Are Bullets Traceable Novels & Stories

I resorted from looking and sat down on the grassy ground, crossed my legs and put the binoculars beside me. "There are two possible reasons for faking a bullet--- framing someone or a cover-up. Example, if the Company is the one behind this, why waste time making fake bullets for killing?---as a cover-up. And someone copied the bullets from them---frame-up. If someone can go copying their bullet only means that the culprit is maybe working here or he has a colleague inside." I stated my findings.

I asked as we both went to the kitchen "So far none. Josh and I went there and saw no one, though we saw some traces that proves Keziah's statements. Like the abandoned building that had some used weapons and stocks of bombs. We just didn't see anything that connects to the leader." He explained and pour some water into the glass. I, on the other hand, was looking at the fridge for some ideas for dinner. "So what would you conclude about that?" I asked and took some meat out, decided to cook some beef steak.

“Sure. A Browning. Automatic.” It was the guy, Conner was certain. The bullets taken from every victim were from a Browning automatic. And Malomond could identify him. Conner strained to control his excitement, remembering the careful planning the killer had employed in buying his car months before the killing spree started. He would have done the same here. “You get any paper?” Malomond shook his head. “Don’t keep no paperwork, Case. That’s why I got so many customers willin’ to pay top dollar.”

It wasn't parked where Babylon's cameras could pick it up. - What if they search the cameras in the nearby streets? - Of course we will. But it will take some time. There were two people inside the car. - Plates? - No visibility... Certainly altered. - None of the cars managed to follow them? - No... When they arrived it was already gone. But there are bullet marks on the Mercedes. - My God... A bullet could have hit us. - Not likely. The car is armored. But I've never experienced that, so I didn't know exactly what the risk was.

He raised his gorgeous mint green eyes to Elva and continued on a more softer tone. "Okay, let's try something different?" Elva relaxed also and folded her arms. "It's been proven that the bullets the gangsters used to scare Natalia are from the kelion's signature gun, right?'' He asked and she nodded in agreement. "If these guys are smugglers and you haven't yet figured out their major means of transportation in order to pinpoint their location even after searching all the shipping companies in California, then maybe...just maybe, their head base isn't in the country?"

I don't fucking like it one bit. Clearing my throat, I break the tense silence before she can leave. "I don't know," I say, the words heavy on my tongue. She pauses, her back still turned to me, but I know she's listening. "The only leads I have so far come from the bullets that were shot at me that night. They're unique, but even that's barely anything." I place one of the bullets on the counter between us, a small peace offering. She turns then, her eyes flicking to the bullet before meeting mine. "Do you know the person who might likely sell such bullets?" she asks, her voice cool and measured.

his firm tone faltered as he spoke. "We made a collection of the CCTVs, Boss. Remember the bullet that was fired through the windscreen? It was aimed at her directly. Judging from the direction it had pierced through the car but we've made a collection of most of the bullets so we can track the firm and cartels. " he explained further before sighing.

Linda Screamed “Nobody can tell me what we can do?” “We can still trace where the bullet we got from the Paul’s murder site” “Oh, I forget about that, we can do that, do you know any shops that sells a bullet like that? Linda asked “We have checked the shops that sells that type of bullets and narrowed it down to five in various locations in Abuja” “Let’s start from the closest location”

Katia nodded, "Of course." "We need to look at the names and cross-reference the names and see what comes up. I have a feeling that perhaps Adam may be the one buying them under a different name. If we can link him to them, we can trace the shipping location, look at the video surveillance, and see where he might be heading," I said. "Is that even a possibility?" Jonathan asked. "Yes. All of the bullets are marked with a secret transmitter. It reads back the exact location to where they ended up." Kaitia replied, glancing up from her phone.

And next to them, two small, deadly-looking pistols. “The trackers are subcutaneous,” Michael said, his tone all business. “I can inject them. They’re untraceable by any standard scanner. We’ll be able to follow your every move. The firearms are a last resort. If you have to use them, you’re already in more trouble than you can handle.” Arthur didn’t hesitate. He rolled up his sleeve. “Do it.”