Genya Shotgun Novels & Stories

"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."

Then he unlocked the safe and Elaine and I took out the rifles and laid them at the firing positions. The guns we use are just small-caliber target rifles, bolt-action, with traditional iron sights (no scopes). They would be almost useless for hunting anything bigger than a possum, but they are fun, well-maintained, and extremely accurate. If you miss your target at Camp Dickinger, it is not the gun's fault.

Behind him, Elara’s fingers hovered over the EMP-shielded terminal, her heart hammering a frantic rhythm against her ribs. For a terrifying moment, nothing emerged from the shadows. Then, a low, mechanical whirring broke the silence. From the darkness rolled a Genesis Island automated sentry drone, its optical sensor glowing a hostile, corrupted purple instead of its standard operational blue. It wasn't patrolling; it was hunting. The drone’s twin micro-machine guns locked instantly onto Dante’s thermal signature. Dante didn't hesitate. He fired twice in rapid succession. The heavy .45 caliber hollow-points shattered the drone's optical array and pierced its battery housing. It sparked viole

Not a single one had their safety off. Ryota pulled the trigger. The blast shattered the room. Buckshot ripped through the first guy's chest, tossing him straight into a metal shelf. Before the shelves even stopped rattling, three submachine guns opened up right behind Ryota. Gunfire chewed the garage to pieces. Sparks flew off engine blocks, fluorescent lights exploded overhead, and oil drums burst open. A second guard lunged toward a rusted pickup, reaching for a weapon on the hood, but Ryota tracked him and fired, catching him square in the ribs. The guy crumpled over an oil pan and stopped moving.

Without breaking stride, Zayden unholstered his custom matte-black Desert Eagle. BANG! BANG! BANG! Three precise shots. Three shooters on the upper scaffolding dropped dead, crashing forty feet down onto the metal crates. Zayden ducked beneath a shotgun blast, drove his elbow into a mercenary’s jaw—shattering the bone to powder—snatched the fallen combat knife mid-air, and plunged the six-inch blade straight through another attacker’s jugular. Blood sprayed across the side of a shipping container, but not a single drop touched the pristine fabric of Zayden's lapels.

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

She tiptoed into the room and saw another lump with lots of hair scattered everywhere, it was her mother. The room was big and warm and had a smell of Lemon Basil Room Spray. Amaya walked to the cabinet where she knew her dad kept his guns. Her dad had two guns and insisted that her mum took one other gun around making a total of three. She opened the top drawer of the cabinet and saw a stealthy, wicked looking AGM-1 Carbine and beneath it was an Akdal Ghost TR01. She flinched as she touched the two cold guns and carefully brought them out. She kept the Akdal in one of her pockets, held the Carbine closely and tiptoed silently to the other side of the room.

Hearing this, Autumn was startled and said, “If you buy a few at once, I can sell them to you for two million each.” Philip said, “Okay, give me five.” “Any heavy artillery warcraft? Recommend one or two to me.” Hearing Philip's request, Autumn's eyes lit up. Heavy artillery warcraft was beyond compare in terms of price, so she quickly said, “The most powerful warcraft with heavy artillery is the Garuda warcraft, also known as the Sky Gunship. The Garuda warcraft has a total of 24 main energy cannons and 48 secondary energy cannons. It's the absolute overlord of the sky!