Deadshot Suicide Squad Gun Novels & Stories

, he’s shaking as the dagger fell to the ground. “The known killer of Werewolves?” Other were-rogue asks. I devilishly smirked doing my attack towards the naked man. Throwing my dagger straight to its heart. They alerted themselves as they saw how their companion turns to ashes. “Yes. I am Death. You want to be one of my favorite collections?” I showed myself yet they can’t see my face due to the black skull mask I’m wearing. They should have attacked me but my hands are quicker than them. I pulled two of my 45 caliber guns. And shoot their foreheads and hearts making their early death. My gun has a silver bullet that contains the same mixture of venom and wolf's bane.

“Let them come. They’ll leave in coffins.” Avyaan pressed the gun harder against Sinclair’s head, his voice a deadly whisper. “The problem with men like you is that you don’t know when you’ve already lost.” Sinclair’s mouth opened, but no words came out before Avyaan pulled the trigger. The gunshot cracked through the rain-soaked night, and Sinclair’s body crumpled to the ground, lifeless. --- Hardik exhaled sharply, sliding his gun back into its holster. “That’s one less problem.”

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.”

Reaching into my other pocket, I retrieved a heavy, matte-black cylindrical suppressor. I stared at the metal in my hands, a dark, merciless promise settling over my heart as I screwed the silencer onto the threaded barrel of the gun. The soft, grinding squeak of metal locking into place was the only sound I allowed myself to make. Somewhere beneath the ice in my veins, a small voice reminded me that every second mattered, that Elena's life depended on precision, not rage. "Change of plans," I whispered, pulling the slide back to ensure a round was chambered. I looked at Liam, my eyes dead and focused, every trace of humor gone from my face. "We're shooting them down."

Following the gunshot, the figure fell into the room, and at the same time, the woman beside me screamed at the top of her lungs, her body jerking upright, but I held her down, whispered into her ear to stay calm and she slowly relaxed into the bed. I turned on the lamp, illuminating the room in a dim light before reaching for the intruder who was laying on the floor, in their pool of blood. Whoever that was, was dressed in black, but I didn't approach them carelessly. I made sure to put a few more bullets into them before heading over. Kicking them over and pulling the mask off their face, it was a man. I opened his mouth, and as I thought, his tongue was cut off. This person was from a sui

" It's not working." This got on Derrick's nerves and he cocked his 45.colt. and pointed it at HD, who was squatting beside Ice and backing the others. Everyone was startled. HD clenched his fists and locked gaze with Ice. Ice glanced at the gun, rolled his eyes and closed them again. "I know you don't care about dying but if you don't give me what I want right now, I will not just kill your partner, I will also make sure you stay alive and die a thousand times."

“Looks like you have to join your comrades in hell now, Lucas,” I said as I pointed the gun on his head. Blood was dripping on his face as he knelt down in front of me, “I-I’m begging you, Sylus. Forgive me, please… I still have a family… I have a wife…I— Before he could even finish what he was about to say, I already pulled the trigger and shot him dead. “Pleading won’t work on me, Lucas. Especially for a fucking traitor like you.” I said as I tossed the gun to the floor and removed the gloves I was wearing.

“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.

“Stay out of it.” I pressed the gun to Scarface’s head and pulled the trigger. Click. Second spin. Click. Selena sobbed. Lucas stepped forward. “Stop this, bro. You don’t need to do this.” He was crying. Shaking. Pissing himself. Then the third. Boom. Blood exploded like a fucking firework. Scarface dropped. Dead before he hit the ground. Selena screamed like a banshee. Her knees buckled. She collapsed onto the gravel, hands over her face, shaking like a kid.

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