Novelas y relatos de Makarov Quote

I said to him as we walked out of that hideout " I won't leave you nor those who never left me and trusted me in my dark times." " You are saying quotes, Marco." Malik taunted like always " Hey, there, they are." The men of the Blackstone ran out the hideout " Let's celebrate these beautiful quotes." Malik pressed a remote Suddenly, The hall exploded He laughed, " They are not after us anymore."

"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."

Mikhail said, his voice dripping with false sympathy as he addressed the crowd. “It’s so sad father died this way. Maybe, just maybe, this wouldn’t have happened if you were competent enough.” “Even now, you can’t find who was behind this. Just think about it.” The public jab was a masterstroke. “Watch your mouth, Mikhail,” Enzo warned, his voice a low growl. “Relax, Enzo. I haven’t said anything wrong,” Mikhail replied with a smug smile. “You know what’s actually wrong? Your head is still on your neck,” Enzo shot back, stepping forward.

“We chose you because you’re capable of ruling Russia. You make the whole country tremble at the sound of your name. Everyone who knows you knows to fear your wrath. Can your brother do that?” The answer is no and everyone in the room knew that. Mikhail may have been swift with his gun but I didn’t need such a weapon to kill people. I didn’t need any weapon of any kind. If I was attacked, and I was vulnerable, I would be able to kill many men in one go without needing any help.

My palms were slick, but he didn’t care. He nodded toward the far end of the range. This time, the target wasn’t just a circle with rings. It was shaped like a man with shoulders, torso, and a head outlined in stark black. “This,” Marco said, his voice like stone, “is the truth of carrying a weapon. It’s not about how fast you reload. It’s not about hitting paper. It’s about choice.” He stepped closer, eyes drilling into me. “Every time you pull that trigger, you decide who lives… and who doesn’t. That weight is heavier than the gun.”

Adam commanded in an authoritative tone, "Talk or I'll shoot you in the head." When the weapon was leveled at Marcel's head, he did not make the slightest twitch. It is almost as if he was ready for this moment all along. With or without a gun, Marcel will tell the truth.

"The car is⁠ armore‌d. Bul‌letproof​ glass. Reinforced chassi​s.⁠ Marco is⁠ s‍taying in the driver's sea‌t​. D‍o⁠ not o‍p‌e⁠n the d‌oor for anyone but m​e o​r Giovanni." He reached i​n⁠to t‍he bag and p​ull⁠ed out a smal​l​er gun. A com⁠pact Glock. He⁠ handed it to me.⁠ "Do yo‍u kn​ow how t‍o use this‍?"‍ ​"Point and shoot," I whispered, t‌he metal c​old and heavy in my hand.⁠ "‌Sa⁠f‍ety is o‍ff," h‍e said. "If a‌ny‍one trie⁠s to op⁠en that door‍, you‌ empty the c⁠lip. Do you understand?"

Crow said as he stepped back. “You wanted to see me?” “Yeah, for two reasons.” Crow walked over to his PC setup. “One was, how the fuck did you let that Russian shoot you?” “I was sleeping, man. Then I heard him come in and grabbed my weapon.” “You’re fast with a gun or a knife, Mav. We all know this.” “Yeah so?” Maverick didn’t like the way this questioning was going. “So? I have training, lots of it and you are almost as fast as I am.”

“Is it a good or bad name?” “Good, I think. Karan is a pencil,” Doris said, holding up an invisible pencil. Her brows crunched. Alek was stronger than a pencil. Why would he let them call him that? Maybe she could ask him. “Mr Mak kill someone with pencil. He stab neck. Stab. Stab. Stab. Blood everywhere. If he go out now to places, they say no gun. He take no gun. But he take pencil and pencil is not weapon. For him, it is. He stab with it.”