Novel & Cerita Jschlatt Guns

“Distribute these to the soldiers hiding in the trenches. Tell them to use this to create noises. If they see any hobgoblin or brutes nearby from their hiding spot, they can shoot them using these special pellets.” Pulling the slingshot with his old, scrawny arms, the old knight released it with an ear-splitting snap. Sir Rowan gasped in surprise at the whip-like sound created by such a small weapon. His assistant looked equally impressed at Zen’s invention. Who was this kid that Gunter sent as backup?

Vampire Hunting was illegal, and the last thing Jo wanted was to end up in jail--again. Her weapon of choice was a modified Glock. It had a built in silencer, and the barrel was elongated so that the velocity of the silver bullets she fired would penetrate Vampire bone and flesh deeper and quicker than anything on the market. These bullets were different, too. Since silver bullets had been outlawed in ’42, just two years after the first Vampire was elected president, she’d relied on a secret black market of former LIGHTS members to get her what she needed. Sometimes the bullets worked; sometimes she had to pull her knife and end things the messy way.

He released the arrow and it perfectly touched the Minotaur one eye. " I told you so. It's easy. We can start the training from tomorrow," he said turning his attention back to me. " Hey guys, I decided to take this gun," Jacen said holding a gun. " We can't use a gun right?" I asked in confusion. " Of course we can. Technology is improved in Slateville, Baby," He simply answered and Leona took another gun from the collection of Weapons. " I guess two guns is enough. I will take a bow and arrow. Dagger for Noah. So what are you guys going to do?" I specifically asked Amelia and Sebastian.

“That’s what the collar is for genius, and no one would have batted an eye if you screwed me. I’m pretty sure they would be shocked to learn you never have, that you’ve never bitten me either,” “That, that right there, is why I haven’t claimed you. Even now, you expect me to just use you and leave. It doesn’t matter if it’s for blood, carnal pleasure, or both. At the end of it you expect to be abandoned, or tossed aside for another, and it drives me insane,” a snarl and blazing carmine clashed with shining jade and an agitated hiss. Elongated fangs from both parties glistened in the low lighting, both threatening but unmoving.

Callixta Pov "We have different types of guns but these are all the most popular one. We have rifles, shotguns, handguns, revolvers, pistols and machine guns." Chandler pointed all the guns he mentioned. "What do you prefer to use?" he added. I looked at the guns and examined them carefully. Everything is polished and arranged well with safety measures. "I prefer handguns, and I want this one", I choose while stroking it. "Nice choice. That's Smith & Wesson .44 Magnum, a 9mm hand caliber which you can shoot at nice range. Many considered that as light to carry, accurate and most powerful." He explained while walking towards me. He picked the gun and started explaining more.

Both Squad 44 GLT-class and GRD-class already reach the top of the wall. “Alright, this is the quill. Appsylon!” said the GLT-class. “[Understood, Herrscher.]” said Appsylon. Her drone using laser to cut the quill into two pieces then load it into her cannon. “This is GLT-class Herrscher, I’m ready to shoot. And my drone is continued to collecting the ammo from the quill. Over!” said the GLT-class. “Copy that, GLT-class. You are free to shoot." said Cornelio.

“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?”

I note and they all nod agreeing with me. “time to play with the old bad boys then,” Kyle smirks as he lifts his body and pushes a button down his seat and the seat falls back, revealing a whole custom-made small bunker, full of guns, knives, and even grenades. “When did you stock these up?” I ask him as I go for a gun that’s midnight black, and it's cold to the touch, just the right amount of weight in my hand. “I know it's not always going to be a claws out, fangs out fight, so it's good to be prepared,” he replies as he looks at the machinery proudly. “We are going to need to strap on boys, Oregon just became more fun.”

The council member to my right now said, and I knew as the word breeder came from his mouth, that he was about to see the real Alpha Gunner. Just as I thought that a growl rumbled from Alpha Gunner, shaking the entire room. With so much authority in his tone, he said to the council member, “Don’t you ever call Mila a breeder again.” As his fists once again slammed onto the table and I knew by the look in his eyes he was about to lose it.

Every drop of shame. My gaze slid past her, to the glass cage looming behind. Reinforced, layered thick glass. “Tyla,” I called, already tugging a pair of earplugs from my holster. “It’s time.” She grinned, shoving her own plugs in place. “Finally.” I slipped mine in, then lifted the sleek, silver pistol from my side holster—the Sonic Screamer. Its core hummed, building a pitch that made the air vibrate even before I pulled the trigger.