Modern Weapons 소설 & 이야기

One down, two to go. If this was in the past, Wade would have thought that Vincenzo wanted to kill him. But now, he didn't. He knew that someone was reproducing the guns on a large scale. The guns were unlike the ones in the military or used by the government. They were powerful and durable. Waterproof and even fireproof. Why was bastard Vincenzo so smart to create such a weapon?

Drake doesn't know anything about this situation, so I'm sure, too that these are not his. "Okay, let's start packing these." I put the long ones first before the shorter weapons. There's a gun like pistol, revolver, rifle, shotgun, etc. There's even swords and daggers, grenade and smoke gas. Why would they hide these here? There's a big percentage of probability that Drake would see these. "I'm done."

But my most dangerous weapon was no longer steel, it was the darkness pulsing in my blood. Nathan walked beside me. His armor, dark as the midnight sky, swallowed the light around it. His wings were folded tightly against his back, yet with every step the power coiled within them was unmistakable. The Hunter had returned, but when he looked at me, the memory of the bedroom still smoldered in his eyes. They were already waiting for us in the hall before the armory. Jake leaned against the wall, checking his weapons. The modern assault rifle taken from the military was a strange contrast to the ancient obsidian blade hanging at his side. His face was unreadable, but his movements were tight an

He looked like devil in uniform—unrealistically broad, calm, dangerous in a way that made the mounted lions in the hunting room look like playful kittens. Weapons were next. He laid them out on the well-lived oak table as if we were playing cards: Glock 17, black polymer, grip rough enough to sandpaper fingerprints. Heckler & Koch MP5, compact, folding stock, whisper suppressor already mounted. Ka-Bar knives, edges blackened, sheaths worn smooth from too many last resorts. A pouch of grenades that looked like toys until you imagined your lungs shredded across a wall. I ran a finger along the Glock’s slide. It was cold, simple and honest. Tools of death are always more honest than the mouths

Crates upon crates of rifles, submachine guns, pistols, machine guns, heavy machine guns, and more. Warehouse after warehouse filled with grenades, flashbangs, tear gas canisters, explosives, land mines, and everything else you could imagine. "Ms. Reid, take it all!" "Yeah, let's take every last bit!"

The atmosphere became charged with an air of secrecy, and the dull hum of assembling gadgets mixed with the occasional metallic click of weaponry being readied. Assault rifles, ranging from sleek AR-15s to rugged AK-47s, were carefully laid out alongside specialized equipment. The scarred man's group was a well-oiled machine, each member knowing their role and executing their tasks efficiently. The room had transformed from a luxurious hotel suite into a temporary command centre for a mission known only to them.

Adrian’s expression remained unreadable, but Nathan saw the flicker of interest in his eyes. “What is it?” Adrian asked. Matteo’s voice was steady, but there was a sharpness to it now. “Weapons.” Silence. Heavy. Thick. Like the room itself had suddenly frozen. Nathan felt it settle in his chest. Weapons. That wasn’t just business as usual. That wasn’t something they could ignore. Adrian leaned forward slightly. “What kind of weapons?” Matteo exhaled. “Military-grade.” Luca cursed under his breath. Nathan’s mind was already moving calculating, processing, putting the pieces together.

After locking Aurora in the room, I headed straight to the armory. The heavy steel door groaned as I pushed it open, revealing racks of weapons that had served my pack for generations. Modern firearms lined one wall—assault rifles, pistols, sniper rifles with silver-tipped ammunition. Explosive devices filled reinforced cabinets: grenades, flashbangs, breaching charges. Ancient swords and axes hung beside tactical gear, bridging centuries of warfare evolution. Gareth was already there, checking ammunition supplies with methodical precision.

he answered. "Oh, they have arrived? Great!" I say. "What are they?" Noah asked me this time. "They are weapons from human land, crossbows, which are specifically made to hunt wild animals like us, wolves. This will help us take down the wolves of the Night Walkers Pack," I explained. "And also some handguns and rifles. If they are about to use magic and the ancestral ways of fighting, the girl who was born in wolf land and brought up in human land I would love to opt for all possible human ways to win this war," I say.

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