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I bolted out of the room and welcomed the fresh air wuth a deep sigh. Tonight I woukd not think of Makaira. It would ruin me. I would not let my thoughts stray. “Hey Ghost!” Someone called and I snapped out of my thoughts. Bullet was grinning at me with a cigarette popping out from the corner of his mouth. He had his arms extended as he walked towards me, like he wanted to guve me a hug and he was holding out two shopping bags. “How are you Bull?” “I’m great, Mr Sour pants. It’s pay day what do you think?”

"One of these days, we would travel to odejim jim. He would activate odeshi on us." "Okay boss." "As for the guns, I will investigate him and then patronize him if his business is cool. I don't want to buy guns that are stolen. If I should add more to the ones we have, it should be new ones." "Does he sell bullets? And what kind of guns does he sell?" "I'm sure he sells bullets but as for the kind of guns he sells, I really don't know boss. I will ask him and get back to You, boss."

Someone told her to quiet down; she yelled back. A scuffle broke out, tempers flared, and in the end she was roughed up and taken to the same ward as Austin. The cycle closed on itself. Ray had no way of knowing these details as he had slept soundly in a hotel that night. The next morning, he drove to a shooting range. Time to stock bullets. Rifle rounds were two dollars a shot; handguns went for one. He bought the rifle rounds—automatic-capable—and preloaded the account with fifty thousand. Then he began to shoot.

I looked at the body and realized it was Bryon’s. With a cry of despair I ran over to him, running my hands over his body. He was still breathing and, I noticed with relief, his body had already pushed the bullet out and it was starting to heal. He wasn’t conscious but I could see he wasn’t in any danger. I picked up the bullet and looked at it. It was a typical lead bullet. Either the person who shot Bryon didn’t realize he was shooting a werewolf and needed a silver bullet, or he didn’t want to kill anyone. Silver bullets are expensive and hard to come by, so there was a chance he needed Bryon out of the way to get to something, or someone, else. James.

Big enough for only one bullet. “One, silver bullet,” Damon tilts his head, his insightful eyes penetrating me, “may I?” I put the cute piece on his open palm. I’m already in love with it. He switches on the safe and presses under the barrel, which opens with a clear click, showing the inside of the finger-thick barrel -- at its end lying a thin, sharp-head bullet, glittering the unique shine of silver. “I don’t expect you to keep your weapon for too long in a fight, hence the one bullet,” He explains as he puts the gun back together, “Easy to hide and easy to use. With enough pure silver to kill a full-grown wolf, even as powerful as me.”

He jumped off the chair and went over to his dad while I faced the cake. “I got you a gift.” I could hear Chase stomping his feet on the ground and he jumped up and down in excitement. “Is this a bullet?” I raised my head up so fast I thought my neck would fall off. Chase was holdings golden bullet in this hand. Obviously, the bullet from Carlisle's favorite gun. “Yep, since my gun is custom made, my bullets are too. One day, you're going to use that bullet to shoot someone for the first time and I'll be the proudest dad ever.”

Jennifer proceeded to ask. "Because his company, ‘Romano Empire’, fingerprints were all over the job! Their company produces military-grade weapons that fit the US military and other countries and one of their most lucrative products is the silver bullets found in Dad’s chest when the autopsy was carried out. One bullet costs about a thousand dollars. The chances that someone shot with silver bullets will live are next to zero, and this is why they use it. Do you understand?" James explained the basic knowledge to Jennifer, already getting impatient and annoyed by her questioning. "Yes, bro. I mean, James." Isabella replied, quickly bending her head, and staring at her half-cold coffee that

"However, there is a slight problem with this. I don't know the exact chemical composition, so I can't use it on the battlefield." Kairav just shrugged, not wanting to give away too many of his company's kitchen secrets. The man continued to take out the other weapons one by one, revealing various types of pistols. "There are special bullets that I bought recently from my friend's company but maybe next time I can show them to you if we can discuss this cooperation further with a clear timeline progress," said Kairav. "Why not now?" asked an impatient David.