Detroit Become Human Guns の小説・ストーリー

(THIRD PERSON’S POV) Denver Williams walked in with his deadly expression mirroring the evil in his heart. He wasn't wearing his suit jacket, and his shirt was unbuttoned at the collar. His dangerous aura seemed to fill the warehouse simply with his arrival. He looked at the scene with a cold, hateful expression. In his hand was a heavy black pistol. He didn't look scared; he looked like a man who had decided he had nothing left to lose. "Enough of this!" Denver’s voice cut through the noise of the gunfire.

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.

REIGN “One more finger.” I ordered while lighting my cigarette. One of my men placed the trembling man’s left hand on the table and another quickly chopped off his pinky finger, equalizing the two hands. The unfortunate man let out a loud scream as he clutched his hand close to his chest. “So,” I blew out the smoke, “where's my truck?” I asked and the man shook in fear, sweat drenched his body and his lips trembled. “I don’t..”

He knew there were no bullets in it but, hopefully they wouldn't call his bluff. "Hey man," the man put his hands up. "Are you Seven from the Sabers?" "Who wants to know?" He cocked his gun hoping that they would be intimidated and run away. Four other men appeared from around the corner and a couple more jumped down from the roof of the store. He was surrounded. "You're on our territory, man." The guy smirked and shook his head. . "You should know better than to trespass on someone's else's territory." "I don't even associate with them anymore. I'm done living that kind of lifestyle." Seven explained as he slowly backs away.

Rows upon rows of guns lined the walls, each one meticulously positioned as if they were pieces of a grand puzzle. "Behold our arsenal," Simon's voice echoed through the dimly lit space, a hint of pride lacing his words. Drake's gaze fixated on the guns—pistols with sleek barrels, rifles with scopes that seemed to peer into the distance, and shotguns with their sturdy frames. The cold metal against his skin sent shivers down his spine. He reached out to touch the polished surface of a pistol, its weight both reassuring and unnerving in his hand. "These are more than tools," Simon said, his voice carrying a gravity that matched the surroundings. "They are instruments of protection, of power."

I added in an emotionless tone and ejected the empty magazine off my Beretta 9mm pistol. " Now let's go fuck 'em fuckers" I said sounding badass as I slammed a new mag in my gun and cocked it. Although deep within me, I'm scared. But we still have to stand our ground, never go down without a fight, I thought. Austin inhaled and exhaled heavily, raising his gun, he released two bullets that left two infected dead. By now, the weight of the infected on the walls is increasing and I sensed that it will soon end. I promised myself never to go down without a fight.

Agents crowded around, their hushed voices buzzing with relief and even, dare I say, hope. Weapons meant strength. They also meant survival. It was a clear sign that Dennis would have to bleed before he ever got the better of us again. I couldn’t help smiling as I ran a thumb over the polished slide of a pistol. I’d been using the same piece for months; it was reliable, scarred with constant use. But this was new and exciting. It honestly felt like a promise, a silent vow that we could fight back or die trying. “Looks like Christmas came early,” Abel said, hefting a shotgun like a kid with a toy.

It took everything he had, to say the things he’d said a hundred times to other thugs. Nate came up and joined him, both of their muzzles inches from the human’s face. They were so on the edge of their rage they didn’t hear the guy fumble for his pocket. Suddenly the two of them were shoved to the side and a gunshot exploded in the room. Darrell and Nate leaped up and spun around. Danny held the gun, now the only one of the pack to be in full human form. He’d disarmed and shot the Latin guy in the thigh, and now Volero was screaming on the floor and holding his leg. Danny shot him again. Then he aimed it at the white guy.

he said, "belongs to me. And that includes our dear Bella." The word hung in the air between us. I didn't think. I didn't hesitate. My hand was inside my jacket, fingers wrapping around the cold metal of my gun, pulling it out in one fluid motion. Nico drew his weapon at the same time. Behind Hiram, his men did the same. The warehouse went still. No one moved. No one breathed. Hiram looked at the gun in my hand. Then he looked at me. "There it is," he said quietly. "The devil everyone talks about."

And that made me realize he was talking to no one but Nathan. "I'm not playing your game whoever you are. You're just wasting my time." Nathan said back from the other line of the phone. "Oh... I see. Let me hang you for a sec." To my surprise, Denver grabbed a gun from his waist and pulled the trigger right through my left leg closer to my waistline where my human side remains. Perhaps he knew about my metallic legs. So, he aimed for my human part. As soon as the bullet penetrated my skin, boisterous screaming echoed throughout the closed-space room.