Douglas Bullet Novels & Stories

But with steep footing that makes it another mountain to climb. Curse that damn elevator! Ace shook off the memory and went back to reality, assembling her newest baby. DRAG - Dragunov SVDK large-caliber sniper rifle. "Who needs 10 rounds anyways? One bullet is enough to end a petty fly, " she grins at the thought.

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His body fought to seal the wounds, trying to keep his blood from spilling out, but the iron made that difficult, and if they were left inside him too long, it could poison him. For a long moment, he lay on top of Charlotte, sucking air into his lungs in great gulps as his body tried to adjust to the adrenaline. His dragon was clawing at his insides, wanting to come out and defend itself, but he had to stay calm, keep his other half locked down. If he transformed now, not only would it make the news, but it would draw the Brotherhood down on his family's head. And the iron bullets would only cause more damage to him as he changed from one form to another. Iron bulletsthat was no coincidence.

Adrian asked Dave with a mocking tone. "Well, my men might have missed their target, but I'm not going to, and believe me, the bullets inside this gun are made with wolfsbane, so a single bullet is already enough to take you down. So if you don't want to know how it feels to have a poisoned bullet in your body, you are going to let us go," Dave said to Adrian, who burst into a round of laughter.

This had not been the deal. I was going to put a bullet in him if anything so much as tough the hair on his head. Bullets! Yes, the silver and iron bullets in the basement. I made my way to Duncan's basement and grabbed a magazine-loaded silver-bullet handgun, a standard semi-automatic pistol. I was about to load it when I noticed something else: a fully automatic M249 light machine gun, belt-fed and modified to fire silver rounds." I carried it out the door and made my way out of Duncan's room to a guest bedroom that gave me full view of the fight

"This is a special pistol crafted for people within the department. We call them Extrobullet Guns. They're made from the toughest of alloys, and one clip holds seven special explosive bullets. One bullet is strong enough to blow a hole through an elephant. Wilbur huffed in awe. "This is an Alloy Dagger. It can take five levels of spirit pressure and is good for battling other cultivators." Jasmine took out a dagger and placed it in front of Wilbur. Wilbur had seen this dagger before. It was the same one Ryder used.

"You tell me what I want, or I put a bullet in your brother's head." "No." Douglas shook his head. "Three," Samuel drawled. "Don't do it," Mrs. Krieger screeched, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I'll pay you," Mr. Krieger promised. "Two." Samuel stared holes into Douglas' head. "Okay. Fine. I can-I can get you the video. Just leave my family alone." "That's the spirit." Samuel adjusted his aim and fired. The bullet resounded in the metal building. Several people screamed.

"Regardless of the type of gun used, there is always one fact that remains true. Bullets hurt. And when they enter your body, they damage you. "But the loss of blood that comes after is much more dangerous compared to the bullets. Bullets only hurt when they move through you. Once they stop, only pain lingers. There's not a lot of damage from a stationary bullet in the body "The loss of blood makes it so that the body cannot function at its peak, not to mention how your body will feel heavier and heavier. Take note not to get hit."

Elon didn’t move. Neither did I. For a second the room held its breath. Then I laughed. A low, amused sound. “But things were only just getting interesting.” Douglas frowned. And that was when I fired. The bullet tore straight through his knee. Douglas screamed as his leg collapsed beneath him. His finger jerked on the trigger— But Dimitri moved faster. He shoved Elon aside just as the gun fired. The shot slammed into Dimitri’s back. He staggered forward with a grunt.

The air at the private testing range of Delyon Armaments smelled of cordite and opportunity. The sun beat down hard on the asphalt, reflecting off the steel barrels I held with a familiarity that was second nature. — “The DSR-50.” I announced, my voice projected but effortless, cutting through the background murmur of the buyers. They were men from countries with porous borders and generous defense budgets. — “Precision at 1,500 meters. Mitigated recoil system. The right tool for… dissuading distant arguments.”