Murder Drones Absolute Solver Novels & Stories

"Yes, but we can talk about that later. It's the least important thing right now." Liv shut her mouth with a snap and stared at him for several long beats before speaking again. "Okay, then." Her eyes raised to the ceiling looking like she was weighing what she wanted to say next. "So, you're immortal?" "Not exactly. We can be killed but it is difficult. We heal quickly. As you could see, Asta was perfectly fine when she was in here earlier. Our bodies can heal most wounds if we can shift." Brodi sat up straight. "We are exceptional warriors. In today's world, the only thing that could kill us would be a bullet to the brain. That would not allow us to have the capacity to shift, so we would

He assured her. Hunter roared the engine to life as Draken's men cleared the road—Draken's car along with three Fortuners were right behind Hunter's car. They reached the North Pack safely. Aurora was sick and it was related to her being a hybrid. She often goes through this pain but this time it wasn't that severe thanks to her wolf. Hunter stayed there with Aurora for a while but he couldn't bring his mind to rest. "You should get yourself treated," Draken said, noticing blood on Hunter's back. Hunter shook his head. Getting himself treated was the last thing on his mind.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

" I will kill her! She is mine to end!" His eyes were silver. Showing death wolf is in control. And Thoda gulps, keeping her voice calm. " She is your blood, Thaneos. Your daugh-" " Noooo! A murderer of my own mate can't be my blood! She is evil....evil!!" Daniel tries to come forward to help when Thora only shows him her hand. Stopping him. Looking back into Thaneos's silver eyes. " Is this what Alexandria wanted?" Her words immediately made those silver eyes flicker back to Thaneos's original brown ones. He breathes heavily, struggling to stay in control. Leaving Thora.

Because, unless things changed, or secrets leaked, there are only two people in the world knew exactly what my drones were capable of beyond flying around taking footage and mapping spaces. Thanks to Titan's ingenuity and my access to discreet fabrication, each of my "survellance" drones were outfitted with cutting-edge, lightweight electromagnetic pulse guns. If two or more focused on that van, it could be slowed to a stop. Two people--Not Gerald, nor Allison. Just myself and the man who designed them. "ASP," I spoke to the AI assistant "Tell the nearest drones to focus on the white van heading south from my current location. Protocol Omega 3"

"We go through it." "Are you insane?" Chalida screamed, backing away as the drone drifted closer, its red eye fixed on their movements. "It’s an optimizer!" Pim roared, charging toward the drone. "It’s not designed to handle irrational, self-destructive variables! We have to disrupt its predictive modeling!" The drone fired a stun-bolt, hitting the floor inches from Pim’s feet. The floor cracked, sending shrapnel flying. Pim didn't flinch. She swung the silver candelabra with all her strength, smashing it into the drone’s sensor array.

"Seven of them. One for each sovereign nation. They aren't targeting the Grid, Caspian. They’re targeting the Richard Bloodline." "Declan! Tasha!" Caspian shouted into his comms. "Initiate the Aegis Shield! We have incoming kinetic projectiles!" "The Shield won't work!" I screamed, my mind racing as I visualized the flight paths. "The Aegis is a digital lock. These drones are Mechanical Hammers. They’re designed to break through the hardware, not the code!" The first drone hit the lower levels of the Tower with a bone-shaking thud. The building groaned, the structural stabilizers fighting to compensate for the massive kinetic energy.

He lunged. He didn't have the Sovereign’s juice, but he had the "Quiet." His human soul was a void that the drones couldn't track. He moved like a glitch, his pulse-claymore shearing through the liquid-shadow limbs of the first drone. It didn't bleed; it dissipated into static. "Is that all?" Nevan roared. Five more shards hit the ground. Ten. Twenty. The steppe was being peppered with the Source’s hunters. They moved with a terrifying, synchronized grace, a hive-mind focused on the bunker beneath the gantry.

Then he looked at everyone else. "You may think the case that other officers couldn't solve in more than 9 months, how can we solve it in just 2 weeks? But let me ask you one thing instead, why was this team formed in the first place? Why were we given a special room with all those special gadgets and advantages? The answer is-" "Is to put a stop to the serial murder and catch Dr. Killer as fast as possible." Said Mr. Gray with a smile as he finished his friend's sentence. "And we have to catch him before another innocent life is lost."

“Shit.” From the tunnels above and below, the swarm descended. Drones—sleek, silver, endless—poured into the underbelly like locusts loosed from hell. Their glassy eyes burned red with Echo’s final command, each rotor shrieking like a wasp’s wings. Needled limbs glistened with venomous current, dripping sparks that hissed as they touched the steel.