Novel & Cerita Bullet That Can Kill The Past

"DIE, BRAT! THIS IS PAYBACK FOR ALMOST BLOWING ME UP TO PIECES BACK THEN!" Maurice madly shouted as she joined the group of people firing bullets at the younger teen, except her bullets were provided by the system, capable of corroding any material upon contact. She bought this in case the kid has something underneath his shirt and she was very happy that she did as she imagined her bullets also corroding his flesh! "Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

I’m going to kill my father. Not today. Not tomorrow. I’ll kill him slowly, in a way no one will suspect. I’ll use the same poison I planned before — the lotion he applies to his skin, slow absorption, symptoms that look like natural aging. But now I’ll do it better. Cleaner. Safer. Margaret will pay too. But differently. She’ll live knowing she chose the monster until the end, and that she lost everything because of it. And I… I’ll go back to them. To Zion, Luka, and Elias. To Matthew. But only after I finish this. Only after I make sure the past can never touch my future again.

There was hesitation on the other end, and Jamie’s hand began to shake even worse. “You should be able to kill him,” Aaron finally replied. “Should or can?” Jamie clarified. Alex was slowly moving toward the bike now, saying something about not wanting to hurt anyone but needing to be on his way. Aaron didn’t answer directly again, so Jamie demanded, “Aaron! Should or can?” “Can. Can!” Aaron replied, and though Jamie knew the Guardian Leader had killed Camilla with a titanium bullet, that all of Christian’s tests had shown that Guardians could kill Hunters with said titanium bullets, he really didn’t want to find out.

"We all reap what we sow." Before conscious thought, my gun was aimed squarely between those cold eyes. Behind me I felt Lawrence steady as granite. The killing shot beckoned, vengeance so close...yet something stayed my hand. The years fell away until I was a boy again, cowering before this monster's blows. "Enough." My hoarse voice echoed oddly in the opulent office. I lowered the gun fractionally. "The past dies tonight." Kemp's eyes narrowed, flicking to Lawrence. "Does it?" His hand blurred, drawing a hidden blade.

I dropped the weapon and disbanded it, pulling out its bullet. The bullet was filled with liquid garlic and silver, and its purpose was exposure. If it shoots into a person, there will be an immediate effect, exposing if the person is a vampire or a werewolf. It may also kill this person. So, I am not going to use all of it, I just need a small portion of it. I opened the bullet and poured out its content until it remained little before covering it back up. I put the bullet into my pocket, fixed up the weapon, and hung it back. I left the shed, closed it after me, and replaced the removed brick.

"Regardless of the type of gun used, there is always one fact that remains true. Bullets hurt. And when they enter your body, they damage you. "But the loss of blood that comes after is much more dangerous compared to the bullets. Bullets only hurt when they move through you. Once they stop, only pain lingers. There's not a lot of damage from a stationary bullet in the body "The loss of blood makes it so that the body cannot function at its peak, not to mention how your body will feel heavier and heavier. Take note not to get hit."

Bullet questioned. “Well, that is a question everyone of us has to answer. Haven't you killed a lot? Haven't you killed a human? Have you always killed goats, rats, chickens and other types of animals? Come on girl, this… is a survival of the fittest. Whoever comes out alive should be grateful.” I concluded before I headed towards the door. I can't believe I killed Vince Khumalo for this lady. What a waste of time? “Brinda,” Bullet mentioned my name suddenly and that interrupted my movement. “Don't say I never warned you. You shouldn't be messing with Francesco.”

But now, as if I were reaping what I sowed, I heard for myself how evil Petter betrayed me. "But how are you going to transfer all of Amber's property to yours, Petter? Are you going to use the same method as what you did to Amber's parents?" Suddenly, Stella's question made me interested. "How else is that the only way I can take all of Amber's parents' property and kill Amber's parents by sabotaging their car? That way, Amber's parents' property will certainly belong to Amber, and that way I just have to get rid of Amber so that the property becomes mine because I am her husband." The answer Petter gave really shocked me. I really didn't expect that the man I trusted and fought for with al

Before Alistair could pull the trigger, Kabir fired. The kinetic round didn't just travel through space; it tore through Alistair’s personal timeline. The bullet struck the barrel of the black rifle, and in a flash of temporal displacement, the weapon rapidly aged a hundred years in a second, rusting into brittle, brown dust that crumbled out of Alistair's hands. The kinetic force sent the director crashing backward into the buckling elevator frame.

Blake replied, and everyone was shocked to hear Blake’s announcement. “How could you be him? He passed away a few months ago.” The same person called back. “I really need to do a press release,” Blake said mostly to himself. “CESE FIREING AND LET’S TALK THIS THROUGH,” Blake called out through the building again. “To hell with you!” The person shouted and fired at Blake. The bullet never reached Blake, and even if it had, it would have only bounced off of him. “I SEE YOU WANT THE HARD WAY,” Blake said, and his aura became more potent, and many collapsed under the pressure.