Douglas Bullet Novels & Stories

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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.

Damien 126. It was getting dark by the time I drove to the location Vito sent me. I parked and opened the box Michael had given me to take out the gun inside. It was a silver desert eagle, eight round capacity and each bullet is fifty calibre and armor piercing round. I could smell that it was recently well oiled. It was a big and heavy gun but it was effective. I took an extra clip with me before I got out of the car. The place was an old coffee shop that was still on business but the customers were all either middle aged or old. I, Michael and Jackson were the only young people and we stood out.

I don’t think this is the right time to question him about being a mobster. “The bullet they used. 5.7FN, from a small-caliber, rebated rim, and smokeless powder,” he answers simply, making me wonder how much of a firearm expert he is. “Like the one they used in New York.” “Are they still following us?” “I lost them somehow,” Khal answers and turns the wheel quickly to our right, entering a residential block. “Laynie, I want you to do something for me,” Jason says again, looking at me over his shoulder.

"I want you and Lisa to each shoot a box of ammo. It probably wouldn't hurt for Master Scott to shoot a box either, depending on how long it's been since he shot last." In the car, she loaded the spare magazine with the new Hydra-Shok, then replaced the magazine in the gun, before popping out the bullets in it and putting new rounds in it. The gun didn't go without ammo for more than a second. Lucia showed me the two different bullets. The old stuff had a round nose; the new bullets had no nose at all. It had a mouth.