Deadshot Gun Suicide Squad Novels & Stories

“That's the wrong answer, buddy.” “No, no!” I cried out as Donatello pressed his hand tighter against my mouth, leaving muffled sounds to come out. And with that, he unloaded the gun right into his brain. I fell to my knees watching as blood splattered all over the floor before the man slumped to the ground lifeless. He was…dead. Quinn had killed the man even after all his pleading.

“Are you saying they... killed my parents?” Uzeria didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he leaned forward, lowering his voice. “I don’t have proof. But let’s just say their deaths were not the first suspicious accidents tied to the Adams. And if you keep digging, you will end up on their radar. Is that what you want?” I swallowed hard as the warning snared inside of me. “I can’t just let this go. I need to know the truth. I need revenge.” This gave me more reason to revenge on Kendrick and teach him a lesson.

He doubles over, and I take the opportunity to land an elbow to the back of his neck making him drop to the floor. “Are you ready to die like your friend?” I ask. “Fuck you bitch. You can’t win against our army. Scàthach will triumph and you will all die.” “Ew, can we not do the villain monologue? It’s so annoying and cliché.” I say before I extend my claws and rip his heart out through his back. That was seriously badass and gross, all at the same time. Hey, he’s dead, his friend is dead, and Wyatt is dead. That’s all that matters.

In the end, he chose to jump to his death. This time, when I arrived at the scene, Liam was slumped beside the command vehicle, his face pale with panic. The moment he saw me, his eyes lit up. "I called you dozens of times last night! Why didn't you answer? Your phone is supposed to stay on during operations—that's basic discipline! You knew there was a bomb disposal mission last night, and you're the most experienced in the whole team. And yet you chose that moment to turn off your phone? Andrew, what exactly are you playing at?!"

CHAPTER 5: HE LOOKS UNACCEPTABLE WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS LIGHT (SEXUAL, SUICIDE, DANGER, EXPLICIT) SCENES AND WORDS NOT SUITABLE FOR PEOPLE BELOW 18 YEARS OLD. READ AT YOUR OWN RISKS! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! Every minute that he stayed longer in there, watching them, the more his mood worsens. He can not let that man get close to her. His eyes flickered with dangerous killing intent and a ruthless smile found its way on his lips making his already handsome appearance appear more attractive, breathless.

Herald ordered. The crew-cut driver nodded and stopped the vehicle. He relayed the order to the hundred or so suicide squad members in the other tanks. These suicide squad members wore simple battle armor that provided them with enhanced speed and agility. Their weapons were swords made of special alloys. As they disembarked, they arranged themselves into three rows. Herald got out and walked to the front of the suicide squad members. With his hands behind his back, he said, "Do you see that monster over there? That's your target!"

“There's one important detail, though…” I leaned back in my seat. “What detail?” “The deaths were on both sides. A lot of dead renegades, as if they were sent there to die.” “Pink Opium,” I muttered. “Guess the version they have is still lethal.” “This might be our chance.” Rowan pulled over a chair and sat down. “They'll eventually become weak. Just how many suicide squads can they have?” A dry smile curved my lips. “You mean, how many hatred-driven desperados are in their army? I still believe there are more than we can handle. For certain, they are bound to lose numbers, but that's now. What if they improve the drug at some point?”

Ash just sat there, watching us, perhaps trying to see if I was going to ask something too personal, something that I probably shouldn’t ask. “I suppose so.” Luciana says as she walks over to us and leans against the wall, “I’d spare with the guys damn near every day until they had to start sitting in on a meeting with their dad. Became a Deadshot when I was thirteen, and when I turned sixteen, I was tasked to kill someone because they crossed Samuel Henderson.”

Maya’s world narrows to Sam on the floor and the mask beside him and the sudden, hateful understanding that good systems still have gaps wide enough for bullets. Eli fires. The overwatch goes silent. Marcus moves through the smoke like he can see the shape of breath itself. His people follow, not fast exactly. Coordinated. Brutal. The roof team breaks when the dead reach the street below and their exit stops being an exit. By 03:31, it is over. The bus depot survivors run north with the dead behind them. The base holds. That is the fact. The cost is on the floor. Debrief happens at first light because grief does not cancel administration, which is one of civilization’s less charming design f

While right behind Liam Alice emerges from the room with a gun in her right hand. "Drop your gun on the floor and surrender!" Alice pointed her gun at Dark Blood. Dark Blood laughs and shook his head. "How possible is that, woman? Do you think your gun scares me? Let me help you understand one thing, all of us here are not leaving here alive. Is either I kill you all or you kill me. But there's only one option though, that's me taking you all down. And to start with, this guy here who has ruined my $10,000 deal will die first".