Ava Gun Of Fire Novels & Stories

However, the moment Nathaniel walked over to Javier, someone from Gusman’s team suddenly raised his gun and fired at Nathaniel, causing him to fall and lie down on the ground lifelessly. A moment later, the shooter suddenly turned his gun to Javier. “Bang!” The shooter whose gun had been trained on Javier had his chest blasted open. He had obviously died even more efficiently than Nathaniel, so much so that not even God would have been able to save him should he have descended on Earth. The fact that a single shot had packed so much power was proof enough that the shooter had been shot by an anti-material gun. Gabby seemed very embarrassed as she stood in the distance. “I’m sorry, Boss…I sho

Garin nodded as she spoke, trying to rub feeling back into his feet. "How are we going to get out of this?" he asked a bullet ricocheted off the tree next to him. Willow roared again, the sound shook Garin's ribcage. Audrey pushed something cold and metallic into his hand. He looked down. It was his old handgun, a 357 Desert Eagle. "Do you still know how to shoot this?" she asked, pulling her own gun from her hip. He snorted derisively. "I'll manage," he replied popping out the magazine. Full. He pushed it back in with a satisfying click.

Amy tried not to let the maniacal Joker-like laughter distract her. The woman soldier ignored the pain radiating through her punctured wrist. She had another trick up her sleeve, hoping her crazed laughter would distract Amy. The soldier almost captured Amy when she pulled out her Ruger SR9 semi-automatic pistol, aiming it at Amy. But the Death Row Infantry-woman forgot to reload her magazine, which meant her gun was empty. The soldier pulled the trigger, only to hear her gun respond with a click.

The level of gunfire appeared to increase, and Miller quickly kicked open a crate and helped himself to an MP40, loaded it and pointed it towards the chamber. They came as one, a wall of uniforms, soldiers from another era, MP40s blazing, a myriad of fiery lights, spitting bullets towards the enemy. In response, the marines sent a seemingly relentless volley of fire back down the tunnel, the tracer rounds streaking like a thousand horizontal fireworks. The noise was deafening. Miller joined the firefight. He aimed and fired, the target so big it was impossible to miss, yet his bullets were ineffectual, they struck the oncoming figures, chewing through clothing, and beyond, but each impact br

He opens fire on the rear of the van, laughing. The attackers scramble. They realize they aren't hunting a rabbit. They walked into a den of wolves. I raise my weapon. I don't aim for the legs. I don't aim to wound. I aim for the center mass of the man running toward the empty stroller. "Burn them," Aureliano whispers in my ear. I pull the trigger.

Half an hour? By now, the fire was raging hotter than ever, and from under the hood came a second muffled explosion. I knew perfectly well this car wouldn’t last ten more minutes. Inside the smoke-filled car, I heard my own hoarse voice saying, “Thomas… you really want me dead?” A light, mocking laugh came through the comms. “One life to secure Mandy’s future. Doesn’t sound like a bad trade, does it? “Come on, pretty racer, the cameras are all on you.”

I told her, and the moment the light flared in the stairwell I kicked the door open and sprinted down the narrow metal steps, my shotgun held ready as I heard the frantic shouting of the guards coming from the bottom of the landing. They started firing upward and the air was filled with flying wood chips and screaming ricochets, and I felt a sharp, burning sting in my left shoulder as a bullet grazed the muscle, but I ignored the pain and kept moving until I had a clear shot at the two figures standing near the primary fuel valves. I fired both barrels in a quick, roaring blast that silenced their return fire and sent them crashing into the machinery, but I didn't stop to check them because

[Fire Control Radar Locked: Target — Van (Light Vehicle)] [Distance: 1,450 meters] [Hit Probability: 100%] "So it was you. No wonder the Wolf Pack found me so fast." Jake stared at the fleeing van on his screen, his eyes cold as ice. "Perfect. Let's see what this new cannon can do." His finger rested lightly on the red firing button. "Single shot. Aim for the fuel tank." No hesitation. No mercy. He pressed. BOOM! Following the dull, heavy thud, the RV barely shuddered.

The grand living room went completely quiet again. My grandfather sat across from me in his massive leather armchair, his old, piercing eyes flashing with a dangerous, lethal anger. He hadn't said a word during the call, but his hands were tightly gripping the gold handle of his cane. Around the perimeter of the room, three of my family’s top, elite bodyguards stood frozen. At the sound of Ethan’s insults, they had silently tightened their fists and adjusted their jackets, instantly ready to draw their weapons and erase the name Ethan Miller from this city forever if given the command.

Gary withdraws a little, to enter again, even deeper. - Goddess, you are so tight. You taste divine. Lucifron's eyes fixated on the look of pure desperation that was so visible on Gary's face. The wish, the fire in Lucifron's heart burns brighter than ever. So hot it makes him dizzy.