Gunmen Anime Novels & Stories

His remaining companion turned to face me as well. My favorite ninja wasn't done yet. As the second man turned, Miyako stepped from behind one of the false pylons and kicked the gun out of his hands. The ex-hanging man had the choice of reaching for his dropped Type-05, thus letting me chop him in the back as he bent over or...draw a sword?

“Give the phone to Annie.” “Aaron, what’s going on here?” she looks questioningly at him. Then at the man threatening them all. “They want Benji for some reason.” He answers worriedly. “Oh, she said simply. “Benji Bloom, here and now,” the gunman snap. Annie looks at the man ordering her. There was something familiar about his eyes. “Do I know you?” she dared to asked. “Make the call Annie.” “No,” she said simply. The bullet hit the wall just behind her.

Wide-eyed, the guard emitted a silent scream, but before he could crumple to the ground, Anom exerted a powerful push, hurtling him toward his companion. In the midst of the chaos, the previously dazed guard regained his composure, pointing his gun forward. With alarm in his voice, he shouted as he witnessed his partner's falling body hurtling toward him. Thud! Unable to evade in time, the guard's head collided forcefully with his partner's, eliciting another cry of pain. Capitalizing on the opportunity, Anom swiftly maneuvered behind the remaining guard, slashing his blade across the back of the guard's neck, leaving a gash. Without pausing, he delivered a forceful kick, causing the guard t

Racing towards where we assumed the shots had come from, Jamerson and I arrive to see several of the councilmen brandishing guns of various kinds, aiming at Dynamite Al’s men. Jamerson and I jump into the fight, taking the men down from behind. Al gives us a thankful look and then a despairing glance at his injured and dead men.

There’s a loud ringing in my ears, nearly drowned out by the anxious beat of my heart. The smell of blood fills my brain. Jovito collapses in my arms. He’s been shot in the arm and the leg. Neither injury looks vital—thank God—but I can’t stop screaming his name. His face cringes in pain, his teeth grinding together. The gunman in question is already on the move, rushing back to his vehicle to drive away. But the chaos doesn’t stop. The first assailant drives off. Vince and the rest of my men try to shoot at him, but the bullets ricochet off. An armored vehicle? There’s not enough time to think about it, because another car suddenly pulls up and out steps—

Then—his expression turned murderous. "You made a fucking mistake, Renjiro." Renjiro gritted his teeth, his hand clenching into fists. "You took everything from me, Antonio!" Antonio stepped forward, unshaken. "And now I’m going to take your fucking life." BANG! The war had begun. The Crimson Lotus Headquarters – Midnight BANG! A bullet whizzed past Renjiro's ear, slamming into the wall behind him. His head snapped around, eyes widening in shock. Standing in the doorway—Antonio Franches, gun raised, his gaze cold and murderous.

A deep, gut-wrenching pain surged through me as we found ourselves once again in a dire predicament. Meanwhile, Peter's gaze was fixed on the two gunmen, his eyes narrowing as he tried to discern their identities. Suddenly, his expression changed, and with a fierce shout, he declared, “Han River and Joe River, you’re both dead!” In that moment, we were all taken aback. The River family? Were these the traitors Yolanda had mentioned? A blaze of fury ignited in Peter’s eyes as he swiftly drew Kim’s gun, taking aim at the two men without hesitation. The gunshots rang out once more, the Han River and Joe River, both fell to the ground in response.

The Anselmo goons scrambled for their weapons, but it was too late. Gunfire erupted. Pop pop pop! Muzzle flashes lit up the night like strobe lights. Bullets punched through metal, shattered glass, sent sparks flying. Alina gasped, her body jerking as the violence exploded around us. Instinct took over. I grabbed her, yanking her against my chest just as a bullet whizzed past where her head had been. My arm locked around her waist, crushing her to me as I raised my gun and fired. Bang! Dropping an Anselmo soldier mid-charge.

Amy didn’t shout, didn’t give warning, her fingers were already pressing into the trigger before their eyes adjusted BANG. One down neck shot, blood splattering the metal wall like a sick painting. BANG. BANG. Two more — down before they realized the angel of death wore heels. The youngest girl screamed as bullets shredded through the air. Amy ducked low, her body shielding her like instinct. Another man lunged — too slow. She turned, fired, his brains hit the floor first. The last shot rang out as one of the men lifted his hand not in surrender, but hesitation. Amy didn’t gamble with hesitation, the velvet fell from the gun like a promise broken. She stood straight, gun smoking. Her face un

Jason-jumalat olkoon kanssasi. I mindlink my team and ask if they are ready. All 29 of my warriors nod and lower themselves to pounce. I shift type the code and shift back as the lock clicks. I step back as the door opens. When I can I jump inside and take out the guy at the door. My wolves rush in and we start killing. I hear a few gunshots but I don’t feel anyone dying. When the chaos clears there are a few wounds but only the humans are dead.