Best Gun Bl3 Novels & Stories

I went ahead and picked up the guns I wanted to use: a Glock G19 Gen5 Compact 9mm Pistol and a Beretta 92X Performance 9mm Handgun—both offering me a concealed carry and easy handling during quick-action scenarios. Like he instructed, I scanned it on the laser scanner near the doorway. Automatically, my face and ID were displayed on the screen and listed the two guns under the miscellaneous tab. "Here are the boxes for these guns," Sir Oxland placed the said objects on the scanner table. "When you run out of bullets, you can come back here and ask for more, but let's hope you won't fire them." "I hope so too, because that means Mr. Windstorm is in danger," I answered while fitting the bullet

Ariana shrugged, leading me to the guns as she said, "Adrian had it set up a couple weeks ago. It’s safer than going to an outside range, since there are too many eyes out there." She picked up a sleek black pistol, then she turned to me and said, "Okay, crash course time. First of all, we've got your basics which include handguns like this Glock 19. They’re compact, reliable, and good for concealed carry. Then there’s rifles like the AR-15 which is meant for longer range. Shotguns are for close quarters, like this Remington 870.“ “I know,” I said, rolling my eyes. “I’ve played Call of Duty.”

I considered the firearms, running my fingers along the sleek, deadly curves. Mark leaned back in his chair, dark eyes appraising me coolly. "The Beretta 92FS is always a reliable choice," he murmured, tapping the sleek black pistol with a calloused finger. "Accurate, lightweight, and packs a punch. I've also got the latest Glocks—polymer frames, high magazine capacity. Perfect for your men."

In his hand, he carried a hard, black polymer case. He stopped near a large, weathered piece of driftwood that had washed up near the base of the cliffs, he set the case down on a flat rock. "Here," he said. I stopped, watching him. The air felt different here, he clicked the latches open. Inside, nestled in dark grey foam, lay a gun. It was black, sleek, and terrifyingly modern. "Beretta 92FS," Luca said, "Reliable. It won't jam if you get sand in it."

' She nodded blushingly and faced the compartment. 'I suppose you have a gun here?' She asked, opening the compartment door. 'Wow! Two guns, seriously? I was expecting three thousand…' 'Inside a compartment, really?' 'What kind of gun is this?' She asked, staring at the gun in fascination and ignoring me unintentionally. I looked at it and back at the road. 'Bludeon,' 'And this one?' 'Combat pistol,' I said uninterestedly. 'This is a second generational glock, idiot.'

He says giving me a gun. "Have you ever used a gun?" He asks and I shake my head no. "That is a Beretta Cheetah. It is a semi-automatic pistol so you have to be careful. It gives quite the blowback if you don't have experience with guns so you have to be prepared." He explains and I nod. I just can't get over the fact that he looks so sexy. He took of his suit jacket and rolled his sleeves up and let me tell you, wheeehooo.

The young woman had another equally sad-looking, yet servicable pair. “Guns?” barked Hila. Siobhan was quick to respond. She had already figured out that Markos ' arsenal, frugal though it was, needed to be raided. She pointed to the table where she had laid out everything she could find. Hila limped over, a hand clutching her side as she picked up a couple of guns. She picked up the only three that seemed remotely serviceable, checking for their magazines. A Glock 19, which she pocketed, along with a SIG Sauer P365. The last one she picked up and wheezed, looking straight at Siobhan, who had been watching her closely, silently.

Each clean shot represented a pack member fighting through pain and weakness to protect their own. The black market arsenal he'd acquired over the years—fifty Barrett M82/M107s, fifty CheyTac M200 Interventions, fifty Accuracy International AX50s, fifty McMillan TAC-50s, and fifty Sako TRG 42s—now proved their worth. Enough firepower to wage a small war, and they were using every bit of it.

"It's still loud, though. Probably, the sound of it alone would make the bad guy go away." "You don't use a gun to scare somebody." Cole's gaze was intense. "When you pull out a gun, you mean business. Slowly, Jenny nodded, and he saw something like fire in her eyes. This is what she needs, he thought. To take back her power. He took the pistol from her and handed her a shotgun. "This is a Mossberg Maverick 88. It's a good all-around shotgun. And while you have to really aim that Glock, this guy lets you just point it in the general direction of your target."

"Dan, I'm not—" "I learned to shoot with a Glock 19, just like this one," Dan adds as he takes one of the smaller black pistols from the shelf. "When Finn asked which one I wanted to defend myself with, he bought me this." It is lightweight, dependable, and has little to no recoil. There are better firearms available. Some weapons, such as my shotgun over there or that machine gun, can take down a black bear. This will not work. But it will never fail you, and if you place a bullet in the appropriate location, it will knock most things down and keep them down."