Death Gun 소설 & 이야기

Camellia still remembered the warmth on her chest, that was his blood, warming her heart. "I must be crazy!" Herman said. "I must be crazy too," Camellia shook her head, wondering what she was thinking. It wouldn't matter if one person went crazy, but if both went crazy, then the world would go crazy. This was something that Camellia's rationality did not allow. She remembered firmly that they were both mafia members. Whether it was the Ghost Gang or the First Terrorist Organization, they were mortal enemies. She holstered her silver gun and picked up the gun from the ground. With one glance, she recognized it as the American Death Gun, with power comparable t

the guy said, looking at it while grinning A gun??...gun?? they're gonna use it one me?? Noooooooo!!!!! "I can't take a gunshot! Please, don't do this to me !"I whimpered pitifully and River chuckled "It's a nail gun our dear Luna. Not some normal kind of gun" he said and grinned "Nail gun?" I repeated with quivering lips "Yeah, it has sharp poisoned nails instead of bullets and at a shot, it releases three nails" Tammy replied and smriked " Heard once you have twenty one nails in your body, you'll stay alive in pains for three days and for those three days, the blood will turn black completely as the poison spreads, then the person dies. Why don't we try it out?" River snickered

“Now listen: you sold children, you beat them up, starve them, and you blame someone else for your crimes? I came here tonight to access both of you, turns out you're an even bigger ass than I thought. You tried to take advantage of me, thinking I'm some weakling, look where that got you. Give me one reason why I shouldn't blow your brains out right here like your friend over there?” “I will pay you, please just let me go” he begged, blood pouring from his nose profusely. “Wrong answer” “Who are you?” he questions, looking at me with fear and emotion I can't decipher. “The Death Dealer” His face pales at my answer, I pull the trigger and fire him multiple times, and his lifeless body drops w

"No.. Today the only person who will die is you! I'll not die and not my mother as well.. We'll get out of here and reunite as a family while you rot here! I'll live a happy life with my family.. I'll marry the man I love and give myself to him.. I'll have kids and watch them grow and die happily in my old age.. Nothing will happen like you thought! " I looked around and saw the table where items to make bombs were there.. One was already ready which I know was for my family..It had a timer of 3 minutes.. I placed it just enough distance so he could see the time ticking down.. He will watch his death nearing but just some centimeters apart and he won't be able to stop his death from coming..

One by one, they fell, leaving no trace of their defiance behind. Amid the carnage, the elder tried to slip away unnoticed, disappearing into the chaos like a shadow. But Damon, driven by vengeance, hunted him down without mercy. Cornering the trembling man, Damon raised his weapon and, with cold finality, delivered a single, fatal shot to the elder's head. The sharp crack of the gunfire marked the end of the former elder, his lifeless body collapsing as silence briefly descended upon the factory, broken only by the faint crackle of smoldering debris.

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She then looked at at him as she exclaimed, "How dare you!" "It's your surname though!" She slapped his arm and for a moment he lost control of the car but quickly recovered. "Shit..." Ashleigh breathed out as Damien chuckled nervously. "Sorry." "I swear if I died I would've killed you!" "How would you do that when you're dead?" "I'll possess you and make you commit suicide." Damien gave her a look. "Thats dark woman." "I love you too."

I tried to say as I stared at the brown eyes looking at me. He tsked, "It's so sad, isn't it?" He said, a wicked smile over his lips, a smile so familiar, "To die and not even know who killed you." I felt like a vibration in my chest, a little bit of pain spread from where the shot went, it was little only. His hand still over the gun, the other he held my arm and inched his face closer to my ear, "It's so iconic, isn't it? For you and your father to die at the same time." He pressed his finger over the trigger and fired again.

Vivian screamed, raising her gun toward the smoke. Through the thick, swirling gray dust, a massive, terrifying silhouette emerged. Ethan Cole walked through the shattered doorway. He didn't run. He walked with the slow, inevitable, terrifying pace of the Grim Reaper. He raised his assault rifle and pulled the trigger. The deafening roar of automatic gunfire chewed through the foyer. The two mercenaries flanking Vivian were dead before their bodies even hit the marble floor. Vivian shrieked, diving behind a heavy marble pillar as bullets shredded the plaster wall behind her.