Novel & Cerita Armament Haki

They made their way into the large warehouse, the guards greeting their Dons with the utmost respect. The trio walked into the warehouse said place buzzing with faint music while their employees fulfilled their tasks not daring to glance at them the wrong way. Some rearranged guns, ammo, bombs, and all kinds of weapons in their niches to be shipped to the person that had bought them. The armory looked immaculate and filled to the brim with daggers of all sizes, throwing knives, handguns, Glocks and Nikolai's favorite sniper and assault rifles organized to his liking. You name it, the trio had it.

She was thankful that even though his arm was like metals bars, he made sure he wasn't hurting her. One hunter had got passed from Osiris and made Hakyi engaged while holding her. She didn't know if she'll be thankful that both Hakyi and Jilal's hunters made sure not to hit her with their gigantic weapons. Jilal's hunter even wanted to rip Hakyi's hold on her to get her.

“You are responsible for them. They all have your runemark on them so you can know them and identify them when they die. Ragnar politely took his weapon. It was a projectile weapon called the atomic gun. Similar to the theme weapon that Ranek sent the Sea Dragon to, but smaller. One of the most powerful weapons Sergeant Hakon had was a chainsword. The belt around the gun contains a dispenser for a small but powerful weapon called a fine grenade. "Careful." said the armorer. “To fools, it is as dangerous as the enemy. Now follow the servant and report to the training ground.

Hana was dressed like a true hunter, and it was hot. Black combat boots that I assumed had hidden blades in the toe and heel, black tactical pants that had hidden pockets to store potions, a gun holster on her left thigh, and a holster of blades on the right. Her left kevlar vambrace held a dozen thin silver bolts that she could launch with a flick of her wrist, while the right probably concealed a blade or a spray. A simple form-fitting black t-shirt pulled over the high collar kevlar vest obscured her form but protected her, and that’s what mattered.

I smiled greedily, already feeling the excitement as I set aside my bladder urges and parked the stolen car before quickly getting out of the car. Hiding behind the mound of old cars and keeping quiet were easily done, but knowing what was inside the truck was giving a new meaning to the word armory. I was salivating when I saw stacks of crates most likely filled with ammo, handguns, and riffles when rows of handheld missile launchers came into sight.

Xavier sighs frustratedly. "How did you find out about the contract killer?" I ask him. "The bullet which was used was fired from a military-grade weapon, which is easily not available on the market. Professional killers only smuggle such weapons because of their accuracy." He pushes his glasses up his nose and shuts his laptop, "I have run the information of the bullet and found Hydra uses such weapons. And we all know how Hydra works, all they need is their money, and they do the job in secrecy, no questions asked."

I had a backpack on my shoulder. This was Romano's basement; an ammunition house where he stored all kinds of dangerous instruments, ranging from large firearms to smaller ones, knives, chains, clubs, explosives and whatnot. It was a kind of mini armory and he had not only granted me access, but also given me the go ahead to make use of any weapon of my choice in whatever way I deemed fit. I finally reached the end of the stairs and I moved to where the first set of arms lay. Pistols of different kinds. Glocks, shotguns, revolvers and rifles, etcetera, etcetera.

Dawn has arrived as they prepare for some weapons to take, they dressed up like a warrior. Niffa in her braided tail hair matched her white sweatshirt and black pants as she put on her long dark boots then she grabbed her bow and arrow. “Still stick to that bow and arrow huh,” Rico said as he put on his long dark boots, he had the same outfit as Niffa but he put on his dark cape looking mysterious like before. He pulls the huge toolbox under the desk.

They were putting on special armour given to them by Dracula. Dracula was inside his chambers with his generals as they finalized their battle plans. He was fully suited with an enchanted armour against the werewolves and the witch's spells and so also were his generals. "What is the report of the werewolves spying on us?", Dracula asked, looking at Ambrosia. "Lord Dracula, they are monitoring our every activity sire", Ambrosia said. "Good", Dracula said slowly. "Have the vampires outside put on a good show for them", he ordered.