Novel & Cerita Invincible Machine Gun Kelly

She was locked down. “She wouldn’t stop, Jess. She was going to kill Nea. I knew it, and I—” She stopped, her whole face twisting up. Tormented. “You what?” Jess asked, her teeth gritted. “Kelly got the gun out of Nea’s hand, and it fell to the ground. It stopped a few feet from me. They didn’t notice. Nea was yelling for her to stop, and I—Nea wouldn’t do something unless her life was in danger. But Kelly wouldn’t stop. She wouldn’t—she kept slamming Nea’s head into the pavement and”—she took a shuddering breath—“I picked up the gun.”

Lucas with a sledgehammer is so cool~ but..you made Kelly a bait again, huh? Poor Kelly~

I whisper as I watch him make a run for the warehouse. I fire a shot, hitting him in the left leg, and he plows into the ground. A guard tries to come to his rescue, but a single shot eliminates the fucker. I’d love to take more time killing Kelly, but the authorities can show up at any moment. Pulling the trigger, I bury a bullet into Kelly’s skull, blowing half his head away. I grab my phone, and zooming in on Kelly’s body, I take a photo and send it to Palawan HQ.

Emma pulls out her phone, and all that goes through my mind is what a strange time it is to make a call. “I connected it to the program in your tech room before we left,” she explains, rapidly typing in something. “Will that work?” I ask. She shrugs, still typing furiously. “I have no idea, but it’s all we have left to try. I think—” “Ah!” At the sound of the scream, I whip my head around to see Kelly holding her arm. “They shot me with something!” she yells. “What the—” When I turn toward the humans, I see that they’ve already activated the serum. Fire spirts out from one of the man’s palm, and he’s aiming it at us again.

Victor ignores the pang of guilt, the mourning he feels for the enemy because of the precious loss of life. It's both familiar and foreign to him. And finally, Victor manages to reach Kelly, grabbing the hem of her sleeve. "Come on, let's-" It happens so fast, almost too fast for Victor to process it. Kelly pulls out a gun, a pistol strapped to her thigh from under her dress. She aims it at Victor with every intent to end his life. It's the first time ever that Victor wants to thank his father for putting him through the grueling training that brought him to today. Victor acts automatically, pushing against the weapon right before it fires, diverting the bullet into the crowd.

Kyle after some small talk called a guy and ask him to show the three girls the seats that were reserved for them earlier and said his goodbye. The guy who introduce himself as Kevin lead them into the seats in the front row where there are three vacant seats. It has Keller, Milligan and Andrews written at the back of each chair. They take their seats and said thank you to Kevin then he excuse himself. Before the game starts the announcer introduce the players one after another. The first to introduce are the players of Jarrington High. First name that was called is Jace who looks up and when he spotted her, flash a wide smile directly to Arianne. She smiled back and mouthed Goodluck!

Without thinking twice, I opened my eyes and looked in the direction where the voice was coming from. Kelly was currently behind Hazel, her hand holding a gun that directly pointed to Hazel’s head. Hazel’s expression came from laughing at Aerah’s stupidity to being alarmed at my sister’s presence. “Put the fucking gun down or I’ll fucking pull this trigger and you’ll never see your family again—” “Ah!”

"Do you think I'm scared to end you? Don't fool yourself. I know exactly what's going through your mind. Let me make one thing crystal clear: Kelly means more to me than my own life. If anyone even thinks about hurting her, they won't be left in one piece!" With those words, Yves whipped out a small gun with a silencer and shot Elon right in the forehead. "Sir..." Yoan cried out, but it was too late for Elon, who lay lifeless from the bullet. Yves tucked the gun away and wiped his hands with a handkerchief, quickly regaining his icy composure. "Get this mess sorted, Yoan. Remember this: cross me, and you'll learn just how bad it can get." "Yes, Sir!" Yoan replied.

They all turned to Sylvester and Arthur stepped closer to him. “I think your time is up, buddy,” he said. Sylvester wanted to protest and plead his way out again, but it was too late as Arthur dug his hands into his pocket and brought out a pistol. He fired it straight in his forehead and blood oozed out of him before dropping dead. The gun sound made an ear deafening noise, that Kelly had to close her ears and also shut her eyes because she couldn't stand the sight of gruesome things. “You've had that the whole time? Why didn't you use it on him?” Kelly asked, removing her hands from her ears.

my voice whispered in the back of his mind, a memory from the Forbidden Forest. ​Killian’s hand closed around a jagged, rusted piece of shrapnel from a previous fight buried in the sand. He didn't wait for the third construct to strike. He lunged forward with a burst of speed that defied the dampening field, driving the metal spike deep into the exposed wiring of the machine’s chest. The Mk-II spasmed violently, white sparks showering the sand like rain, but Killian didn't stop there. He tore the central processor from the construct’s head with his bare hands and threw it with lethal force at the observation glass.