Deadshot Weapons Suicide Squad Novels & Stories

The room buzzed with a faint, yellowish glow as a man, face obscured by shadows, stepped forward. He deftly removed a cloth covering a series of wooden boxes, revealing an array of concealed weaponry. Francisco approached the boxes, his eyes narrowing with a calculation. With a precision that hinted at a routine, the man used a grubber to unlock the wooden boxes. Francisco leaned in, his eyes scanning the weaponry with a practiced gaze. Among the arsenal, he spotted the familiar form of an AK47. Without hesitation, he reached for it, checking its mechanisms with a silent nod of approval.

Half the SUVs stuttered and died, alarms shrieking before cutting out. Chaos erupted. Suppressors coughed from the catwalk—short, sharp bursts that sent two gunmen sprawling. The ground team lobbed tangler rounds, sticky foam pinning legs to the wet asphalt. A flash-bang rolled under the second SUV and detonated in white silence, disorienting the squad scrambling for cover. Ethan advanced, pistol steady, his silhouette a ghost in the storm. “This is what happens when you step into my world, Kane.” The Clash

Before Dante could even take a breath, the deafening roar of three massive V8 engines violently shattered the quiet of the docks. Blinding, high beam headlights cut flawlessly through the dense fog. Three matte black, heavily armored SUVs violently mounted the concrete pier, completely blocking the only exit. The heavy doors swung open. Silas and the ghost squad poured out like living shadows, their suppressed tactical rifles instantly raising to their shoulders. A dozen bright red laser sights painted flawless, lethal dots directly onto Dante's chest and forehead. But it was the man who stepped out of the lead vehicle that made Dante's blood run completely cold.

Silver darts flew through the sky like arrows, coming for Quincy. Zack's secret weapon was called the Meteor Shower, and he planned to use it only in life-or-death situations. That was the ideal time for him to use it as he was desperate. It happened out of nowhere. Quincy's fragile body trembled with shock and rage, and she had no time to react. She had not expected Zack to be so despicable that he would still wish to kill her.

Omar reminded his mom of more tragically funny things that happened that Halloween night. “Yeah, I remember now. That toy machine gun kept poking him in his booty and he kept saying how he couldn’t breathe through his Deadshot mask. He also kept talking about how his underwear felt too tight beneath his pants.” Amy’s laughter choked her up. She remembered watching her husband walk down the sidewalk, trying to adjust his Deadshot costume by tugging on his butt, and his crotch. She remembered thinking about how Will Smith gracefully sported the costume in Suicide Squad, making it look easy.

So pretty with pure silver blades, black leather handles and all sizes from a small paring knife to a machete. “I ain’t saying shit! Might as well kill me now!” He barked “Oh, you will be dying today. The question is how long it will take. You see, Alpha Kyle has a certain way about doing things and I am anxious to see how long it will take you to die. It is pretty painful so it could be quick or it could be very very slow. Like days slow.” “Doesn’t matter. I ain’t fucking saying shit!”

Was all Hakim could say next as Officer James fired his pistol with the bullet hitting its supposed target, Hakim's forehead. The sound of the gunshot tore through the room just as the bullet tore through to the back of Hakim's skull as he fell face flat to the ground, dead.

A profound, cosmic grief filled him. Northstar woke with a gasp, sitting bolt upright. Cold sweat soaked his shirt. “What a nightmare…” he muttered, his voice rough. He focused inward, sensing the lingering traces of the invasive thoughts. A cold, familiar detachment settled over him. “Guess we have unwanted visitors in the forest. And they’re bringing their fears with them.” In the Forest – The Dark Soldiers’ Team Elliot and Amy were not alone. A squad of six elite security personnel, including a still-sulking Arnold, moved with them through the thickening woods. Elliot had decided backup was prudent.

Three sleds disabled. Two functional. Then the two functional ones surfaced. They came up at the basin's edge on the western side, the entry points of the aquatic suits breaking the surface with minimal splash. The suits were sleek and dark, built for exactly the environment they'd been in — full coverage, sealed, with the helmet-mounted systems that gave them the Archive's standard situational awareness package. Each of them was carrying a standard Archive sedative rifle in one hand. And in the other hand, a canister that Silas identified from the deployment documentation before either of them activated it.

He never got to pull the trigger. Silas materialized from the shadows like a demon conjured from the dark. He caught the man by his throat, his massive hand crushing the windpipe instantly, before slamming him spine-first over his knee with a wet, sickening snap. The man dropped like a stone, and Silas was already moving to the next one, his iron crowbar swinging through the dark, fracturing skulls and breaking limbs with mechanical, terrifying precision. Muzzle flashes illuminated the warehouse in short, violent bursts, but the Schmidt tactical team was flawless. Felix and Luca systematically eliminated the perimeter shooters, while Daniel stood right beside me, his silencer coughing twice,