Deadshot Weapons Suicide Squad Novels & Stories

After Rihanna’s jet landed, the next one followed, carrying hundreds of assassins from Black Dragon. They were all men in black, but who would have thought that all their suits were customized to be bulletproof? Even their bodies were filled with hidden weapons and various sharp killing tools. Each of them had their own code name according to their method of killing. Dustin appointed five of them as leaders to head each of their teams. Among them were LethalKill, ScarletBlade, MysticDemon, Hollowflash, and DeadlyScythe.

Assault rifles, sniper guns, and pistols lay spread out on tables, alongside the boxes of ammunition and explosives. The air was thick with the tension as Victor's men armed themselves, their faces was set in grim determination. Josh felt a shiver run down his spine as he realized the true extent of Victor's power. Victor walked out of the clubhouse, Josh were following closely behind. They entered a black SUV, its windows tinted and its engine was purring menacingly. As they drove away, Victor's phone chimed, breaking the silence. He checked the screen, his eyes narrowing as he read the message.

It was a sad, profoundly loving smile—the intimate expression of a brother looking at his sister. "Still protecting them," he murmured softly. With a sudden, deafening snap, the spear of black light cracked. The fractures spread across its dark length until the entire weapon shattered into countless pieces, dissolving into a harmless mist of silver dust that drifted into the void. The gaping wound in his chest closed instantly, leaving the pristine fabric of his dark suit entirely unmarred.

Coming to a stop right beneath his guard, I fired twice into his chest armor, followed by a third precise shot to his exposed visor. CRACK! Above us, Uncle Elias provided lethal cover, picking off the rear guards with perfect precision before they could deploy heavy grenades. BANG! BANG! BANG! In less than forty-five seconds, the heavy gunfire ceased. Absolute silence enveloped the vast corridor, save for the wail of emergency sirens and the faint scent of gunpowder lingering in the air. Twelve elite mercenaries lay lifeless on the blood-stained floor. Drake stepped up beside me, ejecting his spent magazine and swiftly slotting in a fresh one with a crisp, clear clack. He surveyed my suit, w

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

Effortlessly a dagger pierced the first guards, then cut the second guards' neck clean, stab through the 3rd guard's temple, bare hand chop the 4th guards neck, and choked the 5th guards in the air before snapping the neck. Leku swiftly ran towards the warehouse and quickly settle on his sniping positions, Xing , Lucas, and Alehandro advance slowly towards the gate, as the mercenary on top of the wall focus on the man who suddenly killing 5 militia in front of them, team 57 already have all the mercenary in their scopes. "WHY YOU!!…KKUAARRGHH!!..". (Mercenary) .

If I have to become a killer once again, then that’s what I’m prepared to do. I change into a black long-sleeve turtleneck bodysuit and slip into black jeggings with buckles around the thigh and waist. I put on a pair of black athletic sneakers and then tie my hair up into a ponytail. I then walk over to the armoury and prepare to stock up. I grab my usual thigh holsters and strap them around my waist and each thigh. Grab two Beretta 92Fs and load them with mercury-tipped rounds and secure them into my thigh holsters. I then grab my knife holster and strap it to my thigh, select my set of six diamond-shaped daggers and slip them into the holster. Each dagger is made from titanium but with me

I snapped, slipping around the crates and moving to flank. He fired in steady bursts as I darted across the warehouse, using every ounce of experience to stay low and fast. I ducked behind a forklift, steadying my breathing, then peeked out and squeezed the trigger. One down—headshot. I advanced, rage boiling in my chest like acid. Delgado was more than a supplier. He was an asset, a bridge to military-grade gear, encrypted intel, and next-gen weaponry. And now he was dead, slaughtered like a dog in my territory.

Jake smugly announced. “Fuck shit! This is so hard; I’m fucking cumming for you Jake! Oh God, this is going to be a big one!” And it was. Both of them combined their juices inside one another and moaned piercingly loudly. But Jake wasn’t done yet. He wanted to lap it all up. “Now you hot bitch, you keep cumming for me, so I can taste your sweet slit juices!” “Oh shut up you two!” Zack unexpectedly shouted “You’re worse than a p**n movie!”

The blade vibrated in contact with the suit. They're now grinning at me sluggishly. Speaking after being rendered dead by the suit is prohibited. But the other guy who got shot still had vitality left in him. "Damn it, you got us," he said. "Tell us. How many are you on the neutral grounds?" He finished talking right before his life ran out. I answered since they're dead anyway. "Eleven." Their eyes widened in doubt. I took one of the sniper's weapons and used the scope to see my teammates' current situation.