Novel & Cerita Blue Archive Guns

Andy also gave his suggestion. “Blake, can you deal with the rest of the intruders?” Brianna asked. “I have men positioned behind a few men with sniper guns, I am guessing their order is to take the shot from the distance. And from our spot, we can clearly see if a new batch of people is coming as their backup,” Blake answered firmly. “Are they using old fashion long guns?” Lucien asked. “Based on the looks of their weapons, I am not sure but they look like the new models of internet-operated Sniper rifles,” Blake Gordon answered.

I am sure I looked insane, eyes fully blown, walking around the closet. “Uhm, I saw him unload the other day, it’s here.” She rushed to push something and a hidden compartment in the large closet opened, the lights turned on. I rushed forward, nearly jumping up as I saw a large display of weapons. “Yes, thank you Neria.” I ran for the machine gun, pulling out it’s emmo and loaded it. “Whats happening?” “They took Blue and Hendrix.” I rushed out the words, slicing my heart even as I spoke them. I turned to Neria, hating myself but I needed all the resources I could get.

She spotted Beta Declan by the pool table and approached, hooking his keys out of her back pocket as she stepped down into the room. "I take it my car is still in one piece, Sapphira?" He asked, a slight glimmer in his eye as he chalked his cue. "Yes, Beta. Thank you." She blushed, feeling several eyes turn on her as she dipped her head and handed him the keys. "I think this is the first time I've seen you in here." Gamma Brandon smirked, taking a swig from his drink. "Not one for social gatherings, Sapphira?" The Gamma's mate, Hunter, winked.

She picked up a bow and arrows. Her bracelet lights up and showed, “Select a maximum of two weapons only.” She then looked at Andrik, Blaize and Tradd to show the message to them. “Too many weapons to choose from.” Blaize scanned the weapons and he eyed the iron brass fist. He knows how to box and that would be a good choice for him. He picks it up and then moved to where the guns are lined up. Taser guns? Nah. Real guns? Sure. He picked up and hand gun and checks it. He removes the magazine to check it and it has three bullets.

With that flowing in my mind, I heaved a deep sigh and turned towards Blake. “Yes Dad, I found where they’re going to be.” Without saying a word, Blake turned and walked towards a shelf, he pressed a small button in the wall and the entire shelf opened up to reveal an arsenal of weapons. I gasped in shock, slowly approaching the storage. There was a collection of different guns and bullets neatly arranged on shelves. Blake grabbed a duffel bag and started picking out different guns and ammunition. “What are you doing?” I asked with concern. “What does it look like I’m doing?” He replied with a stern look.

She tiptoed into the room and saw another lump with lots of hair scattered everywhere, it was her mother. The room was big and warm and had a smell of Lemon Basil Room Spray. Amaya walked to the cabinet where she knew her dad kept his guns. Her dad had two guns and insisted that her mum took one other gun around making a total of three. She opened the top drawer of the cabinet and saw a stealthy, wicked looking AGM-1 Carbine and beneath it was an Akdal Ghost TR01. She flinched as she touched the two cold guns and carefully brought them out. She kept the Akdal in one of her pockets, held the Carbine closely and tiptoed silently to the other side of the room.

He kept his right hand buried in his pocket, his fingers locked around the grip of a specialized short-barrel shotgun that Marcus had secured through a local maritime contact at the Yokohama docks. Marcus and Silas followed them through the crowd, carrying two compact aluminum cases that contained their remaining tactical gear and the secondary Archive files for the Asian sectors. Silas looked entirely unbothered by the neon chaos, his eyes scanning the rooftops for sniper positions with the clinical detachment of a man who had fought in three different corporate wars before joining the Silverbacks.

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.

Once Zen had resistance towards sleep, the purge of blue slimes in the woods became easier. Compared to hyperactive green slimes and hostile orange slimes, these blue slimes were sluggish and did not fight much. Remi and Charlie held their own against the slime and the Gambler discovered by pure luck that the blue blobs were allergic to coffee. Fashioning a water shooting weapon, the trio dominated the woods, killing blue slimes left and right. “Where did you learn how to make a blowgun?” Zen asked the Gambler curiously.

Henrick asked Boone when he noticed that he was also taking some guns on the other crate. “I’m coming with you. Obviously.” He replied nonchalantly. Instead of wasting more time questioning his friend’s behavior, Henrick focused on taking a pic of his own gun. They didn’t take a while before the two settled on colt 1911 and Beretta M9 for Henrick and ARAK-21 XRS for Boone. “An Armalite?” Dave mockingly asked Boone. “You’re so confident to use that thing huh.” Neither of them laugh at his joke. “Let’s finish the deal already.”