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“Before that, you’ve mentioned there being an automatic gun present at the office, do you have any idea what make it could have been? Such knowledge could greatly aid our speculation.” Gunner shook his head, didn’t care enough to know the model of the Glock. “I believe it was a G40 long slide, yes, I can name the exact model.” “Because of his obsession.” Gunner rolled his eyes as he rubbed the palms on Shadow’s desk absentmindedly. “Yeah. I couldn’t possibly mistake it for anything other than the G40 long slide, those babies are freaking awesome. The curve that it has…” Sean saw Shadow’s shade changed to a rather dark, almost like a king of jungle formulated the plan.

The Iron Wolves were engaging the first wave of the National Death Dealers’ hit squad, and the sound of suppressed gunfire was a terrifying, metallic rain against the clubhouse's reinforced exterior. Dax was at the heavy steel door of the garage, his silhouette framed by the flickering emergency lights. He held a tactical shotgun in one hand, his eyes scanning the monitors that lined the security hub. "They’re through the south gate, Mia. They’re not using bikes. They’ve got armored SUVs. These aren't just bikers; they’re professionals. Mercenaries."

Another is earning more from the market he could make as he sells his tested and proven products to his buyers who some would even come to watch the match games live when they have time, or when they are also into the sports on the show. “Well, I wasn’t going to pull any weapon out, but I don’t have the patience right now to deal with obnoxious people. The Goerge Supremo had just died and I am deeply mourning….” I spoke softly as I checked the firearm in my hands. I pulled its magazine out to see and show everyone watching my every move that it was indeed fully loaded. Then I placed the magazine back into the 9mm gun and mounted a silencer into it. “This has fifteen bullets. There are only e

He wanted to make sure that Sebastian died a horrible death. "Kill him! Kill him right now!" Trevor pushed Whitney aside and pointed his gun at Sebastian, looking agitated. There was a bang. Liam closed his eyes and slammed his fist on a rock beside him. Tears slid down his cheeks. Even Gavin couldn't help closing his eyes at the sound of the gunshot. Since the enemy knew that Sebastian was a Warrior, they would have used the special bullets made for martial arts practitioners! However, there was nothing Gavin could do except to watch Sebastian die from a gunshot!

How many fucking guns does he have? Times stops, but before he can pull the trigger, a final shot rings out, and his head collapses to the ground with the bullet perfectly sinked into his temple, and his weapon clatters from his hand to the floor. He is…. dead. He is dead. Despite the haunting sounds of the sirens outside, my hold on Frosty tightens, my heart pounding with relief and gratitude that she made it out alive. We made it out alive. When we are finally clear of the warehouse, I pull her into an ambulance waiting for us before I get in. Her eyes are weak and open, and she turns her face to me.

The man mumbled with a hoarse voice, bringing his head down and looking sideways to continue making his list — something he was doing before she showed up. "El Depredador, Sobek Special, Double Clutch sniper guns, El Rubi and Ciervo Macho shutguns as well. I'm hoping you'd have the aforementioned here tonight." She gruffed, dropping a cheque on the table before him. He lifted up his head slowly to take a closer look at her as she drew near to him with those words coming out from a young teenager's lips.

I don’t think that it would be good for him if he killed his second boss. But then one of the men just put the gun against Antonio’s temple and said something that I didn’t catch. I raised my gun ready to fire, but Sergey was quicker than me and his bullet got the man right in the middle of his head. And thanks to the suppressor, the sound was muffled, so no one knew where it came from. “What the fuck?” Alessio cursed, jumping back as his eyes grew while watching one of Antonio’s guards fall dead on the ground.

The doors simply forced themselves apart with a violent, mechanical groan, the pneumatic seals breaking under the pressure of industrial hydraulic spreaders. Six men stepped out of the black shaft. They moved with terrifying, fluid silence—a ghost squad clad in matte-black tactical gear, suppressed submachine guns raised, their faces obscured by panoramic night-vision optics. They didn't sweep the room like police; they moved like a death squad executing a rehearsed slaughter. Julian’s heart hammered against his ribs. He opened his mouth, a desperate, pathetic plea forming on his lips. "Wait! I’m Julian! I—" The squad leader didn't hesitate. He raised his suppressed rifle, aiming the laser s

A voice pulled me out of my thoughts and I looked back to see my men, the squad I’d called while I was on my way here and like I’d asked, they all came prepared. “Kill whoever and whatever you come across, Yvette and Levi are somewhere in there, I’ll find them and I need you guys to cover me.” I said, raising my hand. They didn’t need me to spell what I wanted out for them before handing me my gun, it was an ACR 6.8, fully loaded and ready for shooting. Without thinking twice or even batting an eyelid, I made my way in as fast as I could and I was hit with the most unpleasant stench ever, a smell I hated but I’ve had to live with.

"Di, what dafuq now?" "It's a deadly neurotoxin Colt. He won't die right away, but his whole body will shut down in a matter of months. There's no cure, no way to save him. And I'm pretty sure she knows it." "Dafuq, did he do to her that she offed him?" "Seriously, Colton, that's what you're asking?"