Modern Weapon Systems Novels & Stories

If you did, you're darn jailed. "Yeah, but the Executives today did it, all right. Ask Jero since he volunteered,"--Rald. We glanced at Jero who's quietly sitting beside me. "It's not that complicated since we have devices and materials used for combat like stun guns, tranquillizers, and most especially a gun." Jero finally spoke up, Awesome. "What if you have enemies using guns? There are totally hundreds of them." I'm just curious about it, okay and I'm lazy to think.

Truly, the technology of humans is something to wonder for the rest of the less-advanced races. The raiders brought deadlier weapons now than he last heard of. Then, they would only bring crossbows and their hippos. Now, those are replaced by heavy machine guns and armored cannons. It's either they stole a cargo ship full of those or they made a deal with a certain Kingdom. By street rumors, Caelum and Trof have advanced artillery enough to kill any creature. But by kingdom resource, it's certain Girovia has developed these kinds of destructive machines. The guns and bullets have been played on by the merchants around here, but he never thought such deadlier versions of their puny pistols ex

Christ . Although she’d braced herself for the sight, the amount of weaponry collected still unsettled her. AR-15s, AK-47s, shotguns, and a variety of rifles and handguns were neatly arranged on the walls as if they were mere tools on a pegboard in someone’s garage. Several magazines or boxes of corresponding ammo sat under each weapon, prepped and ready to use. No wonder Dad was huffing when he hauled all this in. Every bag he was carrying must’ve been ready to burst.

Each clean shot represented a pack member fighting through pain and weakness to protect their own. The black market arsenal he'd acquired over the years—fifty Barrett M82/M107s, fifty CheyTac M200 Interventions, fifty Accuracy International AX50s, fifty McMillan TAC-50s, and fifty Sako TRG 42s—now proved their worth. Enough firepower to wage a small war, and they were using every bit of it.

"You have a keen eye, Mourya. You're right; these are not ordinary weapons." Mourya pressed on, his curiosity not yet satisfied. "What exactly are they, Rudra? How do they work?" Rudra looked around at the eager faces of his team. He knew they deserved some answers, but he also enjoyed the air of mystery. "These weapons are a blend of advanced technology and something more... unique. They're designed to enhance your natural abilities and to adapt to your needs in the moment. Think of them as an extension of your own strength and will."

Ben Carter stared in horror at the horde rushing towards them like zombies outside the window. “Jack!” Aria suddenly screamed, “Right! Three o’clock! High energy! It’s the Council’s ‘puppet’!” A group of men in black, blending into the National Guard, ignored the chaotic gangsters, moving with ghostly speed, raising a specially made weapon that gleamed with silver light! “It’s ‘Aconite’ poison gas and ‘Silver Core’ armor-piercing rounds!” Jack instantly recognized the weapons; they were specifically designed for hunting werewolves!

They had just blocked the entrance, and Ray immediately pulled out a rocket launcher. Jon waved his hand dismissively and said in a low voice, "Don't get hung up on details. What matters is this—if Ray managed to get a rocket launcher, do you really think he didn't get other weapons too? In the military, they have handguns, rifles, even machine guns!" Every time he named another weapon, the group shuddered. "So what now?" someone asked. "Do we have to detour every time we see Ray from now on?" Ray had an entire villa—lights on, heating running, and the most beautiful woman in the whole residential complex at his side.

I had to very carefully sense my magic energy because the amount couldn't be seen in my status. After evolving them I went to Jade as well as Wull. They were beside Oyen and in front of the Dwarves. "So, why are you here!?" I crouched down and lifted Wull's chin that was looking down. "I have made up my mind to become Your Majesty's subordinate, I have also made the prototype of the requested weapon." Wull opened the weapons backpack that he laid beside him. A sniper type firearm called the Acurate International Magnum or better known as AWM.

Venom closed his eyes for a brief moment and when he opened them again, they were filled with lethal purpose. “Change of plans,” He said, “We're not running anymore.” Ghost raised an eyebrow, “Boss?” “They want a war? Let's give them one they’ll not forget in a hurry,” He opened the truck’s rear doors and began pulling out the heaviest weapons they had brought. There were military grade assault rifles, grenades, even a rocket launcher godfather Marco had insisted they packed, ‘just in case.’ “Reaper, stalker, can you hold your position?” he asked into his mouthpiece.

Gilbert shouted loudly. Jade gave out orders as well. “All heavy weapon users, get in position. Boom, boom— Just as everyone was appalled by the noise, a few large vehicles appeared before them. Alex gasped. “This is just what we need.” Jade replied. “We’re not on Earth anyway, so it doesn’t matter if we bring the Undead Territory down to ruins.” There were tens of these big battle tanks prepared by the higher-ups. They were tactical nuclear weapons within their country, while some were the newest inventions that had never been shown to the public, including nanotechnology.