I stood up and slipped my phone into my pocket. "But it's a lead, and right now, I'll take anything I can get."

"It means this bullet will travel faster, that might actually be a good thing" Her smile returned "You approve?" "Yeah, sure, although when it comes to the massive explosion behind the bullet to propel it you need a heavy tip, but it will be tested, and I'll give you feedback" he said handing the bullet back to her. Lia was all cheers taking the bullet and headed back. "So you say the forty four is harder to trace, why do you even carry a weapon like the fifty caliber rifle then? I doubt any second man in America has one of those?" Nightingale asked.

I could also remember losing control of my car. "We don't really know who did it but Officer Mike said the shooter was obviously a hitman sent to end your life" she said and sniffed. "Who do you think did this to you, Stella?" Officer Mike chimed in. "We need to know who to investigate because we don't have any lead. It seems the person is good at covering traces, even the bullet used in the act was homemade hence we couldn't find the serial number and without that we can't get to the hitman"

The way the man maneuvered, the efficiency in which he took down the guard, the unshakeable dominance in his stance—it was him. The bitter taste of realization settled in Johny’s mouth. He lifted his gaze back to Mason. “How reliable is this footage?” Mason’s expression was grim. “Authentic, Sir. Pulled from one of the warehouse’s original security system before they wiped the rest.” Johny exhaled through his nose. “And the bullet?” Mason hesitated for half a second before answering. “It’s not from any known gang. But we found traces of a similar bullet design in classified military black-market dealings.”

"Yeah, we're getting an update soon. Anyway, how's Carl?" she asked. In a deep voice, he said, "We looked into the bullets that were fired. I believe they've already found the manufacturer of the weapon and the bullets, but they still have yet to find out who distributed it." "That's good to hear." Nicole issued a sigh of relief. But it was then that Zane sighed as well. "But we're a little too late. You've already exposed your identity, so you've got to really take care of your family."

“We know it came from the main capital, the devil side, without a doubt they are involved but tracing the number has proven hard. Probably made on a disposable phone for the very purpose of not being tracked.” “Well… it used to be untraceable, right?” “Yeah.” Shadow nodded at Sean who was asking. “I assumed so.” “Yeah, assumed,” Sean repeated like a parrot, with his knowing smile. “But now, you have something better than a request for weapons. Does it help you, somehow?” “Before that, you’ve mentioned there being an automatic gun present at the office, do you have any idea what make it could have been? Such knowledge could greatly aid our speculation.”

And the way the depth of the holes were, would have left the bullets in the back of the car, like the ones Frankie got from Val’s car, but there were none in her car. “Where’re the bullets?” Vinny glanced at Celeste over his shoulder, and she blinked again. To Vinny, it seemed like she blinked every time she needed to gather her thoughts. “I tossed the ones I found.” Vinny just lifted a brow at her answer. Anyone in this life knew you did nothing like that, you kept them so they could be traced if needs be. “You tossed them?” Johnny asked and then looked at Vinny who shook his head. “Okay, I need to see your gun.”

Hope was still there, and he wouldn't give up until he found Olivia safe and sound. Jonathan bent down, his fingers feeling the dust and broken glass on the floor, until he found a bullet. With a pounding heart, he picked it up and walked over to Zayden. With a firm gesture, he showed the bullet to Zayden. "Look, this must be Nevan Eleazar's or Jackson's work," Jonathan said in a serious tone. The bullet had recognizable markings and was a product that Jackson's acquaintances frequently produced.

I would send her back to hell if not for my dearest brother that she captured in her wicked twisted heart. I straightened my jacket before reaching for my gun and hiding it under a specifically designed zip. Opening the door, my dad and mom stood there hovering. They looked me up and down and nodded in approval. Of course, they would. After all, I have a great sense of fashion for an army daughter. Come on why can't I? Entering my black Porsche 911 GT3, I skimmed through my phone and played Beggin song. I then connected it to the car and my dad started driving.