Arthur Morgan Summer Gunslinger の小説・ストーリー

“I was just about to find out who Taylor Swift’s date for the Met Gala was!” “Really, Charlotte?” Arthur barked, his voice dripping with disbelief. “You want to talk about what’s fair? Fine. Let’s ficken do that!” Arthur Morgan rarely raised his voice with his daughter, but now his tone was sharp enough to cut glass. His wild gesticulations made it clear that Charlotte was about to get a verbal lashing she wouldn’t soon forget.

he said to him. He sighed terrifically and he swallowed his saliva already feeling the fang of death. Immediately, seven men pointed their guns at him. They were ready to end his life, once and for all. “I will do your bidding,” he screamed out when the seven guns pointed at him were corked almost at once. Morgan sighed. He raised his hand. The seven men dropped their guns immediately. “What did you say earlier?” He asked him. “I… I will do your bidding,” he reluctantly said to him.

he said and I shrugged, “You are a nice man, underneath I can sense it, I said and Arthur glared at me. “You do not know me Morgan Grant” he said. “Stone” I said, “It’s Morgan stone” Arthur smile was sinister, he went to a bar and poured a drink; he sipped it slowly, glaring at me from across, I stood and walked up to the bar and poured a drink and added strawberries inside, and sipped, I moaned as the mixed flavor hit my tongue strongly, Arthur stared at me, and I smiled slowly.

That fury gave him enormous strength. The battle erupted. Morgan carried a pistol, but it was purely for show. He moved in a zigzag pattern, exploiting every corner of the room. He did not use the firearm. His grip broke necks, his elbows fractured ribs, and his knees shattered jaws. In less than two minutes, all five guards were down; not a single one managed to shoot him. Morgan returned to Alice, checking her wounds. “Where are Alvin and our baby, Alice? Are they here?”

His one arm tightly enveloping my body. Arthur smash his hand hard into the side of the cupboard retrieving a gun from inside the splintered wood. Arthur's reaction to the man rounding the counter is psyche, inevitable. He fire straight at the man with sharp precise three-round bursts that send the man falling to the ground. The other guy reach for Arthur's gun, but Arthur roll his hands down and away, making a quick swirl then his feet meeting the man's face. His head turn to the side from the kick and with a small snap of Arthur's hands around his neck he fall to the ground. Motionless.

“Auri is a fighter, as am I, and even you. Yes, fights will end in death sometimes. It’s the nature of it when you are trying to protect something. Either your own life or something else. But Morgan…” “Morgan is a killer?” I looked back at the two of them, still fighting. Auri had actually pushed back Morgan a little ways, attacking with a ferocity I hadn’t seen. I realized after a minute, it wasn’t just ferocity, it was desperation. “Morgan is a killer. Takes no prisoners, doesn’t care about steps. Doesn’t care about the other person. He will do whatever it takes and if he can avoid a fight just by outright killing them, he will. He never trained Auri because he never wanted that mentality

Then, dead silence. The remaining guards drew their weapons, aiming at the top of the stairs. A silhouette appeared in the doorway, backlit by the blinding sun. The broad shoulders. The commanding stance. Morgan. He peered into the gloom, his eyes locking onto mine. Then, he moved. He descended like a blur. The guards raised their guns, but Morgan struck the first man before a shot could be fired, dropping him instantly. Spinning, he snapped the second man's wrist, dislodged the weapon, and shattered his jaw with a brutal hook.

The worn-out mahogany table was already enormous in size, but it seemed more like a children's item than the figure of the man sitting behind it. Sir Grant was a man of great build, at least five inches taller than Kai, who was six feet tall. Although Sir Morgan had long passed his forties, not a single speck of gray appeared in his short black hair. And his overflowing vitality hasn't waned since his days as a Bow Street detective. As well as being the most accomplished Bow Street detective of his day, Morgan was easily the most famous, as he was once the subject of a series of best-selling novels. Before Morgan's time, the Government and the populace assessed the entire Bow Street force wi

Morgana's nails were made of silver and back at A****n she made sure Evelyn had those evil nails two. Morgana kicked away the last man and an unexpected guest appeared from the stairs with a shotgun. Morgana who quick to take cover behind the wall but as the bullet hits the wall, Morgan felt the impact. She pulled the desert eagle in her holster and fired twice at the man's chest. She exhaled heavily and someone grabbed her from being. She both crashed to the ground and he pinned her down. That was when she saw his face, she was his target. She tried to reach for her gun but her hand didn't get to it.