Making Bombs For Hitler Series Novels & Stories

Hidden. Bombs. My chest tightened. Just slightly. But I did not let it show. On the screen, Emilian watched me closely. “Come and get me,” he said softly. A pause. “Before I blow them up.” Silence filled the room. The weight of it settled slowly. Deliberately. Because this— This was no longer just a game. This was escalation. Control through destruction. I studied the screens carefully, taking in every detail. Every angle. Every placement.

The first clue led them to a disused subway station, where they discovered a hidden cache of weapons and explosives. As they studied the intricately designed bombs, a sense of urgency filled the air. "We need to defuse these quickly," Alex declared, their voice steady despite the mounting pressure. "We can't afford any mistakes." The team sprang into action, using their specialized skills to dismantle the intricate mechanisms. With sweat trickling down their brows, they worked with precision, defusing one bomb after another. Each successful defusal brought a glimmer of hope, but the race against time remained ever present.

He popped the trunk open, revealing the bombs we had prepared for an impending battle. My initial response was a vehement refusal, but Derick's question stopped me in my tracks. "At this point, will you stand with me, or against me?" The fierce battle raged on inside the hall as Derick and I approached the door, determination in our hearts. I reassured him with the words, "I will stand by you." His smile of gratitude conveyed the weight of our decision. Together, we entered the hall, moving swiftly to toss the five prepared bombs unnoticed amidst the chaos. We then sealed the hall doors tightly and retreated to our car, driving a safe distance away to watch the impending explosion.

"Bombs? But... won't the men know what they're carrying?" Ryder shook his head. "No. You must not tell them. As far as they know, they're just delivering some important packages. When you get closer to the stage, you will detonate the bomb. That way, we take out Dominic, Vittorio, and Mayor Anderson all at once. It's like killing three birds with one stone." Serge swallowed hard, his hands trembling. "But... but what about me? Won't I get caught in the explosion?"

All the while, Marcel watches me intently from beside the vehicle, standing next to Frank and Rick who take the opportunity to smoke a cigarette. With the final placement, I step back a few feet, looking down at the remote in my hand that’s meant to signal the detonation of the three devices. From where I stand, I slide the switch on the side of the remote, holding my breath as I wait for the three lights to flicker on, signaling a successful connection to the bombs I single-handedly built. I’m gonna throw up. … I change my mind about the drugs. After this, I’m gonna need a blunt…and maybe crack.

I said with full determination " Let's start, disassociate this, it's just a direct application for the basics." " Yes sir." I said as I did it correctly " Good boy, let's show you different bombs, old and new." He gave me maybe 15 old bombs and 25 new ones. He told me the secret of every one of them. I took some notes to not forget " Babe, you will learn on them one by one until you learn them by heart, you don't need to take note." He chuckled " Oh sure sir." I said He is really nice. Chris must have been kidding with me

"There are bombs in all the cars. How about detonating them one by one?" Lucifer patted his capable subordinate on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Look at each other and touch each other’s back to see what you have behind you." The group of people panicked and soon discovered that each person who had been caught had a black thing the size of a potato stuck to their backs. Conrad looked over and found that it was the latest type of bomb in the Hellish Training Camp. Although it was small, it was very powerful. If they were all detonated, they would explode for miles around.

Kristina fished out a small flashlight from her coat and clicked on it to cast a white straight line of light through the industry that had been turned into a massacre. She took out something else from her coat. A device that had a small screen with some buttons on it. There was a network of multicolored wires that snaked from the sides of the device and into the thick mold of plaster attached behind it. She passed her flashlight over it and the inscriptions 'C-4' could be seen emblazoned at the top of the device. Working quickly, Kristina plastered the bomb at the very center of the industry, setting it on the floor so that once it exploded, it would destroy the station from below, leaving

But then again, this people are very thorough with everything, everything is always checked 24/7, so that did the bomb got sneaked in? It was a mystery to Hestia. As spies, they are trained on how to spot a bomb, no matter how simple its mechanism is not how little it is. It was a rigorous training that almost always puts their lives in danger as the materials used for the training were actual bombs. Even the smell of the gas, or the gunpowder or anything that can be used to fuel a bomb is so familiar in her nose and was imprinted in her memory that it would be easy for her to spot a bomb, to detect a bomb and to even disable it.

Then, the seven of them separated and walked in different directions in the factory. It was obvious that what they had in the boxes were bombs. The seven of them were fast. Within a few minutes, they had already placed the bombs in the main areas of the factory. Of course, they were also cautious and careful during the process. However, after they had confirmed that there were no snipers here, they did not feel any pressure anymore. To these bounty hunters, as long as there were no snipers, they could easily handle any ambush. After a few minutes, the seven of them had already placed the bombs around the factory and were back at the factory’s front.