Deadshot Suicide Squad Gun Novels & Stories

Grey pulled a gun, not the one with regular bullets, but with silver. He fired three times. Kade went down, he was hit on the chest, shoulder and leg.

Mae didn't find the sight gory, it wasn't the first time someone was dying in front of her but she just couldn't believe the man who had single handedly killed six men to bring her yet was just shot dead by him. "This is a Russian pistol, Tokrev Tt-33," Leo was back to swirling the gun's trigger guard around his finger when he spoke to her."Someone recently gifted it to me and look, I just launched it." He laughed and brought his face to her."You didn't think I'd just kill you like that, did you?"

The heat radiating off him was like a furnace, a intoxicating mix of feverish sweat, rain, and raw, untamed dominance. "Put a bullet in me, Ari," he whispered, his right hand coming up to grip the slide of my gun, his palm wrapping over the cold metal, forcing the barrel deeper into his own flesh. His dark eyes burned into mine, completely unbothered by the threat of death. "Because unless you kill me, you are going to tell me who the hell is standing in front of me." My breath hitched, my knuckles turning white against the grip of the firearm. I could feel the rapid, heavy thudding of his heart through the steel slide of the gun. He was mad. Fully, utterly mad.

Looking at Kaze landing on another spot unscathed, Leron raised his brows in surprise but quickly got over it. If Kaze died so easily, then he would not be here in person. With that in mind, Leron tossed the shotgun away and reached into his trenchcoat for a smaller gun. The black gun was the classic M1911, a well-known model across the world. Bang! Bang! Bang! Without a shred of hesitation, Leron fired three shots aimed at Kaze’s front and sides. Kaze dodged the bullets just in time by stepping on the concrete wall behind him, pushing himself away skillfully.

His lips moved, forming a name, DiFronzo. His voice was barely above a whisper, strained and choked. “DiFronzo… the DiFronzo…” His eyes darted upward as if trying to say more, but before the words could fully escape his lips, a deafening gunshot shattered the silence. The dealer’s head snapped back violently, the force of the impact sending a fine spray of blood across the peeling wallpaper behind him. A dark hole gaped in the center of his forehead, a perfect execution shot. His body sagged against the restraints, lifeless, his last breath stolen in an instant. The sharp scent of gunpowder mixed with the stale, musty air of the abandoned building.

The bitch was his! The 9mm spilled out onto the floor. Sophie grabbed it and tried to turn. Quinn straddled her, tried for the weapon, and felt the alien counter his efforts. It was then, as Quinn fought for control, that Sophie rolled onto her back. She remembered how he had leered from the bottom of the tanklike cell, the way the water had risen around her shoulders, and squeezed the trigger. The gunshot was loud, louder than Sophie had expected, and Quinn looked surprised. The first bullet struck his chest, the second tore a hole through his throat, and the third took the top of his head off. He tumbled backward.

My heart sinks when she suddenly points a gun at me. "I'm tired of this bitch! I'm getting rid of her!" Seven is about to stop her when she pulls the trigger. The gun screams in my head. 😱😱😱😱😱

He falls back on his chair and dies with blood oozing out of his head. " Bitch." I cuss and stand up. I walk to the side of his desk and draw out his drawers. There are bunch and list of different files. I scamper through the files and see what I wanted. I pick up the flashdrive and stuff it in my pocket. I take one last look at his corpse and bring out another gun from my Jacket pocket. I check the bullet on the gun and cock the gun. I twist the doorknob and open the door. Before his guard could make a move , I shoot him. The gun shot alerted the others as they pile in with their guns. I aim at their heads and shoot at each one of them as they rush in.

Judas stumbled back, groaning in pain, but still clung to the gun. The sharp crack of a gunshot shattered the tension in the room. Judas’s body hit the floor with a sickening thud, the gun slipping from his lifeless fingers. Derek’s gaze darted to the doorway, where Charlie stood, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her hands clutching a smoking gun. Her wide eyes filled with shock as she slid down against the doorframe, shaking from head to toe. "You saved us," Derek murmured, his voice low but firm. He gave Charlie a nod of gratitude, his expression softening momentarily.

He rushed over and tried to stop Sukie. However, Sukie, who was in a state of madness, could not listen to any advice and she was incredibly fast. In the blink of an eye, she pounced in front of Alex. Bang! The gunshot sounded suddenly, but also very timely. A bullet was fired from Big Ken’s pistol and pierced through Sukie’s forehead and into the depths of her head. Sukie collapsed at Alex's feet and died on the spot. The death was so quick that she did not even have a chance to say her last words.