Deadshot Suicide Squad Gun Novels & Stories

Hera thought that she will die, but that's when everything happened so fast, which she did not expect. Neil burried the knife into Sussane's back. Sussane froze with shock and pain. Her finger slipped from the gun. Hera didn't waste any time. She turned the gun so that the nozzle is facing Sussane and fired it. The bullet burried inside Sussane's heart. Everything became quiet at once.

I like having a grand entrance. "What's new?" I said reluctantly and leaned back in the chair. "The guns," he reminded me of something I almost forgot, I am the death dealers' leader of this faction. I hate it when my guns leave my body. It's my other half. I'm sorry babies. I pursed my lips as I took my two Beretta 93R. Contains silver bullets with ultraviolet ammunition which can be used for both vampires and lycans. This is my favorite weapon for being fair.

Death was close, and he’d dance with it if it came. Jeremiah breached late, trailing Jeremy’s squad—too slow, too loud. He rocked a plate carrier, SCAR-H with a suppressor, 7.62 rounds ready to punch holes. The docks were slick, air cold, his breath fogging faint. Then—a crack. Sniper round, .338 Lapua, high vantage—Hammer's man's work. It tore through Jeremiah’s hip, bone shattering, flesh splitting wide. He dropped hard, concrete biting his knees, a scream choking in his throat as blood gushed hot.

“Pull the trigger. Prove you belong in this world.” Her hands shook. “If I don’t?” Dante smiled. The chair creaked as it tilted slightly toward the pit. Annabelle whimpered. Sienna’s vision blurred. This was it. The stain Damien warned her about. She walked to the crate. Picked up the gun. The man sobbed quietly. “I’m sorry,” Sienna whispered. She pulled the trigger. The sound cracked through the warehouse like a bone snapping. The man collapsed. Dead. Sienna stood frozen, gun still raised, ears ringing.

Looking at the gun, it was not the tranquilizer gun she used earlier on her two nurses, but and actual 9mm black gun. Anderson frowned slightly. The whole situation was getting extremely annoying. It was almost as if someone was just messing with him. That someone being Suit. The situation would get better at one moment, then turn for the worse the next. To Anderson, there was nether rhyme nor reason to anything that had happened so far, and he was getting fed up with it. He was tempted to end things. Just allow the doctor to put a bullet in his head and just end things. However, he did not want to give Suit the satisfaction of ending things on those terms. Whatever he had to throw he was re

Smoke drifts up between us like a ghost. “You want to repeat that, Luka?” My voice stays low, almost bored. He swallows, but the arrogance doesn’t quite leave his eyes yet. “I’m just saying what we’re all thinking. Loose ends get us all killed eventually.” I feel the weight of the Glock in my shoulder holster like it’s begging. My pulse doesn’t even jump. It never does anymore. Before he can open his mouth again I draw, aim, and fire. One clean shot through the mouth. Teeth shatter, blood sprays in a wet arc across the marble. His body jerks once, hard, then slumps forward, chair scraping loud as it tips.

"Daddy will keep you safe." As he started to say the magic words that would take her to safety, an arrow flew past his ear and struck the wall behind him. He had hardly any time to react when another arrow hit him right in the chest. The sharp pain shot through his body like a lightning bolt, making him stagger backward. Draven felt blood oozing from the wound. He fell to his knees but refused to give up. With every bit of strength he had left in him, he kept saying the spell, even though his voice was getting weaker with each word he spoke.

The shield turned into a swarm of black needles, whistling through the sterile air. ​Two of the guards dived for cover behind a heavy medical cart, but the needles found the gaps in their armor. The sound of metal piercing ceramic filled the hallway. One guard fell, his rifle clattering to the floor as his suit’s systems flickered and died. ​The final guard scrambled backward, his gloved hand reaching for a canister on his belt. "They're using the jump energy! We need the dampeners—"

There were only ten and they were professionals mixed with stupid amateurs, she could try and handle them while hoping to live or discourage herself and die. She removed another gun from her boots and kissed it. ‘Don’t fail me’ she said to the silver gun as she stared at it keenly staring at it. She had no idea what the name of the gun was but it was designed by one of the mafia family under her in Italy but she heard it released three bullets at a time. She stood up and started shooting at them, she smirked when she saw two men dead on the floor. She ran to the other end of the room trying to escape the bullets from the gun but that didn’t stop her from shooting. Her Rugar LC 9 was out of b

I grabbed the bullets and rolled them on my shoulder and started the sweet engine of doom. Matteo climbed up on the car and manned the machine gun fixed on it too since the man there was shot dead. Clean aim, there's a sniper here and I caught the bastard quickly. The gun in my hand was fucking heavy but I managed to grab a knife and released it into his head. Cool… I turned on doom and the syncing of our guns, spraying bullets all over the corner and the men screaming and falling made me smile. The sickening death cries was heavenly and just what I needed to hear. It spinned hot and came to an end after releasing a ton of bullets and shells were all over the ground.