Gun Atthaphan Scandal Novels & Stories

Abhimaan pulled out the gun from his back and pointed at his head and threated him in his icy cold tone “you leave here before I do something to you that I myself cannot change.” Atul shivered felling cold metal of gun on his forehead. Before today, he had seen guns only in films. This was the first experience of his life when his did not only seen but it was on his head. A bullet came out of that gun and his life ended. "What are you doing???" Aman asked him in screed tone which hearing it Abhimaan said arrogantly "That's why I told you that your homework is incomplete. Go home and ask your father-in-law who is Abhimaan Rana Pratap Singh and even after that you have a mood to die then come

" He couldn't take it. It was even more painful than death. Like a maniac, he fired at his subordinates. He was on a killing spree and kept pulling the trigger even though there were no bullets left. When Walter saw that he was out of bullets, he approached him from behind. "This happened the moment Lynch's team arrived. Are you sure it's not a coincidence?" Ashton was so mad he couldn't even think straight. He looked at him. "Are you telling me that Lynch is behind all this? I asked my men to examine his team thoroughly. They didn't bring any explosives at all. "Was it you? I didn't ask my men to look you over thoroughly upon your arrival. You're a firearms dealer. It's easy for you to prep

he hung his head in shame. I felt very disappointed in myself. I had loved this man for such a long time, made excuses for him because I thought he loved me, but he was nothing but an opportunist. “But there is an upside to all this,” he said, pulling out his phone, which was new; he probably bought it with the money he got from this scandal. He showed me his bank balance, which were a figure he could only dream of if this whole situation hadn’t happened. He looked very happy to show me this. “We made so much money we could wait for years before finding a job. "I had already paid Trisha’s father’s medical fees, so she would not bother us.

He couldn't tolerate such cheap words for Elaina. “Who do you think you are?” Aaron roared. Ishan laughed and walked to Aaron. He barked back, “No weapon. Family is under a death threat. Still, this much arrogance? Poor Mafia capo.” “Either you slap her, beat her, or let me start with your favourite,” Ishan pulled the trigger and fired toward Balckie. But Shyla and Blackie were prepared. Blackie is a well-trained animal. He slid and saved himself from the bullet. The living hall was filled with the sound of gunshots. Ishan got angry as he missed the target.

He, who initially assumed that he was unparalleled in Swallowston, broke down in fear and agony. His entire body was shaking. At this exact moment, he came to understand what it meant to be cruel. Sheldon almost lost consciousness from the agony and fear. His mind went blank from the pain. “Kill me! Kill me!” Sheldon roared. He began to beg to be killed. Adrian did not need to ask again before Sheldon took it upon himself to admit everything. “Internal Affairs and the Guardians received forty-five million dollars from Tanner to source a large batch of weapons for him. These weapons are stored in the foreign-invested company’s warehouse.

The Fallout Ayesha stood in the safe house’s dimly lit kitchen, her fingers tightening around a steaming cup of coffee she had no intention of drinking. The news played on the small television in the corner. “Global authorities are in turmoil following the explosive leak of classified documents linking multiple high-ranking officials to an underground crime network. Allegations of arms dealing, money laundering, and human trafficking have surfaced, sparking international investigations…” Adrian entered the room, his gaze locked on the screen. “We did it,” he said, his voice unreadable. Ayesha exhaled. “No. We started it.” Adrian leaned against the counter, watching her carefully. “And now Ki

“We live in dangerous times. But with your continued dedication, I have no doubt the Bureau will remain the unshakable pillar of justice it has always been. Together, we will continue to protect, to serve, and to uphold the values that make this nation great.” But then—the screen behind her flickered. Just for a moment. Barely noticeable. And then the first image appeared. Not a graduating class from Quantico. Not a drug bust. Not a handshake. But a grainy, timestamped photo of a Fitzgerald handing over an envelope thick with cash to a man whose face was unmistakably that of a cartel leader. The crates of unmarked weapons in the background were impossible to miss. Director Whittaker continue

The man pleaded. I started to pace. “One last question,” I paused, giving the guy hope that I would let him go. “Who fucked with my gun shipment?” My voice was oddly calm compared to the storm brewing underneath my skin. If Moretti was dipping into different organizations' contraband, we could be looking at a full out war if we weren’t careful. The man looked confused. “I don’t know anything about guns, man.” “Wrong answer.” Before I could finish, Machine cut off the man’s ear. His screams echoed in the soundproof, cement room.

"All the implicating features were in Theekshana's pocket. In amongst talking to Karunaratne about the loan, Theekshana had been speaking to the wire he was carrying and expressing an absolutely fictitious account in which he was an unlawful munitions broker and the fifty thousand dollars he was advancing to Karunaratne had originated from the sale of a ground-to-air missile. Theekshana had money, influences, and a strategy to use another warhead to eliminate the Pakistani ambassador or so he maintained. All this seems to have vanished into one of Karunaratne's ears and out of the other if it ever arrived at his ears at all. Perhaps it in no way got past Theekshana's pocket. The Muslim relig

I am more than willing to take full responsibility and pay all penalty fees for breaching the contracts. "Thank you." The young actor raised his hands in a respectful wai, thanking everyone in the room. The declaration of his retirement sent an immediate, deafening shockwave of gasps and murmurs rippling through the crowd. Thamnithi’s statement was so absolute and devastatingly clear that no one dared to ask a single follow-up question. Suddenly, a field reporter shouted that the person behind the burner account had just been arrested. The media's attention instantly pivoted, a frenzy erupting as they scrambled for updates from the police station.