Gunsmith Part 4 Novels & Stories

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I sighed and continue the song. Think of me Wait for m- The song was cut off abruptly by the sound of a motorcycle roaring outside, I glanced outside to see a person was parking his motorcycle outside and with a loud roar the engine died down and the person unmounted it. The motorcycle was white, with black front glass, the rider was wearing a black long coat that looks like he should be wearing a fancy limousine instead. He pulls off his helmet and pulls it to his waist. My heart thumped. What a nice-looking stranger I thought. It will be nice if my love life could be as nice as that.

“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."

While Gavin took Machine Guns such as bren machine gun,hotchkiss machine gun and MG42 Mag machine gun. Just like Cardo also picked the outstanding Schwarzlose machine gun, an AK-47 and tanto point a dagger class. Kulas took the assault rifle, a 6-inch stainless steel blade Ontario MK-3 Navy Knife and ammunition. "Woahh khez babes you look beautiful and at the same time you're scary"He's laughing at me after he said it to me afterwards he place it carefully. "so I won't bother you anymore"he added and turn to our busy companion.

" I tremble, not only because of his closeness, but also because he has just put the gun in my hands without releasing me from behind. -Come on, take hold of the gun. This is called the hilt. -He refers to the part where it should be gripped. This one up here is the safety. It's locked. You'll take it off. -I-I... -Yes, you. You have to know and know all the parts of a gun. -With trembling fingers, I do as he said and remove the safety. Then you pass the slide," he points to the spot. I go on with the task. You are doing very well. Now take the gun like this and fix your target. We have to aim and then shoot at that target, but when you have the point fixed. You let me know.

He asked. "Can you... can you stop smoking that, I don't like it." Crimson answered. "Oh, you don't like the smoke?" He asked and she nodded immediately. "Okay, open all the windows, you are so lucky I don't want hurting pretty ladies." He answered and smiled at her. The guard opened the windows and he turn off the cigarettes. "Thank you." Crimson said. "You welcome, so about that bullet, we already talked about it and here is the documents of all the people that I had marketed the bullets to, I think the one you are looking for is living at something warrior pack." Mr Smith replied. TBC

“Fine. You want in, you’re in.” They went to the armory room in the back of the club. Metal shelves lined with firearms, ammunition, and knives gleamed in the low light. Amy’s fingers skimmed along the collection before she pulled down a polished Colt 1911 and a snub-nosed revolver. Isadora grinned and took her favorites — a black Beretta M1951 and a sawed-off shotgun with a worn leather strap. “You ever notice,” Isadora said as she checked the Beretta’s magazine, “that people like us never really retire?”

Stark white emergency lights flooded the visitation wing, illuminating the nightmare unfolding around us. **03:48:17 AM - Sniper's Gambit** Through the shattered glass, I saw the guard tower spotlight explode in a shower of sparks. The second round took out the main breaker box with surgical precision. The third punched through Officer Riggins' Kevlar vest before his hand could even touch his sidearm—a perfect triple-tap through the torrential rain.