Genya Shotgun Novels & Stories

"They’re coming back for their 'Product.'" "Let them come," the woman with the scar said, racking a shotgun that looked like it had been built in the 20th century. "We’ve been practicing our 'Returns' for a long time."

Rhayan cried when the bullets hit the tinted glass window of their car. Rihanna hugged their son tightly to soothe his fear, her eyes filled with worry as she looked at Dustin. Thankfully, they were riding an Alpine Armored Bentley Bentayga. If not, the bullets would’ve already pierced through and hit his family. He deliberately chose this car, knowing danger always followed them. This vehicle was designed to withstand 7.62mm lead core, 5.56x45, M80 ball rounds, and even 2 DM51 hand grenades—why the earlier grenades had no effect on them.

Each center hit was worth 50 points, and I had nailed every single one. Asher clapped, impressed. “You’re amazing. You’re even better than me now, Wife. I’m so proud of you.” His words warmed my chest. I smiled and turned to Grandpa, who shook his head while laughing. “Okay, okay, you win again,” Grandpa chuckled. I pointed at the shotgun he was holding and raised an eyebrow. “This is heavier than a real shotgun. Real ones are like 3 to 4.5 kilos. This one’s at least six.”

The time was now 1:14pm and she could make out some movement at the glass door which opened as two huge Japanese men in black suits walked out, followed by another of average height behind them. She moved her sniper slowly to the right as the men made their way across the parking lot to their black sedan. Looking through the scope of the magnified glass attached to her weapon, she held her breath as the chest of one of her target’s bodyguards appeared on the crisscross mark, which was immediately followed by the bald head of the yakuza boss.

“But for that, you’ll be requiring legs and I am afraid, I would have to snatch them from you if you dare take one step out of this room.” He hissed and the next moment a loud sound pierced through the walls as he shot a bullet just an inch away from his right foot. “THE HELL MAN!!” Brandon screamed in fright and jumped back in shock. His heart lurched to his throat. Catching his rugged breaths, Brandon lowered his eyes to the clouds of smoke that were escaping through the nozzle of his Armatix. Dylan eyed his horrifying reaction. Amusement etched on his face as he twirled the gun between his fingers and lowered his hand. Tucking it back into his waistband, he sashayed towards him and halted

He pressed his thumb against a discreet scanner hidden in the trim. Click-hiss. A hidden compartment slid out from the undercarriage of the vehicle. Inside, resting on black foam, lay pure devastation. Baek reached in. He pulled out two H&K G36C compact assault rifles, their matte black finish gleaming in the rain. He grabbed a bandolier of magazines. Then, he pulled out a Kel-Tec KSG shotgun, a bullpup pump-action nightmare capable of holding fourteen shells. Ryu’s eyes went wide. "Holy shit."

There was no manufacturer's mark, just a laser-engraved serial number. It was an elite ghost gun. Far superior to her old Beretta. “Wow...” Helena's “dangerous girl” side took over. “Can I take it apart and look at the mechanism?” She looked at him with eyes shining with expectation, like a child who had just won the most expensive toy in the store. When he met that radiant gaze, Henrique's anger dissipated, replaced by affectionate resignation. He couldn't stay mad at her for long. He nodded his head in permission.

Another 'precaution'. I moved closer to him while he reloaded his gun and pulled the trigger again, flicking the safety switch and moving to put the gun back in the shed. “What's that?” Nathan rested the gun in its place with the assault rifles. “Enfield L-85.” I moved closer to take another look at it. It looked like those guns you would go to war with, a thick body, switching to a skinny barrel at the front. It had an extra handle thing on the bottom, in front of the lever, and it was camouflage.

"It's a gun that fires projectiles pneumatically with compressed air or other gases that are mechanically pressurized without involving any chemical reactions, in contrast to a firearm, .. "Fuck Isha! Just stop it okay!? This is literally shit"! Yazaan screamed, Jaden was speechless because it seemed real, I mean the way she pulled it you know....she was like a professional. "Where the fuck did you get this shit! Where did you buy it"? Yazaan asked. "I got it from that electronic shop at the mall...what ? you like it? I can come with you to get yours" she said. "Wait! Aren't they supposed to be selling phones? Which shop exactly "? He asked .

"I know you're good at martial arts, and I know that I'm no match for you. But Yetta, please don't make me do this." Mango's gun-wielding posture was on point and her steady hands showed no hint of nervousness. Yetta recognized that the gun in Mango's hand was a small version of AK47. "You actually know how to shoot? Ha, you even have a gun! Well Mango, I guess both Abyss and I have underestimated you."?