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It was unusually heavy. As I examined the ammunition, a chill ran down my spine. The bullets were encased in silver, with a hard lead core, custom-made to inflict maximum damage on creatures like me. Silver, the one thing that could weaken us, render us vulnerable. It was like a poison, a toxic metal that could seep into our veins and strip us of our strength, and it could lead to death if it struck out vitals.

The bike had 4 headlights so vision was not going to be an issue in the dark. The dirt-bike forks held a rifle scabbard with a Winchester Model 1892 built around 1950. It was shooting 357 ammo, the same type of ammo as the revolver Julie carried for a personal weapon; it is sufficient to discourage bears, pumas, wolves and outlaw marijuana growers using public lands to grow their crop. In other words, my family's competition. The rifle has a longer range than the typical 9 mm pistol, or my Glock. While all three hazards were rare in these parts, if they do pop up it is better to be safe than sorry.

The zombies in the suburbs were nothing compared to the amount in the cities. She needed to be fully prepared. Hayley opened the system shop and started buying supplies. She got two AKs and three thousand rounds of ammo. Then, she noticed an RPG-7 sitting on the list. It was a shoulder-fired rocket launcher, priced at ten thousand points. Hayley bought it without hesitation. She had seen Liam and the others use shoulder-fired missiles, and their group's attack power was incredible. She needed one, too. She added ten rockets to go with it, just to guarantee enough firepower for tomorrow.

"Silver powder," "All of it?" she asks looking inside. "What would they need so much for?" I ask tossing the package inside. "Bullets," she answers without hesitation. She goes around to pick up one of the guns these idiots had. She brings it back and removes the magazine. "It cut me," she says showing me her right arm. "It was barely a graze but it hurt more than it should have," Micca lets out a low whine and licks the wound on her arm.

Scarlett I knew it was probably PJ that sent someone here, but I was not letting him or any of his people get to Caleb. Once I knew Caleb was down on the ground and safe, I crawled over to the window and looked out. I could see only one person, and they were reloading their gun. I knew this was the best for me to take my shot. I lined my gun up where I needed it, resting my hand on the trigger. I had to breathe for a moment because it had been a while since I had used a gun and shot someone.

Upon the entrance, two sculptures hold Lanesra, the gun that Akira's clan specializes in. Lanesra is shaped like a shotgun, and its bullet is a particular type of bullet in color blue and is designed to kill vampires in one shot. It stops the fast regeneration ability of vampires, and it also has poison in them. The lanesra itself is made of silver and gold, which is why its weight ranges from six to eight pounds depending on the style and features. [Silver lanesra - can be used by soldiers with a bronze and silver badge. They are in the lower and middle ranks in a ranking system that has just started. It weighs six pounds]

Marco opened one of the crates with a crowbar. Inside, dozens of long-barreled rifles were wrapped in black plastic, coated in oil to prevent rust. They gleamed under the dim flashlight. "M16 rifles," Marco said. "Fifty units. Two thousand rounds of ammunition." Alexandro nodded. "Take them to the warehouse. Don't let them get wet." He walked to the next pile of crates. Smaller crates, lighter ones. Marco opened one. Inside, gunpowder in waterproof packaging. Enough to make dozens of improvised bombs.

"What's that... Where did you draw it out from!?" "This is the sacred gun, 'Argentum.' Normally used in opposition to vampires however additionally works on humans. But as opposed to golden bullets, you likely decide upon consuming lead." Seeing Anna flow her finger to the trigger, Raven raised his palms and surrendered, his face long gone light. . . . …..

I don’t think I will ever get tired of feeling these sparks. “Pull off the road here.” she said leaning forward and letting go of my hand. I pulled off the road and there was a small area that fit my car perfectly. It was hidden nicely behind the brush. You wouldn’t see it from the road unless you were looking for it. We got out quietly. Opening the trunk, I got out a 9mm and put it in the hoster and put a few knives in a holster and in my boots. I tried to give Scarlet as 38 special. She shook her head no and turned around, showing me her own 9mm handgun, strapped in her pants. When the fuck did it get there? Shaking my head, I put the gun back and shut the trunk. She took the lead as we fo

Each clean shot represented a pack member fighting through pain and weakness to protect their own. The black market arsenal he'd acquired over the years—fifty Barrett M82/M107s, fifty CheyTac M200 Interventions, fifty Accuracy International AX50s, fifty McMillan TAC-50s, and fifty Sako TRG 42s—now proved their worth. Enough firepower to wage a small war, and they were using every bit of it.