Jjk Weapons Novels & Stories

"I will complain to Joshua after we finished this." Their enemies who are much taller and much bulkier are standing from afar. They are mixed of races, some looks like black American, African and Mexican. They have tattoos on their arms, beards and what caught their attention the most are the AK-47 riffle on their hands. These guns are 7.62-mm round with a muzzle velocity of some 700 meters per second, these have cyclic firing rate of 600 rounds per minute! "Ohhh. There are holding huge weapons," Jeonghan said before he blinked.

She found Kelly in the library on the phone. She was speaking to Fred Johnson, CEO of Smith & Wesson. “Fred, I have a favor to ask. It’s important to me,” Kelly said. “Could you ask Tony Labruzio and his people to do two more weapons? What I want are two with a military finish, not ones for presentation. You know what I mean: all parts dulled so they won’t reflect light ... That sort of thing. But I want the same slick-as-butter action, okay?”

"Jesus Christ, JJ, you good?" "I thought y'all died, you ass fuck!" I got up and walked past him towards the armory, where I saw that Derek was working with Ashley to unpack the guns and ammo. "Ash, you don't get all the .9 mm, Jade reserved a case," I said before grabbing an M16 and a full clip, I wanted to see how well these things worked, or at least that's what I thought I would do, Johnny grabbed the gun and gave it to Derek who put it on a weapons rack.

Kill, assist, repeat, was Maka’s focus. “So, are we going to sit around and wait for them to kill these things? Our kids are on a jet with motha fuckas trying to killed them and Charms is in a building by herself, so what the fuck are we gone do?" Mina asked, looking at everyone fighting. "Oh you already know we about to fuck some shit up.” Ji’lahni said as she suited up. She looked at the dragon tattoo, a thought coming to her mind. She figured what the hell and thought of what she wanted. A purple metallic double barrel pump shotgun with fourteen rounds appeared in her hands making her smile. “Oh shit, how the hell, we didn’t know we had guns? Is that the same kind of shotgun granddaddy u

“I want the thing that killed Linda.” Zak tossed him a Gen5 Glock. Jasper caught it without looking. Kimberly slid between them, eyes blazing. “You’re not going to execute a child because you’re spooked.” “Watch me,” Jasper snapped, chambering a round. Jake stepped into the doorway, square and rooted. “No, you won’t.” Zak eased in beside Jasper, two-on-one, weapons low but ready. “What are you gonna do?” Zak said. “Whoop us both?”

Black boots with more throwing knives inside, and my revolver. When I was done, I had at least thirty two weapons on me and I didn't give a fuck about airport protocols. Besides, I own this whole city. Smirking, I grabbed my friend Julien, his an Ak-308 assault riffle (Russian) in all black. After making sure it's loaded I throw it over to Burton to add it to my weapons bag.

He asked. Brooke nodded. "Ellie does too, even though she won't tell you. Jack trained us both. He wanted to make sure we could defend ourselves." "Smart man," he said and pulled a handgun out. Brooke scoffed and muttered something. Tom raised an eyebrow at her. "Not a fan?" She rolled her eyes and shook her head. "It's a long story." Tom looked through each of the boxes and set aside weapons for them to take: four small pistols, a shotgun, a hunting rifle, an automatic rifle, and one large handgun with a silencer. The last one was just because it looked awesome. How could he pass that up?

Once again, Katie pulled up the ammunition's chamber and began to pick out the largest and most sophisticated of weapons anyone had ever seen: from blasters to grenades and other tactical fighting gear. Jenna grabbed a blaster that resembled a sub-machine gun only this one instead of firing bullets, it let out large masses of concentrated laser beams. “Alright!” exclaimed Marcus as he picked up a smaller weapon the size of a rifle. “What do you think you're doing?” Jenna snapped at him. “Um . . .getting ready to kick some alien butt,” replied Marcus and went on to check out his weapon. “You’re not going anywhere,” Jenna added. “But. . .” “None of you are,” Jenna’s voice was now stern, sudden

My weapons lie inside exactly where I left them. A 9mm with custom suppressor. A .45 with a compensator to reduce recoil. A hunting knife with a blackened blade. Extra mags. Flashbangs. EMP tabs. Backup comms. Zip ties. Lock picks. A collapsible crowbar. The tools of a man who solves problems permanently. I run my fingers over the pistols. My name isn’t engraved on them. It’s burned into them. I load the mags with practiced rhythm, the metallic clicks echoing softly off the bunker walls.

Alexander explained. "You guys are ridiculously disgusting. You have a great intellect but you guys invest them in the wrong ditch." I cringed and looked at the weapons. I heard them letting out long sighs. Mariano and Alex also met me with some of the world's highest-ranked dangerous guns and rifles like Glock-17, G-21, H&K P7, HK416, Uzi, Accuracy International AS50 Sniper Rifle, Thompson M1921, AR Magazine, Colt Python Revolver, world's smallest bullet 2mm Kolibri and so on that I couldn't digest.