Genya Shotgun Novels & Stories

Joan zoomed past and picked up a much larger gun which seemed to scare the shit out of him. "Not that" He chuckled darkly before taking it out of her hands. "I didn't say be a fucking terrorist, That's a 13mm Gyrojet and we don't use that for shooting around here" He croaked and with a shrug of her shoulders, she turned away from him.

They were the mechanics, the construction workers, and the teachers who had trained shoulder-to-shoulder with Task Force Eclipse. A dozen humans flooded into the dojo, carrying heavy, scavenged Vanguard kinetic rifles. They opened fire simultaneously in a coordinated, sweeping firing line. The storm of armor-piercing tungsten rounds tore into Genesis as the liquid metal desperately tried to reform itself against the wall. The bullets didn't kill the synthetic god, but the sheer, relentless kinetic barrage severely disrupted its ability to stabilize its shifting physical form. "Eliana! Get Baraka!" Daniel yelled over the deafening roar of the gunfire, dropping the empty RPG tube and racking t

“You know, for a sophisticated-looking girl you have so much to learn about men and sex. Let me give you a piece of advice: never worry about a man looking. If he stops looking, then it's a good bet he's dead from the waist down and not much good to you anyway.” “I... I'll keep that in mind.” “Of course, that doesn't apply to a maneater like Whitney Webster. If your man starts looking too closely at something like that, then you need to bring out the big guns.” “The big guns?” “Yes, honey. You either shoot her, or you get your man a hundred miles away.” “Hundred miles it is! We're going back to San Francisco this afternoon,” Genie said thoughtfully. “Perfect timing,” was Ann's final comment

What's wrong with Shin? * To Be Continued *

She walked towards the table and peered down on the varieties of gun ranging from the pistol to the machine gun. "These are my babies." Jessy grinned devilishly at her. Her hands introduced the guns. "Here is the rifle, it's a bit rusty for learners, this one's called a shotgun. And this is the magnum, the revolver and here is my favourite Uzi." Jessy pointed the Uzi submachine gun at Dale. "Please don't joke with these things." Dale begged but Jessy was now acting so serious. "I said get down!" Jessy shouted in a louder tone. "On your knees."

I said before picking up a hand cannon of a pistol, "What's this one?" "That would be the PZ 600, the bullets underneath are as natural as you are, anything you hit with that will go down, money-back guarantee." I tied the holster to my side and all the ammunition in my bag, before setting the gun in the holster. Jameson and Damien were gathering stuff, Jameson just picking out what looked good while Damien was more methodical with his choices. Then I saw it, a weapon so perfect it didn't even look real. There was a scythe on the back wall, split in color down the middle, one side silver the other side gold.

I was literally shitting bricks, I mean they said I could even die during these things. I held a gun in my hand, and the other stuffed in my boot, both were berreta 89. They were the ones I choose for my first trial out, as they seemed light and Satiny. Just as I said they SEEMED to be light but they weren't in reality. But I liked it anyways. "You nervous?" Oikawa nudged my shoulder while on the lookout for the enemy. "Haha of course not." I replied with sarcasm. I followed behind them as we commenced ahead into the building.

The only difference between the two is Promethians have nerve cords that stick out of the back of their heads going to their hips For his weapon, Clayton uses a modified Magnus 12-inch barrel – a Type 1 Gatling gun code-named as the “Trencher”. This firearm could fire over 2400 rounds per second and uses a 90mm Pandemonium-class caliber round – an impact-based high explosive round. This gun can create trenches on its own compared to all of its counterparts. This new type can destroy a bunker by firing just a quarter of its magazine in contrast to anti-air batteries used against tanks that look like a windup toy.

Gu Liang glanced upstairs, "Bought back last year for viewing, German Tekken 3-style 60mm bazooka, maximum effective range of 500 meters, equipped with optical sights, night-fighting infrared display." The words slightly paused, he looked at Murong Cheng with a smile on his face, "As far as I know, no one should be able to use this inside those people upstairs." "Big brother!" Not far away, Gu Yan ran out from the building, almost dancing on his hands and feet in excitement. "It's great that you're okay!" Gu Yan saw that Gu Liang was unharmed, and his emotions rose even higher, "Thanks to Ms. Mu just now! You didn't see the way she fired the cannon, it was simply handsome! Miss Mu saved me a

The sound of gunfire filled the air as both Yelena and the guards unleashed a barrage of shots, a desperate attempt to fend off the relentless assailants. My hands shook as I clutched the handgun, each shot sending a jolt of adrenaline through my veins. The reality of the situation gripped me—the need to fight for survival in a world that had suddenly turned hostile. "Zoey, aim for their tires!" Yelena's command cut through the chaos. I took a deep breath, attempting to steady my trembling hands. Focusing on the pursuing vehicles, I aimed for the tires, each shot a prayer for an escape from this nightmare.