Are Bullets Traceable Novels & Stories

“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.”

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.

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.

I whispered to him. "I'm thinking." He then faced his Dad, "I don't think that would work. Remember the first time you search for the culprit through the bullet? It led you to a dead person." "Yeah, I know this too will not be any different, but just to be sure, I want to know if this bullet would lead us to the same dead person, if it does, then we will be sure that we are dealing with the same person." Mr Walters spoke. Kayden shook his head and chuckled, "Dad, when did you turn to this? It seems you are not in the right state of mind."

The space was small, and once they were inside, there was no room left for me. I moved from cover to cover alone as gunfire swept across the street. Then a stray bullet tore toward me. I shut my eyes, muttering, "This is where it ends." Something slammed into me and threw me sideways. When I opened my eyes, Stefan stood between me and the source of the shot. The bullet had struck his abdomen. Blood soaked through his shirt and ran over his hands. I caught him before he could fall, and I could not stop crying. He lifted a hand and wiped my tears.

He paused, then muttered, "The bullets… they disappear when they leave the ground." "What do you mean, disappear?" the three demanded, nearly losing their minds. "I… I can't sense them. They just… vanish," he explained. Normally, he marked the bullets to control them with his mind, bending them at will. But the bullets lost all connection as soon as they left the pit—they were gone, completely untraceable. No wonder he froze. Every shot vanished the same way. Even the diamond-headed man, a true lunatic, shuddered. "What the hell kind of ability user is this? How many powers has he used so far?"

I barely had to do anything, he outed himself. I picked up the gun and toyed with it, "You see, all my guns come with their serial number and each serial number is linked to their production date. This baby is part of the guns that were made the same day as yours, with the same material. It's brand new and has been used before. What are the odds that if I pull the trigger right now, it's not going to go off." Moretti gulped and backed away from me, his eyes flickered to the door and I guessed he was trying to calculate if he would be able to make it out of the door before I shot him.

“You even have a feckin’ name?” I quickly glance at Kaz and notice he does not look happy. He’s always been the one to figure things out, but this bullet had him stumped for a long time. Kaz is the best at finding needles in haystacks, so to know there’s someone even better than him out there must be a blow to his ego. “How did you trace it?” he asks. “It’s military issued and since I have a few people in different parts of the military, I called in a favor,” he says with a shrug and no trace of smugness at all.

"Hurry up and lead him to the other side, so that we can transfer our hostages safely. If we can bring these Huaxia doctors away, the boss may spare our lives." "Okay, Boss, I'll do it right now." The gunman turned around and left, but he came back after a short while. "Boss, we tried many times, but he just didn't follow us, as if he knew where the Huaxia doctors were." Zamorano shouted. "Did you leave any trails when you caught him? Or did he put some tracking instrument on the old man?" The gunman in black said, "That's impossible. Every time we catch someone, we'll scan him and remove all the tracking devices and other electronic equipment, but we don't find anything on the old man."