Modern Weapon Systems Novels & Stories

The vehicle came to a stop, and the doors swung open in unison, revealing five figures stepping out with precision and purpose. Each carried weapons that screamed military-grade lethality. One man held an FN SCAR 17, its tan finish almost blending with his tactical gear, the attached suppressor ready to keep things quiet. A woman stepped down, cradling a compact MP5 submachine gun with a reflex sight, her gloved fingers resting lightly on the trigger guard. Another had an M4A1 carbine slung over his shoulder, the grenade launcher attachment gleaming faintly in the low light. Two others brought up the rear, one with a Remington 870 tactical shotgun and the other wielding dual Glock 17 pistols

It exploded into smithereens, debris flying more than ten meters away. "Good, well done," Antonio made a gesture of approval. "Truly a genius; his designs are incredible." This was undoubtedly the most powerful weapon in light machine guns, tens of times more powerful than explosives. It was a rare weapon in the history of light machine guns. "Marcus..." Because they were too close, Jessica could only cling to Mr. Marcus's neck in fear. Henry saw Jessica's terrified face through the infrared, feeling a pang of pain in his heart. "Panther, now's the time, lower the rope," Henry ordered sternly.

The fact about my weapons is that they are best and at the same time more affordable than the usual they normally purchases. To them, they had hit the jackpot, but little did they know that in each weapon, I planted an ignition which was undetected by anyone or technology because it was made by the weapon maker when it was being made, making it appear no different from the pieces of equipment used in making them. A button pressed from me could ignite all those weapons and all the bases they were in will be bombed and burned to ashes with no one remaining there. I know that the others have been making a lot of progress while I'm here in a weapon room making weapons, but now is the time to sta

Strange but she didn't feel suprise at all. "They have guns and more advance malee weapons, long range chemical industrial revolution and cannons but are more faster than a mere one. This however is a artillery battery, which consisted to humongous weight, this shots at least hundreds of bullets that can kill hundreds and more, I'm afraid this cannot be stop with the modern weaponry and the era of sword will be eradicated, " she was worried to reveal this to them but she didn't care, it was the only contribution she can have to help them, an advance warning about this dangerous weapon.

Bosco sighed, "Speaking of militaries, the artillery these days are infinitely more advanced than the ones we saw in our old days. It was no problem for us to stop even grapeshots back in the air, but the new ones are really as strange as they were insidious. "I think they call it high-temperature armor-piercing shells? It's said to melt even steel, burning a hole in it regardless of material. We could have more hands and heads, but we'd still get hurt… If anything, I don't think even Lady Griffin can survive them."

Chris demonstrated the proper method for replacing the gas canisters by unfastening and refastening the tanks to the suit attached to the stand. “Next we have the weapons,” Chris said. He reached down under the table and lifted a metal box onto the table. “These are the weapons that you will have at your disposal. They are called the Mass Weapon Storage System or W.M.S.S. Each of these sheaths contains three sword blades each. These boxes snap on the left thigh of the user. They are designed to fall off if hit with a significant force, such as falling.” Chris attached the box to the hip of the suit on the stand. He gave the device a few light kicks before giving it one big kick, breaking the

Luckily, the system acknowledges flying weapons. Level 5. One hologram appeared (I’m not interested in any melee weapon now). Though it’s holding a melee weapon, I can tell it’s a veteran from its movements. I pulled the trigger, it’s able to block with his weapon. Then I shot with two bullets at the same time— and it died. What a let-down, how disappointing. Then— a hologram appeared. Hmm…? What is he holding…? An assault rifle, and he fired. “Not good…!”

‘Clever. I walked deeper into the city, awe threading through me despite the caution tightening my spine. Displays lined the streets—open-air markets housed within controlled environments, transparent barriers showcasing weapons in various stages of development. Firearms unlike any I’d seen before. Blades forged from composite metals that caught the light strangely. Energy cells, power cores, construction schematics scrolling in quiet loops. “This is where it all comes from,” I murmured. Kael followed my gaze, his expression shifting from amazement to something closer to understanding. “Weapons. Infrastructure. Tech.”

“…Wired how?” Elena’s voice was tight. “Defense systems.” Victor smiled faintly. “Offense systems.” Elena shot him a look. “Both.” Alexander stepped forward slightly, his gaze sweeping the room. “Explain.” Elena didn’t hesitate. “Pressure sensors.” She pointed subtly toward the floor. “Motion tracking.” Her eyes flicked to the walls. “Automated weapons.” Isabella’s stomach dropped. “…Automated?” As if answering her, soft mechanical shift echoed from above.