Collect Every Gun In One Run As Ellie นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The door to the packhouse was still open as I move checking lilly “Are you ok?” I ask looking her over “I’m fineeeee” She starts as more hits are fired our way, I see Evelyn scurry out of the kitchen, she held guns in both hands, she had some strapped and hooked over her shoulders. I grin at her, just as Lilly peeks over the wall, as she does the place is lit up with more firepower, Evelyn whistles, pushing 2 machine guns down the steps, I grab one as Lilly grabs the other but just as I go to shoot Evelyn steps out onto the first step and she lights the place up.

I said, “Have Manny and his boys get their asses here tomorrow. They will act like another gang then that other baby faced boy.. What's his name?” “Jamal?” “Have him come with a couple of men. They will be the righteous Mar Muerto. She’ll come crawling back to us.” *** “Manny just left with his men.” Levi informed me and I nodded. It was already the next day and I couldn’t help but anticipate my plan. It wasn’t fair but it was either that or I made her do it unwillingly. “They should be careful. That girl will actually shoot.” I warned. “The way she held it showed it wasn’t her first time.” Levi commented and I nodded in agreement.

“I just need a minute…” “As you can see, I am busy,” she interrupted, straightening her chair. Her eyes were sharp and wary. Just then, the door burst open, and a blond walked in, accompanied by a little girl. My attention snagged on the child first, assuming that she was the lady's, but as the child turned toward me, my heart stopped. “Mummy!” she yelped and ran toward Elara. She had dark eyes, the same sharp curve of the jaw, a faint dimple in the left cheek. Not even the hair down her back could hide the glaringly undeniable truth.

Amy tried not to let the maniacal Joker-like laughter distract her. The woman soldier ignored the pain radiating through her punctured wrist. She had another trick up her sleeve, hoping her crazed laughter would distract Amy. The soldier almost captured Amy when she pulled out her Ruger SR9 semi-automatic pistol, aiming it at Amy. But the Death Row Infantry-woman forgot to reload her magazine, which meant her gun was empty. The soldier pulled the trigger, only to hear her gun respond with a click.

Yeah, we may be outside, but no one is getting in and out of here. There are also long lanes with different targets at one end and small tables at the other. Across the vast space outside, Ellie is standing with a strange man. She’s holding a pistol in one hand, waving at me with the other, while a man behind her looks annoyed as fuck. She just shoots him a dirty look and flips the safety of the gun before putting it down on the table her. Ellie rushes over to give me a hug, clearly not bothered by my sweatiness or the fact that I’m holding huge knives.

he rushed out barely looking at Nate as he closed the guns chamber and clicked the safety off, Nate's eyes were dead set on the black shiny object in Spade's hands as he widened his eyes, staring at the death object, he felt his throat parch up Spade looked up and saw Nate's gaze on his gun, he snapped his finger up at him "I need to find an exit for us, I need you to stay here, can you do that for me"? He asked, Nate stared at him for a few seconds as if not understanding what he was saying, Spade raised his brows and Nate quickly closed his mouth and nodded cluelessly.

The kid is safe. Now there is only one thing left to do. Eli turns back into the building, letting the service door close quietly behind him. He reaches into his jacket, his fingers wrapping around his gun, and racks the slide with a clean, lethal click. His face goes completely blank as he starts walking back toward the main offices, ready to end things with Carver once and for all.

“Mom would not have wanted this. She wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself like this. Or me.” Something flashed in his eyes for a moment—a little pause in the tempest roaring inside him. But just as quickly, it was carried away by the flow of his hopelessness. His head lowered into his hands, and he slumped forward. The rifle dropped from his grasp and thumped dully on the porch. With shaky breathing, Catalina reached for the gun. Her fingers trembled as she moved it beyond reach, her eyes fixed on the man before her—the man who used to be her father.

He stared hard at that photo, and his eyes gradually became more bloodshot. Sofie delivered the final blow that crushed him. "Wake up! Your Luna is dead! You and your men were the ones who personally dug her body out of the trap! Have you forgotten?"

The game was messy and fun and dramatic—you know, obviously, because the girls were involved. We were mid-argument about whether the last ball was in or out when Mr. Rowe called over both Jackson and Ellie. They jogged off toward where he was seated with his girlfriend. The rest of us continued to play until the siblings walked back to us a few minutes later with a tall dude with them now. Ellie was smiling brightly, clearly excited. Jackson, though—he looked… off. Not angry or anything. Just tense, maybe. “Guys!” Ellie beamed. “This is Quinton.”