Deadshot Gun Suicide Squad Novels & Stories

“Who else is left?” She smiled wider. “More than you can handle. And they already have people inside your precious new council. People who smiled at your wedding announcement today.” Leo’s blood ran cold. He pressed the barrel harder. “Names. Now.” Before she could answer, a final gunshot rang out from the darkness. The woman jerked once and slumped dead in Leo’s grip — shot by one of her own remaining loyalists from across the warehouse. That gunman was dropped instantly by Kai. Silence fell.

“Sort of our own Alpha. Beast killed him yesterday, along with the second-in-command. Now I’m in charge.” “You said you’re Delta, right? What happened to the third guy?” Alpha Steven asks, clearly catching on the hierarchy of the Death Squad. “I killed him, too.” I get a confused look from Leo at this. “The scarred wolf.” I add, making him nod in understanding. “How did you kill the commander, Luna?” I turn to Alpha Armstrong, slightly surprised at the name. “I ripped his heart out.” I answer him, getting shocked faces from all the Alphas.

"I promise." Aiden's team emerged from the darkness of the densely growing trees a few minutes later. They resembled a private army—or rather, a private commando squad. Ten people, all dressed in combat clothing and all heavily armed, swept the area and secured the assassins' bodies—yes, bodies. None of them survived the shooting. I vaguely heard that the fourth shooter got two bullets: one hit below his left shoulder, and the other went through his heart. One of those bullets was mine.

A stream of multiple gunshots pierced through the air. The hundreds of armed fighters from the Shadow Elite's Squad concurrently. With all of them firing multiple shots each, the effect was like a prolonged gunshot. If not listen to carefully, one could have easily mistaken it for the multiple consecutively sound of thunder. Each shots fired by each of the hundreds of armed fighters of the Shadow Elite's Squad were more than enough to extinguish all of Rocky's men. The eighty odd mens from Rocky's Group fell dead almost at once when the shots fired. Every one of them had more than five gunshot wounds on their bodies.

Face was covered in blood from wiping away the stains of hair that fell in my face and the sweat because it felt like a damn workout. In my eyes you are a pussy when you think you only need a fucking gun to protect yourself, thinking you are the men and no person in their right man would think to challenge , would fear you just at the mere sight of a gun but not me apparently. I’m not anyone, I’m Aaliyah, assassin of the Italian mafia known as Shadow of death.

“You’re lying, Dante!” Dante’s laugh echoed, his gun raised, but Kai moved faster, his shot piercing Dante’s chest, a second to his head. Dante collapsed, his body crumpling, his taunt a final blade. The Syndicate’s leader was dead, his elite guards faltering, their fight draining as Kai and Gianna rallied their team. The warehouse fell, mercs surrendering or fleeing, the Syndicate collapsing in Dante’s wake.

"What the fuck are we to do now? You fucking killed her!" "This is fucking over for us, do you understand that? We're fucking fucked!" "Shut the fuck up, cunts! this is over when we're over yeah, and that means dead!" Their leader thundered back as he stepped towards them, his voice towering over theirs. Chad was shivering in his bones and trying his best to stay calm now. He shut his eyes, trying to concentrate on his last prayers. Kabooom! Another gunshot echoed! It must be me, I must be dead, Chad though to himself.

After a moment Dave muttered, “Well… that was embarrassing.” They walked back inside their bedroom side by side. Laying flat on his back Dave thought about the good times he had with his wife, after all he had been sober for days to think about the bad times, he wondered how it got to them wanting each other dead. Thoughts rushed through his mind like a nonstop flowing river. “Maybe I should just let her kill me, it’s not like I am of any use in this house, besides she will finally be free of this suffocating marriage and the child does not have to bear witness to a failure as a father”. At that moment Lisha woke up to pee and suddenly she froze.

87 T H E A Sebastian committed suicide. He ended his own life with a gun in his head. No one even knew how he had a gun in the first place and no one had any idea he was going to do that. He was supposed to meet Ben and the others tomorrow for a reunion. He was supposed to live a new life after being sentenced in prison for seven years. He was supposed to live in a tropical place and start a new life for himself. He was supposed to live a life filled with dreams now that he is out in prison.

He paused deliberately, his eyes flickering ever so subtly in my direction. The room fell deathly silent. Everyone waited, holding their breath for the final pronouncement. "Murder." The word hit like a thunderclap, echoing in the shocked silence. Chaos erupted once more, the noise from the reporters deafening, while online, the live stream chat exploded with comments: "Sabrina is dead!?" "No way! How is this possible?!" "Murder? What is he saying? That Arianna and Charles killed her?" "OMG, this is wild!"