Best Gun Bl3 Novels & Stories

Sliding it seamlessly into the leather shoulder holster, I ensure that it is properly concealed beneath my suit coat. In my line of work, having a reliable and efficient weapon is crucial. For me, that weapon of choice is Glock. These semi-automatic handguns with polymer frames are widely favored by law enforcement and military personnel across the globe. With their robust construction, user-friendly operation, and safety features, Glock firearms provide the assurance I need for personal protection.

She knew what she was looking for, and locating her weapon of choice took only a minute. "What about that one? Can I try it?" She asked as she pointed down into the case. "That's a good choice," the guy said. "That is a .357 revolver. Most women like the snub-nosed .357 for concealed carry if you want to try that one." Juliet shook her head. He pulled out the one she had originally pointed to and placed it on the glass. After picking out a few targets, some standard but mostly the ridiculous ones of zombies and clowns, Matthew paid for their rentals, the targets, and the ammo for each gun, much to her displeasure.

Experts at combat, weapons, and bombs. Palace Blue, a huge mansion guarded by thirty armies. Five on the balcony, arm by an M16. Three in each five windows, arm by VCS and two in every five doors, arm with 12gauge Revolver Shotgun. The last five are guarding his door. Each arm with a V19 pistol. Got 45 P22, in my sleeve and DS-AR rifle with 2x scope.

replied the cop whose name Susan did not even bother to remember. “No nibbles here, as I can see,” said Susan and she turned towards Bill who had crouched down beside her as well and he said,” This means that it has not been here for that long.” “And I also spotted something else here,” said the cop as he directed the spotlight in a different direction and Bill went and walked towards it. “This is a Browning .32. It has got a suppressor in it. This is a really nice piece,” said Bill as he pulled it up and dropped it in the evidence bag.

Honestly, they could have gone for a mustang, this beat up Mercedes was not the Caroni way but she was a beggar now, not a chooser. It was clean, that was something at least. The second thing she noticed was the compartment in the middle of the back seat. She pulled it open straight away and a fleet of weapons greeted her, guns, knives, daggers, military grade grenades, the works. She didn’t make time to establish all of it, just the Sauer P320 that had a rubber grip that was lined with gold. It stood out like a sparkling beacon. She knew this gun.

Rio never forget to attached the silencer on her Beretta. [An evolution of the battle-proven M9 pistol, the M9A3 is a combat-ready handgun that is designed to meet the needs of virtually any soldier or SWAT cop. This pistol is equipped with a threaded barrel for a sound suppressor, night sights and an accessory rail. Beretta uses 17-round, sand-resistant magazines in the M9A3 and finishes the gun in a Flat Dark Earth Cerakote (Johnson, 2015).]

followed by the deep, rhythmic footprint of a man who thought he was safe in his own fortress. I reached for my Beretta out of habit, but the practical, asshole part of my brain reminded me that the recoil of a .45 would probably collapse my lung for good this time, so I shoved the gun back and pulled the combat blade from my belt instead. I stepped out of the shadows just as the guard turned the corner, and for a split second, the kid's eyes went wide as he realized the Reaper was currently standing in his basement looking like a ghost that had been chewed up by a lawnmower.

Not a single spark of pity. I shed my coat, tossing it onto the leather couch, and gave a sharp nod to Unique Wilson, my sotto capo. Without a word, he handed me my weapon of choice: a .32 ACP calibre, the Welrod. It was a small piece of machinery, but it was efficient—designed to bury a soul before they even heard the shot. Its built-in silencer made it my personal favorite. I tucked the gun into the waistband of my trousers and stepped into the dining area. I didn't use the gun yet. Instead, I let my fists do the talking. The room filled with the rhythmic sound of bone meeting flesh and his pathetic begging.

The only thing left is the weakness she's still feeling. We came down from the truck with me grabbing my lucky axe and my backpack. I tucked my Beretta into my belt and got my axe ready in hand. I saw Austin arming himself with his Kimber Custom TLE II (EM) 1911 pistol and a blade he produced from his backpack. Clara took her katana from the back of the truck and used it to support herself as she walked .

Hudson was standing with his arms crossed, while his brother seemed more focused on his phone than anything else. "All my guns are made from strong grade five steel, and the ammo fits easily. These guns only need to be fired once. Is it better to be feared or to be respected? I think it’s reasonable to want both. Let me show you the silent killer. " I said while taking out a big gun from one of my cases. "This gun has a scope that can see up to eighty meters. It also includes a laser for close-range fighting and can be taken apart into three pieces." I went on, looking through the sight and shooting at the brick wall behind Hudson.