Gunhead Mha Novels & Stories

"So this parking lot consists of 5 floors, each floor is approximately an acre. We all know, any negotiation taking place in a covered parking lot would be on the second last floor or top floor. In this case it's cause they don't wanna get caught by police." I went to a button on the wall and pressed it to make the hologram of the wall disappear. In its place were racks of guns. "A few of the guns we're expecting these two crews to be carrying," I picked up the guns as I read them out and tossed them to Jack, "Sniper Rifle, Strum Ruger & Co, Smith & Wesson .38, Glock Inc. .40, typical machince guns and High Point Firearms." "That is what we'll be using but we also gotta show 'em why we provi

"I can stand. I can kill." "Good." Jack pointed to the heavy assault cannon Marcus had carried out of the armory. It was a 'Hellfire' portable railgun, designed to take down tanks. "That thing still work?" "It has three shots left," Marcus checked the charge. "We only need one." Jack hit the button to lower the rear ramp. The wind roared into the cabin, a deafening gale that threatened to suck them all out. The ocean below was a churning cauldron of white foam.

"Okay, get up, c'mon give me the bottle. You are just too drunk to reason." I said as I took the bottle from her and helped her to lie down on my bed, she belched loudly and dozed off, looking at her, I exhaled and covered her with a duvet. *********************************** We left the room for our Escort Mission practice. There were so many guns and explosives in provision. M590 shotguns, sound breaker, MGL-140, AI AS50, TESLA, 327 MAGNUM, With bullets and armours in full. The General made sure we lacked nothing even in our small number. But why weren't we this prepared in our first war? Those new guns, explosives, grenades, bullet proofs and all. They were not provided then.

Agent Vernon chuckled. “She was a good fighter,” Agent Jane said while trying to stop herself from giggling. “They said she had quick hands and she could usually put down her opponent in just a few seconds. She was a vicious fighter. They called her The Gunmetal Mama. Sometimes she would come out holding a gun that wasn’t loaded. Every time she’d come out to fight, they would play music by her favorite rapper, Tupac Shakur,” Agent Jane explained through her giggling.

These were firearms we were dealing with -- a danger to me and the people around me. I was in my biking outfit today. More looks. The decision was that I'd go for my Glock-22, a .38 Ruger LCR back-up, a South Korean-made shotgun that looked like an M-16 and a very unhealthy looking device called a Heckler & Koch UMP 40 (which I had never even heard of). Wait...it got worse. I was scheduled for knife fighting training at 3 p.m. -- every day for the foreseeable future.

‎ ‎ ‎The muscles on my face tightened immediately, as I narrowed my eyes waiting for the complete speech, he dipped his hand into his open drawer, ‎ ‎ ‎my heart raced slightly at the sight of the metallic silver gun laying flat in the drawer. ‎ ‎ ‎Then he paused, long enough to allow my eyes settle on the piece of firearm. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎i chuckled. ‎ ‎ ‎"—that's a Glock 19 Mr Hosea." beautiful gun I bet you didn't even know it had a name. ‎ ‎ ‎"—hm, best of it's kind." Mr Hosea sneered. clutching the silver metal tightly now. with a conquering smirk dangling on the sides of his lips

Gunner, Aiden, and Skullz; one of Aiden's riders; take down Gold tooths men. Every gun is trained on Gold tooth.

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.

I clench my fingers; “get to the point, Stephen.” “Right. Three of these bullets are from the same gun. All AK–47’s.” There’s silence for a few seconds. The tension in the room is thick enough to choke on. “The third bullet is from an entirely different gun. This bullet has been confirmed to be from an M-4 Carbine— the exact model used by your men.” My heart stops beating. For long seconds, I can swear that my lungs cease to function, too. “What?”

She leads me, to the back of the mansion, where there were a lone warehouse that were as big as an aeroplane hangar, well it is an Aeroplane hangar, but we knows that it wasn’t used to store aeroplane, instead it was full of my order. As Lee Han Na men opened the large slides door to the Hangar, the views inside of it were in full displayed, in it there were 2 Apache helicopter, 2 Mi-17 MEDEVAC carrier Helicopter, 10 T-14 Armata Main battle Tank, 2 Guarder Plasan Mobile Command Centre, and 3 Samil 100 Mounted Bateleur Rocket launcher fully loaded and another 500 rockets ammunitions on standby. The rest of the mountains of boxes were all, new batch of weapons, all AK rifles, handgun of all ty