Dodging A Bullet Novels & Stories

papa smirk, kitang kita ko sa taas, bumaba ito ng walang kahirap hirap saka kinuha ang kutsilyo sa gilid, hev throw it to the guy who is holding a gun na nakatutok saakin "I pity them, ang hihina naman ata ng pinadala samin" i try my best to dodge pero may mga daplis padin na di ko na napigilan sa bilis at paulan ng bala saamin, i eliminate all guy who's holding some unfamiliar gun and destroy all things the have. Kinakabahan ako sa mga gamit na dala nila, why it feels like it's part of a plan

And when she saw Hera writhing in pain, she sighed and quickly dispose of her sniper by throwing it on the gutter. What a perfect shot. She uttered on her mind as she walks on the pedestrian lane like she didn't do anything evil. She intended to shoot her at her flank to let her feel the pain, but not enough to make it last. The bullet she used is not an ordinary one. The bullet can't kill a person or even to make that person feel the pain longer. It's a specialized bullet, made by Frazier. She made sure that she didn't hit any important organs on Hera's body. Totally, she will live.

"Danger is always nearby. Sometimes closer than you think." I didn't mind it, before I could start the car— Gunfire erupted. "Shit!" Bullets tore through the vehicle. Glass shattered, cutting into my skin. A sharp sting tore through my right shoulder—I'd been grazed. I ducked, grabbing the gun hidden in my boot. They kept firing. Only when their boss ordered them to stop—thinking I was already dead—did I strike back. One by one, I pulled the trigger. Each shot landed. With one hand shooting and the other on the wheel, I floored the gas and tore out of there.

B-Bullet? /// Preview for next chapter... Guess who said it? "You'll pay for everything."

"Dodge this!" Inihanda ko ang sarili ko na iwasan ang atake niya, ngunit nang nasa kalagitnaan na ito ay bigla itong sumabog at naging maliliit na bola, dahil doon ay naging abala ako sa pag-iwas sa mga atakeng iyon, dahilan para hindi ko mapansin ang paglapit sa akin ni Lovelace.

Bullets zipped past us, kicking up dirt. The helicopter's gunmen showed no signs of backing down. Every time one of them reloaded, another took their place, raining down bullets from above. I saw a pistol lying on the grass just a few meters away. Mabilis akong kumilos. Using Ryu's temporary distraction, I ripped myself away from his grasp and dashed toward the fallen gun. "Madelaine!" His voice barely registered. I rolled forward, reaching for the pistol. The moment my fingers curled around the cold metal, I turned—

Hindi nagtagal at nararamdaman na nila ang sunod-sunod na bala na tumama sa sasakyan nila. Bullet proof ang kan'yang sasakyan kung kaya't nahihirapan ang mga kalaban na wasakin ang mga parte ng sinasakyan nila. Mabilis din ang kan'yang pagpapatakbo at kitang kita n'ya kung paano humabol ang mga ito. "Slow down bro, kailangan kong gumanti," utos ng kaibigan sa kan'ya. "Binagalan n'ya kunti ang pagmamaneho at binuksan ni Duncan ang bintana at inilabas ang baril nito at pinaulanan ng bala ang mga sumusunod sa kanila.

tanong ni Rover nang hindi tumitingin sa kaniya. Balewala siyang umiling. “Nothing.” “Violence will never be done without a reason. Only a demon in a human body can do such cruelty and immorality towards his fellow being,” Bullet said a litany again like the usual. Napabuga siya ng hangin. “I was just... fired up too much. My punches just were just too powerful for Pistol to take.” “Tangina mo, Magnus!” sigaw naman ni Pistol na akay-akay na nina Range at Shield.

Galit kung sermon sa kanya, Nakita ko naman ang guminhawa yung mukha ni Bullet “Thank goodness you're awake! And please accept my apologies, sir. “ pagpapasensya niyang Sabi sa akin, "Did they show up?"?” Tanong ko sa kanya, “Yes, sir, that's why I kept yelling, because you were planning to kill them after all of the opponents had been shot." sagot naman ni Bullet sa akin, Oh, no! This is what happens when I'm too preoccupied with my other personality; it's not my fault; it's in my parents' DNA.

He looked like death incarnate—shirt blood-splattered, hair disheveled, veins throbbing on his neck. “I won’t tell you again.” The man chuckled. “Still possessive, I see. Still foolish.” Zech didn’t answer. Instead, he pulled the trigger. But the man dodged quick, like a phantom and ducked behind the pillar. I screamed as bullets flew past me. Zech lunged forward, pulling me down and shielding me with his body. We hit the floor hard. “Are you okay?” he asked, brushing hair from my face. I nodded, breathless. “Who is he?”