Romans & histoires Jack Reacher Killing Floor

He cringes in pain, almost reopening his stitches. Nixon on the floor of the roof, rolls to the other side of the switch box, quickly getting up and calculating the strength of the wind and distance like the others. This time, only aiming above, not needing to move it again. He fires, again, falling to the floor, army crawling across it and rolling onto his back. "Looks like I win." The snipers that were pointing at the building were all killed. Nixon Driver, also known as the Jackal. The greatest marksman to have ever lived.

For the record, she killed 40+ people already, thereby making a name for herself and ruling the underworld which belonged to him in the first place. He badly wants to meet the stealer of his spotlight. He finished smoking the weed and disposed the stub before stepping into the jungle, the smell of oak oozing from him. The moonlight shone brightly on his dark tats, beautifying his bulgy muscles. He opened the creaky door and went in, meeting total darkness, but something feels weird immediately... The ground beneath him. He looked down to see he's standing on a cracked spot, and before he could move, the spot crumbled down, and he fell from the room to another room, the concretes falling on h

His movement was a blur as it shot toward Chase. The kick landed with a thunderous crash, shattering the stone tiles beneath them and sending fragments flying. However, Chase stood unmoved. His composure remained unbroken. "D-Dad, he…" Ryker stammered as he retreated behind Jaden in fear, his entire body trembling. "I'm useless," Ryker whimpered with tears streaming down his face. "Not only did I fail to capture him, but he also left me beaten like this. Dad, please, kill him!"

Sean agreed. He stepped onto a slab with a faint sun. The floor held. “You good?” Jessica called. “Yeah,” he said. “Just like being married.” He moved with trained economy: wait, step, slip past one blade, then the next, never touching the seams. A final lean and he landed at a golden boss beneath the last sun. He slammed his palm. “Thank you,” he gasped. A crack rolled the corridor. The axes snapped home— —and the floor vanished.

“We are on the top floor. I guess that’s the thirtieth. They’re moving us, though. We’re being herded up onto the rooftop. That’s where the firing squad is already situated. They’re Hunters, Jo. Hunters and Vampires--to take all of us out.” “Assassin Hunters,” Jo said, letting everyone on the IAC know that their suspicions were correct. “We’ve got titanium,” Jo told Jamie. “We’ll be fine.” “Titanium is not foolproof,” Jamie reminded her. “We’ll be fine.” They were already at the door to the thirtieth floor, but Jo was waiting for Cassidy who was a few floors behind them. While she was waiting, she contacted Elliott. “How are you doing?” “Peachy. Every time we kill a row of bloodsuckers, they

Rounds chewed walls, blood splattered white paint, spent casings clinking hot on the floor. Hammer hit cover—a steel pillar, cold against his back—breath ragged, Glock steady. A shadow flickered left—Flinco’s point man, too close. Hammer pivoted, too slow. The rifle butt—AK stock, reinforced—slammed his temple, a white-hot crack splitting his skull. He hit the deck, vision bursting stars, ears ringing as Flinco loomed—face bloody, lip split, eyes wild. “You killed my old man, you fuck,” Flinco snarled, boot pinning Hammer’s chest, Beretta 92FS cold against his forehead. Hammer stared up—calm, hard, no flinch. Death was close, and he’d dance with it if it came.

His lips twitch into a grin before he disappeared in front of me and when I looked back, I know that he was holding Victoria Stephen’s neck and was ready to kill her. Poor unconscious woman. She doesn’t know that someone is trying to kill her. “ Can we at least have some peace?” Alpha Zac plead as he slumped himself into the floor and just lay there like a fucking child. His hands play a blade full of blood. Surely, they did go and hunt. The glistening excitement over his eyes made me guess that his victims didn’t take it easy before succumbing to death. Alpha Zac loves it hard and painful. The same thing that I delivered but I do it because I want to.

Slowly, we descended. “You can fly now?” My head lulled against his chest. I felt like I would never move my body again. “It’s more like a rocket jump.” I heard the smile in his voice, but it faded quickly, “Your arms.” “I’ll be okay.” I tried to assure him. Then we reached the ground. “Who did it?” He growled. “A dead guy,” I replied. “You killed him?” He raised an eyebrow at me. “Of course not! Nathan did.” I replied, wiggling around to stand. But he didn’t let me go, I looked around, no one was in the clearing.

"I never liked your brother Riley. I thought he needed to be taught a lesson." "What did you do?!" I screamed. Aaron lunged forward towards Jack like a madman. And there was the sound of two gunshots. Reflex. That's what I'd call it. One bullet had been shot from my gun, the other from Flint’s gun. Aaron's body hit the floor; he made some gurgling sounds. Flint's bullet was lodged into his neck making his death slow and painful. A puddle of blood began forming on the floor. I started to move towards Jack but he shook his head. "House zero-seven-four. Your brother's there."

,he sighs at my question. "No I think they have a dealer and if not that they are following someone's orders",I nod as I look at Emma. Fuck she is beautiful. "We need to wait till they withdrawl fully and get answers after that we need to kill them",I state and he nods. Jack looks haunted as he looks to the machines in the room. His mate was dying on a bed similar to this one and I can still hear him begging her to hold on for him. She died and he lost it for awhile. He became more closed off but continued to be a great beta. I never saw him with the whores and if she wolves hit on him he ignored them.