Novel & Cerita Black Rock Shooter

Steel-Fist Predator said calmly but mocked him internally “Steel-fist while what you say makes sense I think Sword-saint still has a point, killing a child just because of such trivialities seems utterly absurd.” Flame-heart predator replied Steel-fist predator with a sneer “It seems Flame-heart has forgotten the history lessons we got when we were still basic Hunters, the only times glass-eyed Hunters appeared, they almost destroyed the entire race single handedly, unless you want a replay of the Great Massacre I’d advise we end the kid to avoid future troubles.” White-haired predator said grimly

There were two guns ready to blow the heads off his enemies. "Do you want to die with my right hand or my left?" asked Mike, who was now standing in front of ten Black Moon members. "Talk too much! Attack!" shouted one of the members with a thin body and one eye wearing an eye patch. Mike grinned at the Black Moon members' reply. He began to move to the right and then aimed his left hand, holding the Baretta to shoot at his enemy's head. Three people with holes in their heads were lifeless. Then, he moved back to the left, now three more people with their heads shattered by the shots from Mike's shotgun.

Vanessa’s sharp voice crackled through the damaged comms, urgent and deadly: “TAKE THE SHOT!” Countdown to Global Strike The emergency timer blazed, flashing relentlessly: 00:54:30... Less than fifty-five hours... until world destruction. Betrayal Confirmed Rook’s cold smirk widened, weapon steady, his finger tightening on the trigger. "Did you really think... I’d let you win?" he hissed. Gunfire Erupts Before Rook could fire... Damien surged forward, striking fast, knocking Rook’s weapon aside as gunfire exploded, sparking off the steel-plated walls.

He gestured at me. "You can't kill me, Silas. I own this fucking city... and I will get back everything you shitheads took from me." His smile dropped. "I will end The Black Rose..." he seethed. "One petal at a time." He laughed. "Isn't that exciting?" He put his hands in his pockets and turned around, not caring about the gun being aimed at his back. Lorenzo and Noir were behind Silas, along with several men that hadn't been there before, pointing their guns at the opposing men.

“Right there. In the open. Where everyone can see what happens when you cross me.” The phone buzzes again on the desk, another update coming in, and my pulse jumps. I grin. “Move everyone,” I say. “Tonight.” “Rules,” Lena asks. “There are none,” I say. “Only the hunt.” I picture Eli Blackwood boxed in by noise and lights and fragile lives, and my hands curl into fists. “I am not a coward,” I say softly. “And I do not care who dies learning that.”

I screamed as I cut another rogue down. The Blackstone warriors are using their gifts to restrain the rogues with vines and cut each one down. Others are sending blasts their way and causing them to snap their spines against trees, and then I see Aiden pummeling through the sea of rogues that are trying to overtake Ironclaw.

"Yeah, sounds fun." I rose my brows at Trace. "That okay with you, rockstar?" "Only if you throw your bra at me." He replied smoothly. I rolled my eyes. "In your dreams."

The bullet slammed into the stone wall inches above Rebecca's head. Fragments of rock sprayed across her hair. Ava pulled her down. "Stay low!" Rebecca's breathing quickened. The danger was no longer theoretical. Someone genuinely wanted them dead. Blackwood remained standing. Oddly calm. Almost unconcerned. Morales noticed. "Get down!" Blackwood slowly raised his hands. "I'm not the target." No one liked the confidence in his voice. Sarah peered over the edge of the wall. "Can you see the shooter?"

Rakar shouted. Four archers from Team Beta immediately released their arrows toward the spots Rakar had indicated earlier. The arrows flew silently, their tips coated in sleeping poison. Swish! Swish! "ARGH!" Two muffled screams came from the pines. Two black-robed figures fell from a height of sixty feet, their bodies already limp before hitting the ground with a dull thud. But the third figure, the one on the rocks, was faster. He leaped down, dodging the rain of arrows, and landed on the ground with the agility of a leopard.

Camila behind Boss believe blood will be spilled, this will probably be her last night. Boss smiled. "Boys, let's not draw attention to ourselves, huh?" By attention he meant the police. "I bet Blackshot is just having fun in the dressing room." Boss pointed towards the dressing room making all Blackshot men face that direction. But everything happened so fast when a gun was fired and Blackshort so called hefty leading man landing hard on the ground. Boss had pull his trigger making his shot at his left eye. The bar became a field of gun shots and dead bodies.