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looking at the bag full of money “It’s just a starting price” and he came near me and hold my hand. “Trembling? I do worst on my first time; I missed the first bullet and took me three shot before I got a man down. You are indeed better than I,” while rubbing my hands with him. “Listen Kate, this job may seem not humane to you, but who is being humane now a day? We are not paid to kill innocent people. We kill bad ones.”

"A weapon that was meant to only be used by my most trusted if we were ever under attack… However, the man I trusted like a brother, stole it and mass-produced it. Selling it to several Cartel’s and Mafia organisations. According to my data, a couple of buyers were also supernatural." I now glanced back at them; Dante’s face was as passive as ever, whilst the other two were frowning as they listened. "Are you sure it's that dangerous?" Alejandro asked, his brow furrowed. "Yeah, there’s someone who had some of these bullets, and they sure as fuck worked. These bullets can kill so fast that if you were in wolf form, the body doesn’t even revert to human form. Emmet Garrons produced fucking tho

I softly said tears strolled down upon my cheeks. I jumped from the top of the building as the f*cker's men caught me with ease. "I would take a bullet for you just to prove my love," I whispered upon the wind. "Only to find out you were the one holding the gun." He whispered as he turned his back with a war on his mind.

Vic's watching me when I say, "You think this is a coincidence?" Vic frowns, "Never. Let's head back before it's dark." Just before we get to our jeep, I see a gun shop. We enter, and an older woman is working the counter. She greets, "Welcome. How may I help you?" I ask, "Do you sell silver bullets?" "I do, but they're rare and somewhat costly. How many do you want?" "How much are 10?" "1K." "Wow. Give me three."

said Kalf sarcastically. “I'm not kidding for now. If you can't help me, I will destroy your black business with my own hands, ”said Amar with great emphasis. Kalf who heard it sighed harshly. "Okay, I'll help you. What help do you want? " Kalf asked Amar. "Investigate who bought a bullet filled with the lethal poison of a revolver gun. These bullets seem to have been deliberately ordered specifically from the black market, ”said Amar to Kalf. "What do you mean, Amar? Does anyone want to shoot you with black cobra bullets? " asked Kalf.

Then he came out and checked the body, pulling the mask down to his chin. Some unknown dude. He will have to ask Jackson to do facial recognition. He examined the bullet in his skull, small, fatal and modified. It wasn't a normal bullet that could be bought in the market. Precisely, Alvin thought that this looked like one of their cargo that contained magazines that was stolen recently. "Fuck, our guns and ammo are being sold to someone who's attacking us," Alvin cursed under his breath. He turned back to where he left Vincenzo. To his surprise, his boss was carrying the man.

I say, as I hit the gas, heading home as fast as I can. She’s silent for a moment. “Leo… wait.” She whispers. “Tell her Leo will bring him to our pack. Come to the Sangue pack.” She adds to someone else, I can hear talking before there’s silence. “Are you sure it’s the same bullets, Leo?” She asks me quietly. “Yeah…” I’ve been spending the last few fucking months making sure I had them all, but every other week we find a few more. What was left of them were being sold at extortionate prices on the black market, but I had managed to purchase most of them back or when any cropped up. Offering a large sum of money for any that were brought to me.

"No." Diggy nodded, sitting up and clicking on the next shared p*f file. "And this? What do you see here?" Shorty looked at the picture of the next bullet. "This is a point forty-five ACP bullet. It can be easily accessed at gun shops." Diggy nodded again. He then went back to the first picture of Snipes that had a bullet to his head. He brought out all the pictures of Snipes and placed them side by side. "What do you observe in these pictures?"

"What's the point of having a lot of guns if we can't shoot them? That's like having a tank with no gun! Or a burger with no bun!" "Jake, we can't just go out shooting whenever we want just because we want to," Ashley said as she took a big case of bullets out of a crate and handed it to Derek, they were 7.62 x 51 mm bullets, which meant that if they hadn't already unloaded it, there was a minigun somewhere in these crates. "But we have a lot of bullets!"

I don't fucking like it one bit. Clearing my throat, I break the tense silence before she can leave. "I don't know," I say, the words heavy on my tongue. She pauses, her back still turned to me, but I know she's listening. "The only leads I have so far come from the bullets that were shot at me that night. They're unique, but even that's barely anything." I place one of the bullets on the counter between us, a small peace offering. She turns then, her eyes flicking to the bullet before meeting mine. "Do you know the person who might likely sell such bullets?" she asks, her voice cool and measured.