Deadshot Weapons Suicide Squad Novels & Stories

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.

The Alphas screamed and convulsed in pain as the smell of flesh seared the air. Alex spotted the last squad member climbing up through the window. She threw a knife in his direction, surprised at how fast it left her hand. Instead of bouncing off the suit as before, it struck through and into the man's heart. He fell from the window, dead before he hit the ground.

is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished. When he finished bathing and getting dressed, he went to his secret armory. It was a bedroom inside his bedroom, it was inside the wardrobe hidden here a safe the size of a bedroom. In this room of his are all kinds of guns, blades, and other improvisations that he uses for his missions. In the middle of the armor, there is a large table, there are compartments and in each compartment has explosives like frag grenades, flash bang, and smoke grenades. There are also some different types of blades that he use. On the right side of the armory, there are the rifles M16, M4, AK47, AK74, Berreta A

Kimberly looked at the horizontal scar that ran across the man’s left cheek which was a constant reminder of one of the missions they had embarked upon. A suicide bomber had ran into her team, causing most of them to take shrapnels to their limbs and torsos. She was lucky to have come out unscathed. “Look over there” Their guide said pointing to a cloud of dust from afar. Kimberly immediately looked into her binoculars and saw a vehicle speedingly approaching the huts, while leaving a trail of dust behind. The childen stopped their game and watched the old pickup truck come to a halt. Three men alighted from the vehicle, entered one of the huts and dragged out five people with hoods over the

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

Blood splashed around and dripped abundantly from their neck. Narco uses two golden stiletto-type weapons. They have a handle with a thin, circular loop at the butt and a long, conical point designed for stabbing and thrusting. Narco finished them by ruthlessly stabbing their chest, piercing their skull and hearts out. It was a quick and clean death. Dreygur and Cataleia's lifeless bodies fell to the cold floor bathing in their blood where Mort slightly froze. Mort saw Narco enter the place earlier but he didn't sense the young man's bloodlust, so the hunk didn't do anything but now he really has nothing else to do except to look at his adopted son who has an unnamed weapon with its pointed

"Please! We'll sign! We'll take whatever percentage you offer! Five percent! Two percent! Just don't kill us!" Valerie didn't even look down at him. She looked at Lucian. Lucian gave a single, slow nod. "Damian," Valerie purred darkly. "Clean the docks." Damian grinned, a terrifying, brutal flash of teeth. PUMP. BOOM. The heavy blast of Damian’s tactical shotgun shattered the silence of the warehouse, blowing Callaway backward off his knees. Before the remaining four union leaders could even scream, the Rossi tactical squad unleashed a synchronized, terrifying barrage of suppressed fire. In less than six seconds, the entire leadership of the rogue dock union was wiped out, their bodies colla

"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?"

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. "Dekekrankem delenfoouud." "Please," he cried out, his sight becoming fuzzy. "Please, just let her be safe." Everything around him started to spin like a dizzying ride, and he felt his consciousness beginning to break apart. But he fought to stay focused, determined not to let go until he knew his baby daughter was out of danger. Finally, with one last push, he whispered the final part of the incantation. In a bright flash of light, the baby vanished, leaving Draven all alone in the temple. He fell to the floor, his body shaking as blood continued to flow

“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.”