Batman Speeding Bullet の小説・ストーリー

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Amy didn’t shout, didn’t give warning, her fingers were already pressing into the trigger before their eyes adjusted BANG. One down neck shot, blood splattering the metal wall like a sick painting. BANG. BANG. Two more — down before they realized the angel of death wore heels. The youngest girl screamed as bullets shredded through the air. Amy ducked low, her body shielding her like instinct. Another man lunged — too slow. She turned, fired, his brains hit the floor first. The last shot rang out as one of the men lifted his hand not in surrender, but hesitation. Amy didn’t gamble with hesitation, the velvet fell from the gun like a promise broken. She stood straight, gun smoking. Her face un

It was about five thirty in the afternoon when I found myself stuck in traffic in the borough of our city that was the busiest. The blaring horns that are coming from the vehicles are a source of annoyance. It appears that today is a day of misfortune for me. That was the moment when I once more caught a glimpse of that Bullet's face! It is a solemn oath that humans like him are a source of all my misfortunes. Because he possesses these particular effects, he has the ability to make the person he is targeting experience nothing but misfortune.

The echo of dripping water from a loose tap filled the silence, and Bella's reflection in the mirror looked almost ghostly beneath the harsh light. An uneasy weight settled in her chest. Her pulse quickened for no clear reason, a warning whispering from deep inside her. Something's wrong. Unbeknownst to her, one of Riven's top men — a shadow among shadows — crouched silently in the farthest stall. His presence was like the faint shift of air before a storm. They called him Bullet Man, not for his speed alone, but for how cleanly he struck — swift, precise, and without trace.

The space was small, and once they were inside, there was no room left for me. I moved from cover to cover alone as gunfire swept across the street. Then a stray bullet tore toward me. I shut my eyes, muttering, "This is where it ends." Something slammed into me and threw me sideways. When I opened my eyes, Stefan stood between me and the source of the shot. The bullet had struck his abdomen. Blood soaked through his shirt and ran over his hands. I caught him before he could fall, and I could not stop crying. He lifted a hand and wiped my tears.

The force almost numbs my fingers. He’s fast. Too fast. It rivals me. And he’s not shooting to scare—he’s shooting to pin me. I rise just enough to fire a suppressive shot. He dodges like he predicted the angle before I even pulled the trigger. He fires back and this time the bullet slams into my side, ripping heat across my ribs. I grit my teeth. I can’t fall here. “On your left!” Siete yells in comms. “I see him.” I push past the pain, shoot again, aiming for his shoulder.

POV: Maya Time fractured into slow motion. Nathan's finger squeezed the trigger. I saw it happening, saw the mechanism engage, saw the hammer fall. The muzzle flashed bright in the darkness. The bullet left the barrel. Silver. Deadly. Aimed directly between my eyes. I couldn't move. The warriors still held me down, pinning my body to the blood-soaked snow. I could only watch death come for me at nine hundred feet per second. Then something massive slammed into me from the side.The silver bullet meant for my skull tore through flesh and bone. But not mine.

I turned to find Bullet standing there, her eyes sharp and calculating, like a predator preparing to pounce. "What do you want?" I snapped. She ignored my question, rolling her eyes before walking past me. "Boss doesn't trust you. From now on, we’re partners on missions." With that, she entered a black car parked outside, and I followed her. The driver, covered in tattoos and with his hair braided, gave us a nod before taking off. We reached our destination, a dark building nestled in the shadows of the night. Bullet and I stayed low, blending into the darkness, moving swiftly like shadows. We had a mission to complete.

The boy screamed as he began falling through developing gap toward water flowing forty feet below. Without hesitation transcending tactical evaluation, the Shadow Knight moved with transformed capability beyond physical limitation. His midnight substance extended across intervening distance without requiring conventional traversal, cosmic awareness perceiving precise intervention necessary for civilian protection beyond operational objective. Constellation patterns shifted within extended essence as forgotten souls contributed collective determination regarding innocent preservation beyond military engagement.

Marvel asked, with a sudden look of interest. "Of course, Delight is a werewolf. But, she was shot by a silver bullet in her belly. She almost died, it's a miracle she is alive right now." Sassy explained and Marvel opened her mouth in an O shape. "Wow, I didn't know that. So, this silver bullet slows down the healing process, am I right?" She asked and Sassy nodded. "Exactly." She said. "But, coming back to you. You look pretty strong now, I'm sure you can resume work now. I really need all of you. You guys are already a part of my business." Marvel said, with a pleading gaze.