Cannon Mario Novels & Stories

He commanded with the wave of his hand and the men began marching away to open fire at the opponents who were coming on foot. For a moment, I simply shut my eyes and didn't know what was going on. All I could hear was the exchange of gunshots from both sides and the whirling noise of the choppers above. "They're surrounding us... Fall back!" Mario's loud voice made me open my eyes to see his men returning to where I was but did not relent in firing into the darkness. "Mario, maybe you should just run with your men, okay? I'll find my way home now that I know what I should do" I said to him because, with the look of things, they weren't a match for Mr. Pompous' people.

) 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.

Luis was relaxing in his pool at the back of his mansion, with Marco his right hand man when one of his men walked up to them. “Boss.” He said with a slight bow. “Lucas.” “One of our stash houses was hit this morning.” There was silence for a while, which made Lucas fidget. Luis watched as Marco emerged from the pool, his arms, chest and back full of numerous black tattoos on pale skin. At over 6”4 he was an intimidating figure made of raw muscles. “And?” He asked impatiently. “They made away with two kilograms of our product.” Marco was now standing few inches away from Lucas.

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.

"I can stand. I can kill." "Good." Jack pointed to the heavy assault cannon Marcus had carried out of the armory. It was a 'Hellfire' portable railgun, designed to take down tanks. "That thing still work?" "It has three shots left," Marcus checked the charge. "We only need one." Jack hit the button to lower the rear ramp. The wind roared into the cabin, a deafening gale that threatened to suck them all out. The ocean below was a churning cauldron of white foam.

"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."

The ones in the lead were Undead Joey and Dallas. Undead Joey was in a long, black robe. He wore an eyepatch like a pirate and carried a small medical box made out of ebony behind his back. The box was his innate weapon. Next to him was a ferocious thug-like man with half of his shoulder exposed. It was Dallas, the Supernatural Cannon. He had two huge machetes behind his back, and he was wearing a hat made out of a mountain goat. Dallas was known as the Supernatural Cannon because of his unique ability. To describe it coarsely, it was farting. It was a move that was well-hated by everyone, and it was below everyone's dignity to point out his despicable technique.