Guns Of Navarone Book Review 소설 & 이야기

"Give the gun back to me now. I know that you won't dare to shoot me in the middle of the city like this. And you don't know how to use the gun anyway. " He said. The corner of his mouth twitched up as an insulting smirk. Bernardo thought women did not usually pay attention to weapons like guns. And his gun was the special dead expensive one, not many people would have this model. Amiya gave a quick glance at the gun. The slender hand nudged the gun smoothly while nodding to him. "Do you want to try?" She asked and stared at him. Bernardo quickly closed his mouth when he looked at her unlocking his expensive automatic gun with a quick move and her attractive face was smirking, pressed the gu

The indentations in his muscles and the way he flexed under the light made him look very toned and well-defined. All of them were half naked, and Owen smiled. ‘Oh Regina, how am I going to use this against you?’ He flipped a few more pages, and what he saw stopped him in his tracks. The barrel of a gun stared him right in the face, and for a second, he did not know if he should admire the artistry by which Regina captured the implement or take a step back because it looked realistic. Images of the nose of a gun, big and small, littered page after page of her notebook.

He looks terrifying and utterly murderous. Two shots ring through the small space, and the man beside drops with a hole in his forehead while the other men that had been groping me takes the second bullet to the chest, slumping back. Nero steps into the van and over the bodies like they are nothing, but trash. He raises his gun to the third man who is cowering in the corner with his hands up before pausing. “I’ll keep you.” His voice is void of humanity as he whips the gun across the man’s temple.

Leonardo and Romario stood frozen, struggling to find words, their faces pale with anxiety. Leonardo's gaze darted to the door, seeking an escape route, while Romario's hand gripped his gun tightly in his back pocket. Just then, Terrone burst in, his hands covered in blood, and Naveen's eyes narrowed in suspicion. Naveen drew his gun, pointing it at Terrone's head, causing Terrone's breathing to hitch in surprise. Romario swiftly pulled out his gun, aiming at Naveen's forehead, but Terrone intervened, "Put the gun down, Romario." His firm tone conveyed trust in his father's judgment, and Romario hesitated, then tucked his gun away.

One hand gripped the steering wheel. The other lifted something from beneath the seat. Pointing directly at them. The moment Navia saw it— Her pupils contracted violently. “Watch out—!” But before she could even finish speaking— Leonel had already reacted. He instantly tackled her to the ground. BANG— A deafening gunshot tore through the air. Even the helicopter blades couldn’t drown out the sound. Navia felt as though thunder had exploded beside her head. Except instead of lightning— She saw red. Bright red.

The cold nozzle against my cheek did nothing to ease my nerves. I couldn’t help but wonder who he was. He didn’t look normal. He had guns. Almost killed a mafia, not just any mafia one of Europe’s biggest mafia. He had his men everywhere. Why was he pretending to be the good guy? Why did he lie? Does Nina know? I don’t think so.

Levi has been working nonstop to gather more men. He wanted to match Gonzalo when it comes to manpower and firepower. He was able to find a gun supplier in Mexico. This man agreed to sell him crates of guns at a considerably low price. Levi didn't ask why the man sold him the guns for almost half their price. He didn't even suspect anything. All Levi cares about was getting as many guns as he can, as fast as he can. Levi was hellbent on proving to Gonzalo that he is not the most powerful man in New York. He wants to put him in his place.

I let myself fall deep into my zone with red in my sight. “Gaetano, do you understand why they say never make a deal with The Devil?” I interrupted his laugh. He looked at me with narrowed eyes as I blew out the cigarette smoke into the night sky. I flicked the bud away and met his gaze, giving him a devilish smirk. “I’m about to show you why.” I drew my guns out at the same time men jumped out from the wooden crates. And a war with fire began.

I was shaking from a rage so pure, so concentrated, it felt like it was boiling my blood. Through the high-powered scope of the rifle...an old Remington I'd bought off a shady contact in Madrid for three times its worth..the world was magnified. I saw the crystal chandeliers hanging from the olive trees. I saw the waiters moving like ants in white jackets. I saw the glint of diamonds and the flash of silk. And I saw him. César Navarro. He stood near the buffet table, looking like a god of the underworld in his tuxedo. He was holding a glass of whiskey, laughing at something a man next to him said. He looked relaxed. Untouchable.

She aimed it directly at him, her breathing controlled, steady, unwavering. “You underestimate me,” she said, low and dangerous. “Far too much.” Navarro’s eyes widened, just a fraction too late. “You won’t get far,” he said calmly, though a hint of tension crept into his voice. “My men will catch you before you even reach the door.” She smirked, not lowering the gun. “Watch me.” Two sharp shots rang out, precise. Raul Navarro yelped as both bullets struck his shoulders. Pain flashed across his face, but he remained upright, stunned, and furious.