Genya Shotgun Novels & Stories

On its shoulder was a C-ranked Ragnarok Armaments Antipersonnel Chaingun, which loaded directly from an ammunition pack on the mecha’s back. Xylo was in her own mecha, a B-ranked Terra Nach Mar “Phantom” Mechanized Infiltrator. Its paint scheme was dark blues on smoke grays, in a pattern meant for nighttime incursions. On its shoulder was an A-ranked Terra Nach Mar “Executor” Sniper Cannon. Each of them wielded a C-ranked Federal Shipyards Machine Pistol, which was paired with a B-ranked Federal Shipyards “Citadel” Tower Shield. “It almost feels like we’re bullying them,” said Freya.

She cocks her head to one side. “What?” I ask. “I like this jacket.” I laugh. “This old thing? It’s just Harris tweed.” I grab some cartridges, protective glasses, and some ear defenders and break open the barrel of my gun. “Ready?” I ask her. She nods, and with her Browning shotgun open, we all walk over to the makeshift shooting area that Jenkins has set up with some hay bales. “I have the traps set just beyond that ridge for a low driven target,” Jenkins says.

Shamira walked away. Shamira went and got into her armor, then picked up the rest of her gear. She had one whip wrapped around her waist as usual and the bullwhip hanging off the side. She had two shoulder holsters, each sporting a 9mm with silver hollow-points. A couple of knives in her boots and a double-barrel, silver buckshot shotgun slung over her back made her feel like picking a fight. Probably not the best thing for her current frame of mind, but Shane had been the one to demand it.

"Well, I got stuck with that gun. Another customer ordered it, had it worked on and then skipped town. That is a unique rifle for sure. It's a reproduction of the old Winchester Model 1892 lever action. It's chambered in .454 Casull Magnum. That's where I think you might have a problem with it, though. Because it is so light and the cartridge it shoots, well to put it mildly, most men piss their pants when they shoot that thing." Elena laughed and smiled. "I'll make you a deal. If I can handle the recoil, I'll buy it. How's that?" He cocked an eyebrow and looked her up and down and shrugged his shoulders. "Okay, miss. I have an indoor range attached to the back of the building. Come around a

And In cases like this-there's only two options. Suddenly, the predator shove its fingers into Mel's chest, she grunts with her eyes wide open. Mel spout blood from her mouth as It pulled out its bloodstained hand quickly to make another strike. I throw my rifle aside, and grab my shotgun, aiming at the predator's hand. It fingers splatters as I pulled the trigger. Without hesitating, I fired again, peeling off half of its cheeks. The shotgun seems to be more effective than my rifle's tiny bullets.

She had noticed some of them took more shots than others, and she couldn’t even begin to imagine what sort of experiments had been done on them because wolves did not normally act like this, look like this. "I'm out of ammo!" Colby yelled. Kenzie quickly took off her weaponry belt and slid it to her brother just as she spotted another one of those ugly motherfuckers running up the corridor. Firing she emptied her gun into it, but the damn thing kept coming. She quickly dropped the gun to the ground, retrieving her 25-inch Gerber Gator Machete that was hanging in the sheath on her back.

"What is your purpose, Sam?" The one asked chuckled while extinguishing the remaining cigarette. "Have you finished your meal? I'm afraid what I want to know might spoil your appetite." Alfred smiled thinly. "What do you want to know?" Sam merely glanced at Hugo, who produced a black box. He slowly handed it to Alfred, who furrowed his brow. Once the box was in front of Alfred, the old man's eyes went back and forth between Sam and Gerald. "What is this?" "A Type 303 C shotgun, made in Russia. Caliber 9x8mm. It's a rare item and only owned by certain individuals. Its distribution in the North and South is tightly monitored," Sam explained as he slowly opened the box. "Do you... recognize it?

"It's still loud, though. Probably, the sound of it alone would make the bad guy go away." "You don't use a gun to scare somebody." Cole's gaze was intense. "When you pull out a gun, you mean business. Slowly, Jenny nodded, and he saw something like fire in her eyes. This is what she needs, he thought. To take back her power. He took the pistol from her and handed her a shotgun. "This is a Mossberg Maverick 88. It's a good all-around shotgun. And while you have to really aim that Glock, this guy lets you just point it in the general direction of your target."

The video disappeared and next a picture of Ice's gun came out. "This is the Mossberg 930 Snow Goose shotgun. The techniques on how to use this gun are easy, but the skill you should always remember, the gun you hold has Three skills." Said the Admiral and took out a picture. "First, it's like you're only using a normal soldier's gun because it comes out with ordinary ammunition." Admiral said and took the gun from Ice and had what was done to be two a shotgun he was holding. "Second, you can make two of these guns and the bullet that comes out of it is mixed with poisonous poison." The admiral said and re -symbolized the gun and it became a big gun that looked like a war gun.

I muttered. I eaved a sigh. Still surprised of what actually happened. “How come she killed herself?” In the same spec, I started to admire the pistol on the ground. I picked it up. It was a GLOCK-46; it had a rotating barrel breech lock system, so exciting. I learnt so much about guns from my brother. “Nonso would love this” I silently said. He was a hunter who used mere dane guns. Guns with sound loud enough to awaken the whole south-south geo-political zone when shot during his hunting expenditures at night. I started to imagine my brother bringing home games after killing them with the silent pistol, such a nice fantasy. The deed had been done. The Yoruba’s say ‘Obe ti ge omo lowo, omo j