Armament Haki Novels & Stories

Christ . Although she’d braced herself for the sight, the amount of weaponry collected still unsettled her. AR-15s, AK-47s, shotguns, and a variety of rifles and handguns were neatly arranged on the walls as if they were mere tools on a pegboard in someone’s garage. Several magazines or boxes of corresponding ammo sat under each weapon, prepped and ready to use. No wonder Dad was huffing when he hauled all this in. Every bag he was carrying must’ve been ready to burst.

It was freezing! He began searching the camp. Soon, his eyes lit up. The armory. Now, this was an armory. Compared to yesterday's police station stash, this was in a completely different league. Handguns, rifles, light and heavy machine guns, grenades—even RPGs! Jackpot. Absolute jackpot. Who would dare challenge him in firepower now? Without hesitation, Ray started collecting the weapons. As for transferring bullets and rockets into his otherworldly storage space, that could wait. He'd find a warmer spot for that next step.

Salvatore Armaments. I ran to the helicopter that was already ready to take off, closing the large holsters that held the large weapons on my back. My body was bathed in weapons and grenades, then I saw several other soldiers retreat in cars and more motorcycles, all armed and with their faces covered by the sun still visible on the horizon, still revealing our faces and the reality about ourselves.

The atmosphere became charged with an air of secrecy, and the dull hum of assembling gadgets mixed with the occasional metallic click of weaponry being readied. Assault rifles, ranging from sleek AR-15s to rugged AK-47s, were carefully laid out alongside specialized equipment. The scarred man's group was a well-oiled machine, each member knowing their role and executing their tasks efficiently. The room had transformed from a luxurious hotel suite into a temporary command centre for a mission known only to them.

It was hard to believe that just the two of them had at least 49 Soul Armas inside their mind palace. Each of these soul armas appeared extremely daunting and rarest of its kind. When Holt and others members saw the huge pile of gleaming soul armas, a greedy drool dripped down their lips. "Good! See? It wasn't that difficult now, was it? If you had done that from the beginning…we wouldn't have to resort to threat and extortion…" Soon every weapon, Armor or shield which they owned was lying kissing the muck and grime on the ground. The crowd's eyes were glowing with blatant greed. Maira and Nakiya were now standing completely defenseless and with no gears or equipment on their bodies.

I sat there for a moment, staring at my reflection in the dark monitor. I stood up and grabbed my jacket. If I was going to take down Tulcero with the reinforcements, I needed better equipment than a standard Glock and raw strength. The Armory was forty minutes outside Ridgeway Oaks. It catered to a very specific clientele—supernaturals who needed weapons that could kill other supernaturals. I parked the Harley in the alley and knocked three times on the reinforced steel door. A panel slid open, revealing a pair of suspicious eyes. “Password,” a gravelly voice demanded.

Armed Response Suit [B] Hrothgar Tyr Submachine Gun [C] Hrothgar Tyr “Legatus” Resonance Round Shield [B] Federal Shipyards “Wasp Hive” Minirocket Pod SM [B] Federal Shipyards “Adjudicator” Electromace [B] — Kali swung her greataxe in a wide circle in front of her, and clipped both of the enemies she was facing. Though the two mecha in front of her were both well armed and armored, both could hardly keep up with her sheer ferocity in melee.

The armory! The place where the weapons were kept was intentionally located in the opposite direction from the power supply to avoid accidental explosions of any kind. But as Terrence Clayton has ordered, they needed to cut the power supply as soon as they get the chance to get close to avoid anyone getting into the system and hacking into the confidential files there were in the structure. But the next thing to shoot was the armory. It contained different weapons and explosives which would have been enough to burn the whole property down to ashes.

"Your last three tracks were abducted. We found illegal weapons." "They weren't mine." "They were hidden under the bolts of cloth bound for the military outpost Mikhail." "And you don't think I'd catch someone smuggling silver rounds in my line of business?" I growled. "You actually think I'm that dumb? Or do you want to think so?" He blinked, the faintest tic furrowing beside his jawline. "The arms were custom—military-grade. I've never heard your traders use that kind of tech." "Exactly!" I stepped closer, heat entering my voice. "That should have raised an alarm. I'm being framed. And you're swallowing it."

There was so many that it was hard to distinguish one from the others. “How are the preparations?” I asked him. “We spent two point three million in armament already. We got a tank though, and a second-hand black-hawk, so that’s not too bad for the price. Plus massive amount of amos, more guns, we got good deals on more AK47s and plenty of uzzis. The reward as gotten a lot of attention from mercs all over. We’re going to have to plan for their displacement here. We’ve gotten plenty of tips, and we have a team already checking everything up. Most is crap but we could get a golden nugget hidden somewhere in there.”