Jschlatt Guns Novels & Stories

Mina damn near tripped over Lynn backing away. As Trixie started pulling out blades, brass knuckles, and throwing stars. “Is that c4? How the fuck did she get c4?” I heard Montego’s brother Gavin asked. As Trixie put a brick on the table along with two Hatchets and a…”Is that a flail? Who the fuck still owns a flail?” A warrior asked with a chuckle. Trixie stopped her search and looked at him. “That Flail can take someone’s head off with one swing, those are great for quick kills.” Trixie said as she continue to dig through her Backpack. “YAY I FOUND IT!” Trixie yelled as she pulled out a handgun pointing it at Dilara’s head and pulled the fucking trigger. That’s when all hell broke loose,

Anna moved from behind the sniper gun she was setting. Brianna just needed the sniper gun to get a grip on her target. She did not bring the whole of it. And it wasn’t the gun she would use in case she gets the information she needs from Jack Foster. The one she brought with her today was an airsoft sniper gun, a Novsitsch SSG10 A3 airsoft sniper gun, with only a short barrel, bipod, and sniper scope. There was no butt pad, so the long gun wasn’t that long as usual, and there was no magazine, no ammo, too.

You will not see such weapons among your brothers - Alud grinned. - Indeed, a strange design, but what are these holes above the fist? asks Conrod. - These are charges of special shot and gunpowder. This Thing amplifies the blow with firepower, I call it a fist shotgun, and the blade is good at slashing enemies when it runs out of charges. Alud says. Conrod for a second imagined what would happen if a person used such a contraption, at least severed fingers, fractures and dislocation of the shoulder would be guaranteed. He shuddered at the unpleasant sight. Conrod noticed that Dooka's ax and Julia's daggers also had the same charges, only smaller.

I command “Yes.” She breathes nodding before turning her head away from me. As soon as I reach my armoury room I change into a pair of dark jeans, a black V-neck t-shirt and put on my boots. I strap on my 9mm underneath my shirt, grab my sniper case and insert my Matsuda blade onto my back. I was getting ready to party.

I like having a grand entrance. "What's new?" I said reluctantly and leaned back in the chair. "The guns," he reminded me of something I almost forgot, I am the death dealers' leader of this faction. I hate it when my guns leave my body. It's my other half. I'm sorry babies. I pursed my lips as I took my two Beretta 93R. Contains silver bullets with ultraviolet ammunition which can be used for both vampires and lycans. This is my favorite weapon for being fair.

Jake smugly announced. “Fuck shit! This is so hard; I’m fucking cumming for you Jake! Oh God, this is going to be a big one!” And it was. Both of them combined their juices inside one another and moaned piercingly loudly. But Jake wasn’t done yet. He wanted to lap it all up. “Now you hot bitch, you keep cumming for me, so I can taste your sweet slit juices!” “Oh shut up you two!” Zack unexpectedly shouted “You’re worse than a p**n movie!”

They carried short-range, heavy-caliber shotguns that fired silver-salted grapeshot, a weapon designed specifically to shred the dense muscle tissue of a shifting wolf at close quarters. The first enforcer was dead before his boots hit the platform floor. Kaden’s massive jaws snapped shut around the man’s iron mask, the metal crumpling with a horrific screech of fracturing steel and bone. The force of the impact sent the remaining guards tumbling back up the stairs, their weapons firing wildly into the ceiling, bringing down showers of ancient tile and plaster dust.

I said. I laid out the weapons—clean, well-oiled, ready for use. A Glock 19 with a polished slide. A pair of SIG Sauers. A Heckler & Koch rifle that still smelled faintly of the factory it came from. Boxes of ammunition and a suppressor, each placed on the crate like an offering. The man’s eyes sharpened as he examined them. He picked up the rifle, tested the weight, sighted down the barrel. “Reliable,” he murmured.

But he could hope. “Fuck you!” Henry replied as he aimed the gun as Shelby. “Tell me where the hell the bitch is before I kill your slut!” Still, it seemed like it happened in slow motion. Shelby felt her finger push the safety switch and then move to the trigger. She brought the gun up with her arms out straight, keeping her elbows straight and preparing for the recoil. Just as she had been taught, she kept both eyes open and lined the sights up on the largest part of the man’s body.

Sliding it seamlessly into the leather shoulder holster, I ensure that it is properly concealed beneath my suit coat. In my line of work, having a reliable and efficient weapon is crucial. For me, that weapon of choice is Glock. These semi-automatic handguns with polymer frames are widely favored by law enforcement and military personnel across the globe. With their robust construction, user-friendly operation, and safety features, Glock firearms provide the assurance I need for personal protection.