Collect Every Gun In One Run As Ellie นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I cleaned the weapon on the corpse’s shirt and took my time to look at it. I traced my hand over the golden snake engraved into the dark handle and smiled. "Thanks, dad."

Eille said, watching Nate's shocked reaction while looking at Caliber. After she introduced Caliber to Nate, Eille called her assistant and gave Caliber to her to take him to her place; Eille drove away and stopped in front of the cliff. She took off from her car, took the gun she had from her back, and pointed it at her car. A smirk on her lips is released as she starts to shoot her own car until it looks like someone ambushed her. Eille lit her last cigarette from her pocket, lit it up, and dialed Gina's number. The phone rang for a second until Gina picked it up.

“You’re a walking zoo, boys.” The one with the shotgun cut loose with his weapon. Ellie winced and flinched from each loud blast. She released the button on the com but it barely muted the sound while the man kept firing. A few marks appeared but the glass held. She hated that she’d gotten an up close and personal test of bulletproof glass effectiveness. The jerk with the shotgun stopped firing.

When it would finally burst above us and release that which we had been waiting for, we would be ready. I noted the slight outline of a gun placed inside Ella's shirt. She'd taken to using guns, and had sharpened her skills over the weeks. Using her keen senses to her advantage. Even though she was a halfling and couldn't shift like other wolves, she still had the powerful senses belonging to a wolf. This made her incredibly dangerous with a gun. Even without looking, she could fire a bullet and still meet her target. She had gotten that good. I just wished that she didn't have to feel forced to hone her skills because of everything that was going on.

“What else could you possibly have to show us?” I rushed to Stella and helped her to her feet. “You won’t get away with this! You can’t. We won’t let you do this!” “No,” Ellie shook her head. “No more pictures.” She fumbled around in her purse, her eyes locked on us. Stella and I froze as Ellie pulled out a gun. “Don’t move,” she said, pointing the gun at us with one hand, her phone in the other. Stella reached for my hand and I grabbed it. She squeezed it.

The next morning, I followed Ellie into town with dread coiling around every inch of my spine. She sat in the passenger seat of the Range Rover, staring out the window at the passing snow-covered landscape. I'd given her a gun before we left—a small nine-millimeter that fit in her jacket pocket. She'd said she didn't need it. I'd made her take it anyway. I was upset with her. Furious, actually, at the reckless stupidity of what she'd done. At the way she'd gone behind our backs and made deals with devils without consulting anyone.

“Ahhhh!" It was painful, so painful as Elijah could feel his bones cracking up but with all the strength in him he chose not to focus on the pain he was feeling presently as he knew if he didn't find a way to defend himself he would be nothing but a corpse in the next few seconds. He needed a weapon and he needed one fast. Luckily for him he had planted many different ammunition in his room before now. So with his adrenaline pushing him on like a burning fuel he reached for under his wardrobe and pulled out a gun and this time around he was fast enough to fire before Marcel could get to him. ”Die you bastard!!"

“You think stopping me changes anything? They’re broken. They’ll never recover. Oh! Perhaps they are all dead!” Camilla leaned closer, so close Eliana could see the fury burning in her eyes. “You don’t know them,” she said quietly. “And you don’t know me. We are fighters!” Eliana’s gaze flicked quickly towards the trees for an escape. Camilla noticed instantly. Eliana shoved her suddenly, desperation lending her strength, scrambling backward as she reached into her coat... A gun. Camilla reacted on instinct, grabbing Eliana’s wrist just as the gun fired.

His gaze never wavered, holding on, sharp enough to cut diamond if he tried. They locked onto mine and everything else in the bar blurred into bleariness. The music faded from my ears just as all the people present there disappeared. Now there was only him and the weight of his stare burning through me. Heat rushed through every single corner of me until I was oversaturated. My body burned as the intensity of his emerald eyes aroused me. There was something about him that just felt dangerous in a predatory way. His eyes slowly checked me out, causing sensations to bombard me.