Deadshot Gun Suicide Squad Novels & Stories

I laugh as I reach behind my back and pull the gun free and aim it at him. “Nah, you won’t make it off these grounds alive. Sorry, but I like it here.” I fire, hitting him in the shoulder as all hell breaks loose. I fire at anything that moves as my team fight as well. I run towards my zio and zia when it happens. I stop dead in my tracks. I scream as I run to them. The man I shot has shot them both. I check zia and she is dead, no. I check zio and he is still alive barely.

With every bit of strength he had left in him, he kept saying the spell, even though his voice was getting weaker with each word he spoke. "Dekekrankem delenfoouud." "Please," he cried out, his sight becoming fuzzy. "Please, just let her be safe." Everything around him started to spin like a dizzying ride, and he felt his consciousness beginning to break apart. But he fought to stay focused, determined not to let go until he knew his baby daughter was out of danger. Finally, with one last push, he whispered the final part of the incantation. In a bright flash of light, the baby vanished, leaving Draven all alone in the temple. He fell to the floor, his body shaking as blood continued to flow

To the right was a boy whose very outline seemed to glitch and tear, his physical form constantly dissolving into dense, black smoke and re-solidifying. "Target acquired," the vibrating behemoth ground out, his voice trembling with a mixture of terror and forced compliance. He locked eyes with Baraka. "Patient Zero. We are ordered to incapacitate and extract. Do not resist." "You don't have to do this," Baraka said, stepping forward, placing himself squarely between the Suicide Squad and the fleeing refugees. The violet sparks ignited across his knuckles, casting harsh purple shadows across the damp bricks. "I can disable the collars. I did it for the last squad. Let me break the leash."

Was all Hakim could say next as Officer James fired his pistol with the bullet hitting its supposed target, Hakim's forehead. The sound of the gunshot tore through the room just as the bullet tore through to the back of Hakim's skull as he fell face flat to the ground, dead.

He never got to pull the trigger. Silas materialized from the shadows like a demon conjured from the dark. He caught the man by his throat, his massive hand crushing the windpipe instantly, before slamming him spine-first over his knee with a wet, sickening snap. The man dropped like a stone, and Silas was already moving to the next one, his iron crowbar swinging through the dark, fracturing skulls and breaking limbs with mechanical, terrifying precision. Muzzle flashes illuminated the warehouse in short, violent bursts, but the Schmidt tactical team was flawless. Felix and Luca systematically eliminated the perimeter shooters, while Daniel stood right beside me, his silencer coughing twice,

You'll never find me, Killian. I'm in that cold morgue, waiting for your order to be turned into a pile of ash. #

His eyes glowed faintly under the harsh light — cold, calculating, merciless. Sang-woo straightened, his gun raised. “We’re not here to play games.” Spectre’s laughter echoed. “Oh, but I am.” And with a motion of his hand, chaos erupted. Gunfire thundered through the warehouse. Sparks flew. The team dove for cover as bullets shattered glass and metal. Soo-ah hit the ground, clutching her laptop to her chest. “Seo-jun! Cover left!” Sang-woo shouted, firing upward.

Cassius leaned closer, slammed his knee into his gut, then elbowed him across the jaw, and I watched as Antonio hit the floor hard. My eyes fell on Shadow, who aimed the gun at Cassius and wanted to pull the trigger but before I could do anything, Raven kicked the weapon from his grip in a blur. It fired—upward. The bullet hit the chandelier. The massive fixture groaned, then crashed down like judgment day—right on top of Antonio Luciano. I used that opportunity, snatched off a gun from one of Luciano’s men and shot at Shadow's leg as I watched him cry out as my bullet hit his leg. He went down hard, screaming.

I curled into a little ball and fought not to pass out or puke. I'd just killed a woman. I didn't even know if she was actually a bad guy. She kicked Mas, she was a bad guy, my Cold and Analytical side spoke up. She deserved dying for that alone. The firing finally stopped. I blinked a couple times. I hadn't even realized I squeezed my eyes shut. As I looked up, I saw that most of the Amatucci men were still standing. One was down, holding his leg. Mas was still on the floor. Three were standing upright from having covered the woman in the bed. One of the Death Squad had his phone out and was speaking in rapid Italian. I recognized one of the few phrases I knew. Roughly translated...gunshot

The voice accompanies my vision as clear as the midday sun: where I can witness Cassian's death at the hands of a black-haired Alpha. "Impossible! Cassian dead? By that Alpha? But who is he? Who could make an Alpha as powerful as Cassian die so easily!?" This is the first time I desperately want to disbelieve my own foresight. In my future vision, Cassian's fate if I don't leave this room is vividly carved out. He will die. At the hands of a black-haired Alpha with such immense power. The Alpha's eyes are as red as blood. His face smiles in front of Cassian's bloodied body. His laughter is as fierce as a storm, his demeanor repulsive in my eyes.