Guns Of Navarone Book Review の小説・ストーリー

Damien was still aiming his gun at Silver Jing when a bullet grazed his left arm from behind, tearing through his sleeve. Blood trickled down, but he didn’t flinch. His eyes never left her, not even when she smirked at him from beside her father. More gunshots rang out, the air thick with the threat of violence, but then Giovanni Terranova smiled. The sight of it was wrong in the moment, the curve of his mouth carrying something dangerously close to adoration. Then he lifted a hand, and at once his men lowered their weapons.

I followed close behind, heart pounding, nerves screaming warnings I couldn’t afford to heed. “Let’s make this quick,” he muttered under his breath, and I sensed the tension building in the room. The storm outside seemed to amplify it, the thunder rolling like a drumbeat for what was about to come. --- And then it happened. A single shot rang out — sharp, deliberate, and immediately followed by chaos. Navarro men drew their guns, and suddenly the calm, measured negotiation transformed into a battlefield. Instinct took over. I ducked behind a crate, weapons drawn, eyes scanning for targets. Nicholas was already moving, fluid, precise — taking down threats with a deadly calm that made my blood

"He said. "Can a revolver or a small hand gun save us in the pack of enemies?"I mocked their stupidity but the reality was,I can't let them touch me with their filthy hands. He will be the first prey of my brand new gun. The huge gates opened automatically.The men gestured us to follow inside.I must say he built one of the magnificent mansion of Italy.More men slithered out holding exclusive guns in their hands. "Look I told you it was a death mission.I don't think so we make out alive from here."Alessandro whispered eyeing the rowed men,all ready to attack on us if their boss allows.

“You know what my thoughts on assault rifles and submachine guns are.” “Impernetrated orgasm,” Gunner said with a crooked smile. “Brought 100 percent satisfaction.” “Our men do need both automatics and submachine guns. We’re fighting on the front lines of a war. But, when someone dares to pick up our leftover business partner…” Shadow paused and lifted both hands in an effortless shrug. “I’ve got to track that request back to the source.” “As any good businessman would do.” Sean agreed. “Well, Conan did all the work, though.” She corrected the information herself, to give the credit where it was due.

He questioned and pulled out his two guns in a swift. Lincoln let out another ugly laughter. While he stared Armstrong with a look of victory, Armstrong glared back at him hatefully, all he wanted was to pull the fucking trigger and kill the bastard and he will surely die by his hands. ........ Dear readers, please endeavor to drop a comment after every read🥰 Also please click on the love sign at the top of the book details to add my book to your library so that you can continue to get an update.. Thank you so much for reading my book,

The unusual length. The metallic grip. Realization struck him. “The cane…” ⸻ Too late. The Raven calmly twisted the silver handle. Click. The cane separated into two pieces. Hidden inside… A precision rifle unlike anything anyone had ever seen. Lightweight. Custom-built. Nearly silent. He rested it casually against his shoulder. No scope. No hesitation. He fired once. Another De Luca captain fell. ⸻ Lorenzo whispered, “My God…” “He isn’t carrying a cane.” “He carries a rifle disguised as one.”

He reached out, fingers grazing toward her chest to access her market value, but Antonio slapped the hand away with a stern warning. “As long as I breathe,” he said, voice low and lethal, “you don’t touch what’s mine.” Vincenzo’s face twisted at the audacity of a cornered man, his pistol came up fast, and a single shot cracked across the bridge. Nevena threw herself forward —instinct, not thought. The bullet punched through her shoulder instead of Antonio’s heart. Blood bloomed dark across the black T-shirt— she gasped once, and sagged against him, boneless.

My husband looked like a man standing on the edge of slaughter, ready to kill anyone who even thought of taking me away from him. “Finally,” Levi’s voice cut through the silence. “You came.” My breath caught as he stepped forward. “You know,” he added casually, “it’s been a while since I’ve been here.” “The way you’re standing here,” Vincenzo said coldly, pulling me behind his back, “it would be good for you to leave as you came.” In one smooth motion, Vincenzo raised his gun. Everything exploded. Levi’s men raised theirs. Vincenzo’s men followed suit. Dozens of weapons aimed, fingers twitching near triggers.

With a click of the lock and the clunk of the door, Warren stepped out to the frigid night air, gun fixed on the silhouette. “That’s far enough, whoever you are. I have had a horrible night, don’t give me an excuse to bring the heat down on you,” Contrary to popular belief, a gun is much heavier when it’s pointed at another person. “Warren, where did you get the gun?” Nerea’s voice shouted across space between them. “It’s me, your mother's friend, Nerea Vasquez. “I want to believe it’s you, but I don’t know who to trust.” The gun trembled and a crack appeared in the emotional dam. A single tear escaped the duct, and then another. His hold on the gun loosened, and Warren lowered it only to ra

His Barrett M82 sniper rifle is on standby, and he makes the goons fall off as if they are dry leaves falling off a tree in the autumn season. The warehouse becomes chaotic, with intense gunfire, and he sets up bombs to cause explosions, and flashes of light illuminate the dark surroundings. Luciano uses the warehouse's layout to his advantage; he knows this place very well. He is taking cover behind concrete rails and firing relentlessly at his uncle's goons. “How are you keeping up? Do you need backup?” James speaks through his radio earpiece to Luciano. “I have done this all the time alone. I don't know why you pushed hard to come along. It is dangerous for you to be here.”