Makarov Quote Novels & Stories

Are all the weapons stored there? Thirty minutes passed. Malik finally returned with two long-barreled weapons, which Arsenio wanted. "This is the weapon you want. The latest RV 7000 and GM 1000S." Malik put the weapon on the table. Arsenio widened his eyes and nodded slowly then. "Can I touch it?" "Please!" After getting permission, Arsenio touched the two weapons. He stroked it gently, treating the two solid objects like babies. "This is extraordinary. Dad will definitely like it," muttered Arsenio in amazement.

“What?” she asked softly. He shook his head. “You sound like your mother when you tell people what the right thing is and then make it easy to do it.” The comment landed and stayed. Marco slid the last toast onto her plate. “Stop getting profound,” he told Vince. “It makes me look shallow.” “You are shallow,” Vince said. “Only about sports and marinara,” Marco replied. “And possibly candles. Tall ones are pretentious.” “Blasphemy,” Sasha said. “Tall candles or death.”

"That's why I gave you good chair." I tool out my gun "Sixteen AK-74Us. Three crates of ammo." I sipped my drink. "You expect me to believe you moved that by your own will?" Marco's chin trembled. "I—I just drove the truck! The Bratva boys at the docks" "Ah." I set down my glass. "Now we're getting somewhere." Luca leaned against the wall, flipping a butterfly knife. "See Marco, here's the thing. Army grade hardware? That's not some drunk Russian kid's side hustle."

Xavier said. “Sometimes you gotta move away from your father’s shadow to see how much you are capable of,” Xavier said again. “I remember you mentioned killing a man, was that the very first?” Xavier asked. Marcus recalled the event and inhaled the smoke through the wrong pipe and coughed out. “It-it was self defense,” Marcus answered with a raspy voice as he tried to clear his throat. “Easy boy, things like this shouldn’t flinch you…….these are things that build you up to a man!” Xavier said.

"Want to learn how to shoot with it? I heard Jackson ask behind me. "Yeah, I want to have someone shot with it soon, a gun is not even enough to pay off for his crime '' I said. "You confusing me," he said "You will not understand, so just forget about it, and oh, teach me how to shoot. Perhaps I will start from your leg. '' I joked and he was like you wouldn't dare do that. "You know this is a Russian pistol, Tokarev_TT33," he told me. Here are others Rifle, Uzi, and shotgun.

Marcus said, his expression serious, "you can count on me. Even if it's just to vent or have someone listen." "Only if you promise not to try to make me watch those terrible action movies you love," I joked, trying to lift the emotional weight of the conversation. Marcus laughed, the tension evaporating instantly. "Hey, Fast & Furious is a cinematic classic," he argued with mock seriousness. "You just don't have refined taste in automotive art." "Automotive art?" I repeated, laughing. "Marcus, they literally make cars fly from building to building. That's not physics. That's fantasy."

in Korean. As for weapons, I am a master at all types of swords and guns, especially standard military issue weapons such as the M-16 rifle, the AA-12 automatic shotgun, Scar-H assault rifle, Barrett 50 cal sniper rifle, M-134 Gatling Gun, and grenade launchers. The usual. Also, I'm well versed in many ancient weapons that are currently obsolete such as the musket, and modern illegal weapons such as the Uzi and Ballistics Knife, a projectile knife primarily used by Russian military personnel. Oh, and I'm the military's greatest, most deadly weapon. I have experience in every war since the Revolutionary War, and yes, I am American through and through. Why am I the military's greatest weapon?

Shekau's voice seeped in through the gaps in the wall of my thoughts I had been engrossed in, hauling my sight back to where he now sat on the stone bench. "A young man once quoted, 'I love it when people dig their own graves as it saves me so much time'," he began in a reverential tone, sucking violently on the already shrunken stick that still remained fixed in his mouth despite the gradual loss of its solidity. I couldn't determine who faced worse, the gaunted stick that was subject to the putrid and foul odour rising from the pits of his decayed and ramshackled mouth or myself as I beyond doubt faced verdict as the words fell from Shekau's lips.

Jake said flatly, playing the part of a helpless bystander. "Yeah, circumstances beat men, alright." Gavin gave a bitter laugh, smacking the steering wheel hard. "'The Wild One,' my ass. In front of absolute power, that's worth nothing. Gigatron hangs an Apache in the sky, who's gonna dare move? Sure, my hauler looks intimidating, but take one missile hit, and it's just scrap metal too."

"Got it, Marco. Leave it to me." Marco nodded slightly. "I'll go say a few words." He then walked over to the crowd. "I know you feel terrible about being tricked into coming here, but there's an old American saying: 'Since you're here, make the best of it.' If any of you keep challenging our bottom line, you'll lose your lives. We only lose money, but you lose your lives." Frasier raised his electric baton and pointed it at the crowd. "Are you deaf? Did you remember what Marco said? If not, let me help you remember."