Cannon Mario Novels & Stories

Mario announced in a low tone and before I could understand what was happening, the others chorused, "For the Princess" Before my very own eyes, they raised their pistols and blew off their heads without hesitation. My mouth open but shock had my throat tied down so I was unable to scream out. Their bodies dropped one after the other to the ground with crimson liquid flowing from their heads but Mario was still standing. He didn't shoot but had the gun to his head with tears in his eyes. "Don't..." I begged him and stretched my hand but he was far from me. "I'll die proudly as my father did, Princess. Death, rather than be taken and tortured to expose the Di Marco. We're loyalists, Princess.

) he drawls, amusement laced in his voice. I exhale sharply, lowering the gun. My pulse is still a hammer against my ribs. “Mario,” I growl, shoving the gun back into my waistband. “You picked the worst fucking time to show up.” Mario grins, stepping inside like he owns the place. “And yet, here I am. Alive and well.” He takes a slow drag of his cigar, exhaling a cloud of smoke before flicking his eyes past me. That’s when he sees her.

“What a disappointment.” The two women helped each other up. Halle wiped the blood from her mouth and said indifferently, “Is that so? You’re done for.” Arthur frowned and looked behind at Andrius. Then, he saw a terrifying giant cannon aimed directly at him. The Doom Cannon had fully formed! It was a dazzling giant cannon that would bring disaster and destruction. Its huge caliber and dazzling light made Arthur freeze in place instantly. Although he had full confidence in his strength now, he could not afford to be careless when faced with such a weapon of mass destruction.

While he was tending to his wound to stop the bleeding, my phone rang. "Mario, I have Matt, we are leaving it up to you, do you think you can manage?" I asked. "Of course-a boss, leave it up to a-me!" he said, Mario was a scottish man who had been a criminologist cleaning crew for as long as I had known him, which was well over ten years, he had a strong accent that sometimes reminded me of the character from that videogame where they had to save the princess. I think his name was partially what convinced me that he sounded like him.

Elaine gave him a pleading look but Cannon didn’t care a bit, “I told you to get ready to play a different role in the game you people started. And it’s just the beginning of it.” Elaine again considered going away from all these but Cannon's voice from earlier got echoing in her mind. Destruction will be the next companion to whoever you go. Seeing her motionless condition, Cannon got smirking. He dialed a number and put the phone against his ear. The call got answered in second ring and the person spoke up, “Sir?” “In my cabin.” with that Cannon cut off the line. In few moments Nancy, a lady in her early thirties entered the cabin, “Sir?”

No I did not think so. He gloated as Ricci lowered his gun Alcina had listened to enough and she straightened in Mario’s arms she was completely calm as she lifted the gun and pointed it at as his temple flicking off the safety catch with her thumb, ‘Potrebbe non essere un esperto, ma difficilmente posso mancare da questa gamma, fottuto traditore.’ [He may not be an expert but I can hardly miss from this range you fucking traitor.] She rasped and pulled the trigger twice he collapsed instantly and she went down with him rolling away as soon as she could she scrambled to her feet quickly pointing the gun at his body but Mario was dead.

I looked at the cannon and I felt the energy inside me reaching a breaking point, and I knew that if I didn't release it soon, I was going to explode from the inside out and take the whole valley with me. "Marcus, get everyone back!" I tried to howl, and I saw my Beta realize what was happening because he started waving his arms and screaming for our men to retreat toward the gates. I turned my head toward the enemy lines and I opened my jaws, letting out a massive burst of stored golden energy that shot back toward the Sun-Cannon like a reflected mirror. The explosion was so large that it knocked every man on the battlefield off his feet, and I saw the hunters and their machine disappear in

The second one was from James as he aimed for Mario but Mario had closed the distance between James and he slammed into James with a wrestler's spear technique that sent the both of them scattering along the kitchen floor. The gun in James's hand flew away after the collision. James was stunned and his eyes flew in circles as he battled on trying to get his spinning head to work. Mario was back on his feet and he was looking for a gun —anything he could use to kill. His eyes zeroed on the gun and a murderous grin sat on his face. Michael knew that if he did nothing, his best friend was going to die. So he did the only thing his mind told him to do.

"What happened here?" Mario’s sharp gaze darted toward the far end of the dimly lit hallway. His eyes narrowed as he caught the faint outline of a shadow moving. "Someone's there," Mario growled, pointing toward the figure. Without hesitation, his men rushed toward the shadow, their guns raised. Mario’s heart thudded loudly in his chest as he heard the deafening sound of gunfire erupt down the hallway. The gunshots echoed for a moment before an eerie silence settled over the space. And then—nothing.

The guards dragged him away and shielded Mario. Don Marco Abano from the Abano family, who sat nearby, rose and leveled a gun at Carmilla. "Don Brasco," Marco said, "if you can't handle women, how can you run the syndicate? Want me to take care of this trouble?" He pointed the gun at her. "Mario, I'm carrying your child! Please, save me." Carmilla pleaded. Mario's face tightened; he trembled. After a long moment, he said, "Joke's over. Put the gun down. Don't scare Carmilla."