Novel & Cerita Blue Archive Guns

I stand next to Russo as one of our men yanks open one of the many wooden crates around to reveal stacked firearms and weaponry ranging from the lightweight Smith and Wesson, Colt M1911 and sawed-off shotguns to heavyweights like the military Browning automatic rifles. Russo whistles and rubs his hands together like a little boy awaiting his birthday present. “Time to check these babies out.” He takes one of the guns out, cocks it and aims it at a practice target far off at the end of the warehouse. The gunshot rings out loud and proud, echoing around and he nods, placing the gun back in the crate. Russo is happy with what he sees. Our supplier flashes us his not so pearly whites and leers a

Ken’s energy shifted uneasily as the men continued approaching beneath the tree. “This isn’t the time for your drama,” I warned abruptly. “Don’t leave me with no other option but to…” “Those aren’t ordinary bullets, human,” Ken interrupted darkly. My heartbeat slowed instantly. “They’re forged with silver and infused with dragon blood,” he continued. “Strong enough to kill even the strongest Alpha with a single shot. Look carefully at the tips.” Fuck. He was right. The moment I focused harder, I noticed the strange blue glow coating the bullet tips beneath the fading sun.

"What about weapons? I need something that can shoot back while I'm sleeping." I scrolled down the menu, my heart jumping as my eyes landed on a weapon blueprint near the bottom of the Tier 1 list. It was a sleek metallic cylinder with a dual-barrel attachment. "Automated turrets " I whispered, my breath catching. "LUS can I afford this?"

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.

I nodded slightly, and the men opened the crates and I explained what was inside each one. “The crate on the right is a shipment of the latest HK416s and the left is a shipment of FN F2000s. They are on the top 10 most dangerous guns list and theres about 10 in of each in the crates, then in the bottom about 9,000 rouns of ammo.” I explain, and Black smiled. “I’d say this means peace then? And youll help me with the uprising of another “mafia” as they call themselves.?” He asked, we looked to him; confused.

Not yet. It was small, like a stone dropped into deep water. But it rippled through him in ways he could not ignore. The Blue Alpha had carried everything before. He had survived everything before. But this… this was different. And for the first time, Kael Azure wondered if enduring everything might not be enough.

Bullets were shooting through all directions as he made her duck inside a clothing shop and guarded her with a gun from his waist. She was petrified at the sight. Three men were shooting from the other side as the other one saw her in the shop. Zohan was shooting, making bullets shower before him. He looked behind now and then to see if she is safe. When he looked behind again, he didn’t see her. “Gloria,” He whispered. Putting the gun in his back he ducked down and dialled a number. “Shootting right at my location, send bridges.” Bridges was the code name for the army of weaponry.

I blurted. Zahur inhaled the hookah slowly, but he didn’t look away. “Mossberg has factories in the US, headquarters not far from Philadelphia. We have some friends there.” I smoothed my hands down my pants. “But they also have a plant in Turkey.” His eyes lit very slightly, and he exhaled the smoke. “The plant here makes guns I am not interested in. I do not hunt birds, you understand.” “We could get some of the things you actually want to the Turkey location.” I swallowed. “Wouldn’t be hard to get them across the Mediterranean after that.”

The moment I do, Kella’s instincts kick in and she pulls me and Drake across the room as something in the drawer explodes, sending a dusting of powder into the air. Drake growls, beside me. “Now I know what the gloves are for,” he says, going to the desk and picking up some heavy looking gloves. He goes to the drawer, pulling out a box. It looks like it might be wood under the dusting of powered silver and vervain. Drake takes it to the bathroom attached to the office and dumps it in the sink. I hear the water turn on as he grabs a towel and washes off the box. When he brings it back out, he sets it on the desk and opens it slowly.

I watched him as he walked out of my penthouse with determination and urgency in his steps and knew that he was going to make everything go smoothly as he usually does. I rest back against the couch I was seated on, closed my eyes, and smiled. If she thinks that she could just escape my clutches like that, then she’s got to think twice about that. But then the next minute, a frown replaced the smile on my face, as my thought drifted to the dangers that she was about to face soon. From past histories, the previous Blue Bloods weren’t able to overcome all the challenges they faced from the moment they were discovered before they were eventually killed.