Deadshot Suicide Squad Gun Novels & Stories

“Focus on not dying.” My stomach twisted, Alvez’s crew, no doubt. Some carried pistols, some rifles, one idiot even swung in with a shotgun, firing blasts that rattled the entire steel frame of the warehouse. Vector dropped him with a quick shot between the eyes. “That’s five down in the last two minutes.” Vector ducked as bullets sprayed across the crate. “How many more are we supposed to kill before they get tired?” “They don’t get tired.” I clenched my jaw, firing back, emptying another clip. “They get dead.”

she says "He-he wasn't a-all so awesome," I tell her "Did you shoot him?" She asks "N-no, I came home f-from college and he was here," I tell her honestly. "He was already gone when you got there?" She asks "Y-y-yes," Mika wrapped her arms around my waist pulling my back against her I turned around to hug her as we continued talking to the operator, telling her everything we knew. Eventually, we heard police sirens coming, "I'm going to hang up now, okay?" The lady asks

Half the SUVs stuttered and died, alarms shrieking before cutting out. Chaos erupted. Suppressors coughed from the catwalk—short, sharp bursts that sent two gunmen sprawling. The ground team lobbed tangler rounds, sticky foam pinning legs to the wet asphalt. A flash-bang rolled under the second SUV and detonated in white silence, disorienting the squad scrambling for cover. Ethan advanced, pistol steady, his silhouette a ghost in the storm. “This is what happens when you step into my world, Kane.” The Clash

The smoke clears and I drop to the ground beside Quade’s lifeless body that lies on the floor, his mouth still open in shock, blood pouring from his chest. I can see the bullet lodged in his chest, a bullet that killed him instantly. What the hell is this? He laughs manically. “These bullets are an impressive thing, don’t you agree? You know there’s only a few left out there… a certain man who goes by Schurke Wolf made them… Ah, it’s just a shame that he discontinued them… one shot and you're dead. Shifter or not.” “You’re fucking sick! How could you kill someone who trained you as a child!” I snarl, standing up.

He was dead. Even Vincent looked stunned, his eyes widening at the sight of Liam's lifeless body. After processing what had happened, he turned his gaze back onto me, fury and pure hatred radiating from his face as soon as he locked eyes with me. He pulled out a handgun that was hidden underneath his suit jacket, aiming it directly at me. I closed my eyes and awaited my inevitable fate. But nothing happened, just the sound of the gun, I opened my eyes to see that Tessa was in front of me, her hand clasped her stomach where she was shot.

The sound of the gunshot echoed through the garage like a thunderclap. Iza felt a spray of heat on her face. She looked back, her heart stopping. Dark was standing between her and the SUV. His hand was pressed to his shoulder, a dark, spreading stain blooming on his charcoal tuxedo. Silas was standing by the car, his cane raised—it wasn't a cane. It was a single-shot firearm, disguised as a gentleman’s accessory. Silas looked at his son, his face a mask of cold, clinical disappointment. "If I can't have you, Dark... no one can."

“I’ll talk! I’ll talk! Please!” I lowered the gun. “Good.” He gasped. “If I tell you… will you let me go?” I smiled. “Of course.” I glanced at Lucian. “Record this.” “Dexter Paredes!” he blurted. “It was Dexter Paredes!” Silence. Then— Two gunshots. Straight to his chest. “W-why…?” He choked on blood. “One of your bullets killed my people.” I stared down at him. Cold. Empty. “See you in hell… boy.”

Pft. From the shadow of the shattered entrance doors, a secondary cartel tactical squad stepped onto the marble, their suppressive rifles releasing a continuous, high-velocity volley of specialized silver-tipped ammunition rounds. Three heavy bullets slammed directly into Alexander’s right thigh and abdomen, the explosive silver powder instantly vaporizing his flesh and sending a visible shockwave of agonizing heat through his muscular torso.

“Please! They have nothing to do with this! I don’t know anything!” I uncrossed my legs and stood slowly. I walked over to the boys. One of them was shaking so hard I could hear his teeth chattering against the gag. I pulled out my pistol, a sleek .45 with a suppressor and pressed the barrel against the older twin’s thigh. “Last chance,” I told her, eyes locked on hers. “How did Rossi know?” “I swear on their lives, Vito, I don’t—” I pulled the trigger. The suppressed shot cracked like a whip. The boy screamed through his gag and collapsed, blood pouring from the wound in his leg. His brother started crying, muffled and broken.

He turned his back. The little bastard turned his back on me. I flicked my fingers. A silent order. Three of my men emerged from the shadows, stepping out behind him…guns drawn, ready to end him. But Zed… He didn’t even flinch. What happened next was a blur of speed and violence. Before I could blink— BOOM. The first man dropped with a bullet through his skull. BOOM. The second collapsed, blood spraying across the rooftop tiles. The third didn’t even get to raise his gun before Zed’s bullet tore through his chest, and he dropped dead, blood pooling out.