Best Gun Bl3 Novels & Stories

I asked, opening one of the black cases. "Wow," Verus said appreciatively. "You did come loaded, didn't you?" "Let's load up and get out of here," I replied, already shoving a few more clips into my pockets. Verus took a Kimber Solo 9 mm and shoved it into the back of his blue jeans, covering it with his jacket, then selected a new Diamondback DB380 hand pistol and pushed it into his boot, along with clips for the weapons into his pants pockets. I had a combat assault rifle in the trunk, a Gatlin gun, grenade launcher, and much more, but they would have to wait. In the meantime, we loaded up with what we could. "V, where do you want to leave your car?"

The handle of the blender jar was intact, but the rest was a jagged wreck. anthony crouched over her, straining to hear. “Bullet,” he hissed, pointing at the casing lodged a millimeter away from where she’d been standing. A .308 if he wasn’t mistaken. Lily’s mouth opened and closed like that of a fish gulping for air. “But…but…” “Silenced sniper rifle,” he said silently, kicking the door shut as his mind spun. Kill him. Get him, his wolf howled.

He put it back in the bag with a sad look on his face and at that moment I knew why Tala scared me sometimes. “You get what you pay for,” Bo said as he sat on a couch and played video games. “Gear up kid,” Levi said and I unpacked the second bag. Mine had a shoulder holster in and I put both guns in the holster and put my jacket on over it. It felt oddly comfortable and I looked at the hooked blade of the Karambit knife. I had always used a normal straight bladed knife. “So the people dying tonight, what you being paid for them?” Bo asked Levi.

I noticed they had prepared their weapons by pointing them at me while waiting for the order to shoot. When I raised my hand, the lethal bully sword appeared. Bully them now, I said. I said nothing out loud. However, the rifles in their hands, which were Ak 47 and pump-action guns, melted and fell to the ground. They could detect the odor of a molten metal material.

he said. "gun please." she said, and Gavin grinned and handed a silver-coloured Smith and Wesson SD9/40 Glock over to her. "Here you go. I got this custom made for you." He handed her the gun along with silver bullets. Karen collected it squealing with joy. "Do you have golden bullets too?" She asked, and Gavin arched his eyebrow. "Got you covered on that one too." And he handed her golden coloured Smith and Wesson SD9/40 Glock with golden bullets too.

Rubie argued. Right. I walked towards the bed and examined the case containing the guns. "I have to say, your idea is terrific." I picked up a hand gun that caught my eye and checked if it was loaded, testing the weight in my hand. "What kind of gun is it, a Glock or a Beretta?" "That's a Glock 19. It's my personal favourite. " I nodded and walked back towards her, the gun still in my hand. "So what brought you here?"

When facing off against barbaric warriors from foreign tribes, rows of guards would charge forward, cutting down enemies as if they were slicing through vegetables. However, the troops stationed at the borders were equipped with firearms. Almost every soldier was armed with a blunderbuss—compact yet powerful, capable of causing devastating damage at close range. The weapon could even pierce through thick armor in a single shot. Additionally, every 30 soldiers had one equipped with a Vulcan blunderbuss, a long-barreled firearm capable of firing ten rounds continuously. Each shot was incredibly powerful and lethal.

Then, he picked up the Colt, Beretta, Glock, and other world-famous firearms from the table. The last one was a domestic Type 77 pistol, and he flashed a brilliant golden grin. "Foreign guns might look cooler, but I still love the homegrown stuff. Support local brands. Etharia first!" Walter looked at him like he was watching a clown at a funeral. "Every gun you picked up, except the Desert Eagle, is unloaded. Why the hell are you carrying them?" Goldfangs checked his belt to make sure every gun was securely strapped before smirking again. "Mr. Burke, you're getting old. You don't understand this generation. Looking cool is half the job. Image is branding. The rest is just fluff."

Mostly HK MP5s, Glock 17s, and Benelli shotguns, all with extra ammunition. Nefertary approached the vehicle and grabbed a silver Walther PPK. She picked two more guns and hid them at her waist. On top of that, she took two daggers and tucked one into each of her boots. I went with a Desert Eagle .50 AE. This baby was made for a day like today. Ludwig chose a customized HK USP 9mm. Ibagon handed him two extra magazines.

Looking at Kaze landing on another spot unscathed, Leron raised his brows in surprise but quickly got over it. If Kaze died so easily, then he would not be here in person. With that in mind, Leron tossed the shotgun away and reached into his trenchcoat for a smaller gun. The black gun was the classic M1911, a well-known model across the world. Bang! Bang! Bang! Without a shred of hesitation, Leron fired three shots aimed at Kaze’s front and sides. Kaze dodged the bullets just in time by stepping on the concrete wall behind him, pushing himself away skillfully.