Best Gun Bl3 Novels & Stories

Third Person When Louis arrived at the basement, he immediately glared at Volstrige because of the disruption he had caused between him and Elaine. “You should know the consequences of what you did,” the young man growled as he slowly took out one of his favorite pistols, the Beretta 92 that origined from Italy. Jacob had given it to him when he returned to the Philippines to celebrate his new business in alcoholic beverages. Volstrige immediately hid behind Alex, but Brennon quickly pulled him out. “Boss, please shoot this womanizer. He almost got me into trouble because of him,” Brennon complained, laughing. Volstrige’s face was unreadable.

"Do you know what kind of bullets Piers used? What kind of gun?" Arnold looked away, thinking, and then looked up and into Grayson's eyes. "It was a Smith & Wesson semi-automatic pistol." Grayson's heart stopped, remembering what the detective had said during the investigation. Then he looked at the police report to make sure. "Are you sure?" Arnold nodded. "Positive. That's the weapon he used in Afghanistan and his weapon of choice." "I thought all of you used Glock 17s?" Grayson asked. "That's standard issue from the castle."

"Why? heavy? hahaha... you'll get used to it over time. Wear the noise-canceling headphones on your right side if you don't wanna be deaf. Now, listen carefully. This gun is called Glock 19 with a 9mm Ludger. This is the semi-auto type, the most common military weapon used and a short-recoil operated pistol. To aim, you need to unlock the safe lock then bring it forward with both of your hands and then look in the small line there then aim it a little bit higher, now shoot." BANG! With his hand over mine, he shoots the gun that sends a vibration through my whole arm. "Woah...that's quite something, the recoil is soft even tho it's quite heavy." My arm didn't hurt as much as I thought. "Yea..

Survival was more than just pulling a trigger; it meant knowing when to pull it, who to aim at, and making sure they never got back up. Traitors hid behind expensive suits and fake smiles, knives ready to strike my back. But they forgot one thing: I played by the rules until someone played me dirty. And when they did, the retribution I served was tenfold. No one played me for a fool and lived. The cigarette had burned down to the filter. I crushed it into the ashtray, grinding it until the ember died. The tray wobbled on the edge of the table. My hand shot out to steady it, but the booze in my system dulled my reflexes. It tipped over, shattering into a thousand glinting shards.

Hastings said. Mark put the gun on the table and walked over to the other where David was checking the rifles. Took a 7.62mm M110 SASS, checked the scope and magazine. “It’s my favorite,” he said. “I was a sniper in the navy seals, and for me this is the best of the semi automats. I also really liked using the M39, and from time to time the M14, even though it’s in limited use and is a bit old.”

It took a fingerprint ID, eye scan, and a twelve-digit code to breach, but she quickly found out why. "Holy shit!" she murmured as she walked in. The damn vault was easily 50 feet long, 15 feet wide, and lined with weapons ranging from throwing stars to rocket launchers. "This is SO illegal!" she said, running her hands over a high-powered sniper rifle with a scope she'd never even seen before. "What the hell are these?" she asked, picking up a pair of what looked like Desert Eagle 50s but with some kind of banana clip. "Just what they look like," Reaper said lovingly, staring at the guns. "I know someone who works with the manufacturer, and he made us a special set. Single shot for most bad

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.

I like having a grand entrance. "What's new?" I said reluctantly and leaned back in the chair. "The guns," he reminded me of something I almost forgot, I am the death dealers' leader of this faction. I hate it when my guns leave my body. It's my other half. I'm sorry babies. I pursed my lips as I took my two Beretta 93R. Contains silver bullets with ultraviolet ammunition which can be used for both vampires and lycans. This is my favorite weapon for being fair.

Up and down. I looked up at his hazy blue eyes, and then down at the thing half concealed by his suit jacket. The butt of a gun stuck from his waistband, hooked on the lip of his belt. I recognized the make. A Glock 17. Standard military and police issue. Seventeen in the clip, one in the pipe. Fully automatic. Fully illegal. Elian saw me looking. His grin curved higher. “Like what you see?” “I prefer not to dance with a handgun.” I hid my wariness. Should have seen this coming anyway.

Disappointed, he glares at her as Alexander presses a gun to her head and asks Dolf for the detonator. The gun that Alexander holds against Jenny's temple is no ordinary weapon. It's the long slide G24.40 S&W Glock that he obtained through his French 'pastime' with Sophie. She had gifted it to him during his business trip with the Les Beaux Voyous, using their drug smuggling routes to sneak it into the States. Since he was the point man, it was a relatively easy task. This Glock was his preferred firearm, known for its reliability and minimal chances of jamming. The intricate designs of both Glock and Smith & Wesson made it adaptable to various shooting techniques and conditions.