Novel & Cerita Gunsmith Part 4

He had to focus on freeing the captives in the building. Axe's hand moved to remove the wedding ring and put it away in his pants pocket. His movements were too nimble to pull out the firearm tucked under his clothes. He began to focus on the mission. Axe's footsteps were barely audible as he carried his body out of the hideout. He smiled wryly to find only one guard, which meant one of them had already entered the building. Raised to shoulder height was a 1911 colt with a sound soaker in the muzzle. With just one press, the shell shot against the wind through the cloth-clad flesh. The shot body gave a startled response, before collapsing to the ground with blood pouring out.

His gun was cocked and ready to let all hell break loose on any unfortunate Ninja that came his way. Unfortunately, the only thing Salvatore saw was a dagger knife flying out of the thick smoke; before he could move, it struck his left arm, and his nose flared. His face flushed. Then the smoke cleared. All the hitmen that had gone before him. They were about seventeen. They all lay on the floor dead. Salvatore could almost feel his blood boiling. “Ahhh!” he screamed and started showering the ninjas with gunshots. The recoil of the AK forty-seven in his arm caused the pain in his left arm to throb more. He pursed his lips, holding the pain inside of him and only releasing it via the nozzle of

I stormed inside the cabin and grabbed her Glock 43 from her purse. “Hey!” Rain tried to seize the gun from me. “Not my baby!” She makes her bullets, and through years of experimenting with weapons, she perfected the number of groves needed to maximize the range and speed of her guns. I chuckled sarcastically. “You should’ve thought of that earlier!” I ignored her big pleading blue eyes, which saved her through a lot of fuck-ups in the past. I know better than to believe her act. Sloan had Klaus under him, his legs on either side of Klaus’ torso, returning the favor of busting his brows and lips. Ghost and Blade were standing at a safe distance from their bosses, arms crossed in their middle

“It can be upgraded in future with different parts. I’m not a gun expert, but my cousin on the fifth floor could help you upgrade the chamber for automatic reloading.” Thrilled that the grumpy blacksmith was willing to craft her a special gun, Sasha thanked Ben and promised to return with his minotaur parts. She left immediately, and Ben turned his attention to the other three bored-looking assassins. Zen wondered who would go first. The blacksmith squinted at the two girls, and his expression darkened. “Are you sure you chose the right weapons?” he asked. Akiko looked at the crappy dagger in her hand and nodded. “I can use any weapon. It doesn’t matter.”

“Handle each part gently as they are essential for the gun's functioning.” Both boys watch carefully, observing the intricacies. “Remember each part’s position and orientation. It’s like a puzzle—every piece has its place.” As I lay the parts out neatly, I continue, “Once disassembled, let’s clean each part thoroughly. Even a small amount of debris can cause malfunction.” After cleaning, I detail the reassembling process. “Reassembly is the reverse of disassembly. Start with the bolt carrier group, ensure it aligns perfectly before sliding it back in.”

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“They want to die.” He single - handedly pressed the hidden switch on the side of the leather armrest. The black bullet - proof partition between the front and back seats descended and locked into the bottom slot. His right hand reached into the inner compartment of the armrest. His five fingers closed around a customized Desert Eagle. The metal gun body reflected the yellow light from the tunnel ceiling. Alexander's thumb pressed down, cocking the hammer. The metal clicked into place. The machine - gunner in the Hummer on the right stopped shooting and reached for a new magazine at his waist.

My voice didn't even sound like mine; it was the sound of the beast she had created, finally breaking its chains. I stepped back, drew my Glock 19, and fired four rounds into the lock assembly. The bang-bang-bang-bang shattered the clinical silence, sending the smell of sulfur and gunpowder into the air. Before the smoke could even settle, I delivered a side-kick with every ounce of my weight, my boot connecting with the splintered wood. The frame groaned, the steel groaned louder, and then, finally, the door flew off its hinges, crashing into the room with a violent thud.

We put on our goggles, head-pieces and gloves and made our way towards the counter where Charles provided us with our guns. "Which model is this?" Trevor asked as he ran his fingers over the metallic body of pistol. "Automag Four, .45 Winchester Magnum Cartridge." I responded. Trevor nodded in approval, "I personally prefer 5 but this will do nicely too." I grinned. "You know, I kept the bullet from the first time you taught me how to shoot."