Guns Of Navarone Book Review นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Ronan took the gun from one of the guard's waste and pointed it at Zel's head. She grew pale and she looked at me. "Maxine…." She trailed off. "No, please," Tears slid down my face, "I'll go. I'll come with you. Just please, put the weapon away." I had never seen werewolves play with guns. It was scary. How had he managed to get guns for his men? “Good,” Ronan said, a smirk playing on his lips. He handed the gun back, "I don't have a taste for human weapons. Too noisy and messy. I wouldn't use that."

ZAVERIO’S POV My new shipment was being repackaged by my men; I watched them unload the new guns we were selling to a new contact on our turf across the river. The assault rifles were A grade, our buyer was going to be very happy to be getting his money’s worth. The drugs were on another table getting weighed by the new women we had hired. I had thought they would be a huge distraction to the men, but it was a morale booster instead. They worked harder to impress the women and the women stroked their ego in return.

*****Leo POV***** We can see the bullets but thanks to the impenetrable walls, none get through. This wall in my books, still the most impressive invention of all times. “They are not in uniform and did not identify themselves as police,” Hunter says and my lethal wife is absolutely thrilled. “We have already won the case. We just have to live through this. On them boys,” Niki says and we gladly comply. The bastards clearly did not expect us to retaliate like this. I don’t really blame them. Guns, yes, but I wouldn’t expect any mafia to have bombs and drones.

Antonioni's POV They say a man shouldn’t get his hands dirty. I say don’t trust a man with clean fingers in a war this filthy. I pulled the trigger myself last night. Shot Nina in the skull. Not out of rage. She didn’t scream. She didn’t beg. She just looked at me, tired. Broken. Useless. I warned her…"Give me Lorenzo or give me blood." She gave me neither. And so I gave her mine. One bullet. Clean. She dropped like a silent hymn, and as her hand fell lifelessly open, a note slipped out:

Bullets rained down, the gun's barrel glowing red-hot. The assassin's heightened senses warned him frantically—but it didn't matter. Stealth gave him an approach, but his defenses were weak. Strength, speed, reflex—none surpassed others of his level. How could he possibly dodge? In an instant, his head exploded under the barrage. "I mean… I swing a knife, you say I'm uncivilized… but you shoot bullets, and suddenly it's civilized?" he said bitterly in his final moments. Ray merely smiled faintly. "A gun is a thousand years ahead of a knife. That makes it civilized. And you…"

Chapter 87 Nina’s POV The men charged like a black wave crashing through the steam-filled room. Boots slammed against the wet floor, sending bloody water splashing up their legs. Rifles swung up in unison, red laser dots dancing across my bare, scalded skin. My heart slammed so hard I thought it would burst. I was naked, burning, one gun against ten, the flash drive digging into my palm like a promise I might not live to keep. “Drop it!” one of them barked, voice muffled behind his balaclava.

The one whose tongue I had bitten off. He looked at me with tears in his eyes as he silently pleaded with me not to do what I had done to his comrades. I kept my eyes on him as I cut the ropes tying my ankles together. Once I was free, I dropped the blade and smiled at him. "Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you." I said, and he rose to his feet slowly. And just as I thought, his hands flew towards his gun in his holster, but I was faster. The blade cut through the air and pinned his left hand to the wall. He screamed with pain, and I laughed before picking up the one I had thrown on the floor. "I honestly could not believe you boneheads did not think of searching me. Did you really think I was unar

It seemed he knew Millard's men had turned against him. "Hand over the notebook!" One of Navi's guards demanded, pointing his gun at us. Cane immediately bellowed, "Step back!" The guy glanced at Cane, noticing smoke rising from the notebook's edges. Startled, he took a step back, aiming his gun at Cane. "Give me the notebook, or I'll blow your brains out!" "Empty threats mean nothing," Cane scoffed. "You dare to defy me on my turf?" Navi was furious, his eyes fixed on the notebook, fearing it might vanish into thin air.

POV RUBY The cellar, which moments ago felt like a sanctuary of ancient secrets, suddenly transformed into a death trap. Nevan’s kiss—heavy with the fire of discovery and the burden of our shared history—was interrupted not by reason, but by a roar that shook the very stone foundations of the manor. BOOM. The echo of a distant explosion was followed by the rhythmic, dry staccato of automatic gunfire directly above us. Nevan pulled away instantly, his face hardening into a mask of tactical coldness. The passion in his eyes was replaced by the lethal calculation of the "Jefe."

If he meant to run, I had to stop him on the spot. “Drop the files,” Navarro ordered. He moved like a man who had nothing left to lose. He grabbed a pistol from a desk drawer as if he had planned for the moment. The flash of metal was a second before he fired. The bullet whined past my shoulder. It hit a crate and splintered wood. Percy cursed and dove. The world thickened into shouts and adrenaline.