Armament Haki Novels & Stories

This was his real target today. After searching several empty warehouses, he finally found the armory. The moment he laid eyes on the shelves stacked with supplies, his breath caught. "Jackpot." Even with expectations, the sight made his heart race. Crates of unopened military ammunition were neatly stacked in the corner. [Acquired: Hatchet-Gun Ammo x30 crates (3,000 rounds)] [Acquired: Anti-Tank Mines x10 crates (500 units)] [Acquired: Hand Grenades x10 crates (1,000 units)]

[3 Effective Hits, Skill Acquired: Firearm Weapon (Light Firearm) (Basic)] [Name: Firearm Weapon (Light Firearm)(Basic)] [Related Attributes: Strength, Constitution, Spirit] [Skill Type: Offensive] [Effect: You have mastered the skill of handling handguns, submachine guns, rifles, assault rifles, and sniper rifles, 10% Increase in Damage] [Consumes: Stamina] [Prerequisite: F in Strength, F in Constitution, F in Spirit] [Remarks: You might have acquired the firearm skill but you’re no sharpshooter yet!] Mike suddenly had the impression that he was an expert gunman, just like he had with the dagger skill before. He had not only learned new things about guns, but he also knew how to make the mo

They saw hacking devices, highly optimized rifles, pistols, combat armor, and many more goodies. “Oh my God man, I think this is heaven,” Kalen blurted out excitedly, as he bumped his dumbstruck friend on the head.

The mission went smoothly, probably beyond anyone's anticipation that a few defectors from the Abyss would dare to return and intercept Whitmore's shipment, leaving them unguarded. However, a stray attacker almost ambushed Carly, only to be taken down by a headshot from Aurora. After successfully unloading the goods, which turned out to be arms, Jasper temporarily stored them in a warehouse. Aurora needed to quickly find a buyer. Under time pressure, she once again hacked into Heath's computer, with Carly commenting with a laugh, "Is it really okay for you to play around with Heath like this?" Aurora glared at her, "I wouldn't have involved him if I had a choice, but the only people I know w

The weapons arsenal was equally impressive, with shelves stocked with an assortment of firearms, each meticulously maintained. Zachary led her through the facility, pointing out various features and explaining their functions. He showed her the training area, where he honed his skills with different types of guns and combat techniques. He demonstrated the capabilities of the hacking tools, highlighting their ability to bypass even the most secure systems. As they explored the facility, Taliya couldn’t help but be impressed by Zachary’s ingenuity and resourcefulness. Despite his status as a criminal, she couldn’t deny the value of having someone like him on her side.

is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished. When he finished bathing and getting dressed, he went to his secret armory. It was a bedroom inside his bedroom, it was inside the wardrobe hidden here a safe the size of a bedroom. In this room of his are all kinds of guns, blades, and other improvisations that he uses for his missions. In the middle of the armor, there is a large table, there are compartments and in each compartment has explosives like frag grenades, flash bang, and smoke grenades. There are also some different types of blades that he use. On the right side of the armory, there are the rifles M16, M4, AK47, AK74, Berreta A

Like vengeance made wearable. Then I went to the side locker. The secret one. The one that not even all my men knew about. Inside were the favors. The black book debts. The weapons that weren’t from here. Gifts. Bribes. Promises made in languages I didn’t speak but understood all the same. Silencers. Laser sights. Tracking beacons. Armor-piercing rounds. Tactical comms. Thermal goggles. I took what we needed. Loaded what I could. Gave the rest to Crow and told him to distribute. Quietly.

Zeki suggested, but his fellow older braves shook their heads. “I don’t think so, Zeki.” Raja pointed at their slots. “These warheads lacked a portable magical target system. It’s a bronze cartridge about the size of a book.” “I have seen those back in Hammerhorn,” I said. “But why separate them, Commander?” “For good measures, in case anyone might stumble upon this place and try to use them.” “Can’t we just wreck it?” Li asked. That was a good question. As long as this place existed, Heaven One was still going. I could wreck it with three punches.

After locking Aurora in the room, I headed straight to the armory. The heavy steel door groaned as I pushed it open, revealing racks of weapons that had served my pack for generations. Modern firearms lined one wall—assault rifles, pistols, sniper rifles with silver-tipped ammunition. Explosive devices filled reinforced cabinets: grenades, flashbangs, breaching charges. Ancient swords and axes hung beside tactical gear, bridging centuries of warfare evolution. Gareth was already there, checking ammunition supplies with methodical precision.

I swipe the hair from my eyes and get to work on the bags. Once I've checked them, I head to find Alden. He's in the armory with Cabel and Nokita discussing the firepower they're taking and what's staying behind. Guns are something else we've been working on or more accurately, providing enough ammo. We've now stockpiled thousands of rounds so we have guns with actual bullets. Swords are still better for hellhounds, but we need the guns for our human enemies.