Novel & Cerita Murder Drones N Pfp

Time skips to one week Drake P.O.V My name is Drake Blackwell and yeah I am the mafia leader of Italy and Africa and also the founder of Blackwell industries. People know who I am and what I do for a living they fear and respect me well they should after all I am that kind of person you should not mess with. For the past one week I am on a killing spree. If he thinks that by killing my 10 men he can challenge me that he is wrong. The world which I rule runs on power there is no place of emotions in it . The weaker you are the lower the chances of your survival will be . That bloody bast*rd think that they can defy me and will escape. They don't know whom they are messing with. If they want

Drake orders. We’re all raw. Losing a pack member always hurts. But when it’s due to exhaustion, from relentless fighting, it hits deeper. Harder to accept. As they drag him away, a warrior hands me a drone. “Stop!” I shout, chasing after them. I shove the drone camera in the shooter’s face. “This man will be tortured and killed. Slowly. Just like the rest of our captives. Think about that before you ever attack us again!” I flip the camera the bird and pass it to Drake, who smashes the lens and speaker. Fiona might still try to trace the signal, but they usually cover their tracks.

Even I- the sneakiest and finest assassin, was forced to give up on walking till the end myself to find out if anything illegal was hidden or not, and had to use my tiny drone to capture images instead. Satisfied with the result, I noticed nothing unusual and decided to join Dre- the Motherfucking Ninja Queen. He must have toured the lands by now. That fucking fast Ninja. Grrrrr. “HELP !” Dre suddenly screamed through the mindlink. What the hell !! What trouble did the fucktard get himself into now ?! Fuck !

They were Aegis 'Phantom' Security Drones. Designed specifically for the elite residential sectors, they were aesthetically beautiful—sleek, chrome-plated quadrupeds that moved with the terrifying, silent grace of metallic panthers. They didn't have heavy plasma cannons; they were armed with integrated, high-frequency laser scalpels meant to surgically dismember intruders without damaging the expensive artwork or staining the carpets with too much blood. SYSTEM ALERT: PHANTOM DRONE (STEALTH CLASS). THREAT: HIGH-AGILITY.

"W-We haven't figured that out yet." "That's a child in your kindergarten. How can you not know who he is?" David quickly ordered the teachers to check. While the officers weren't looking, Esther leaned in close to my ear again. "Eve, you'd better think carefully. If I go down, you won't walk away clean either," she uttered. My heart clenched. I turned to look at her. She was smiling eerily. "Your son gave his hoodie to someone else. That child died. Everyone thought it was your son. Don't you think people might start wondering what really happened?"

The child's cries worsen as if feeling the deadly aura and the death wolf roars in his mind. Silence, the bitches crying forever...kill her...fuc*ing murderer...! End the evil! No...I... can't... Then let me do it. Hand over the controls, Thaneos. Can this child really be that evil? Is the death wolf right? But can he kill his own child? The ringing sound in Thaneos's eyes worsened. A roar leaves his lips as his hand extends into his claws to touch the child. Kill her...just one slash at her heart...do it... You are doing good for this world...trust me.

"Nobody closes it without my say." A Scrapper drone burst through the elbow joint. It was a fusion of a spider and a buzzsaw. I drove my hand forward. The vacuum of the Seventh Seal erupted from my palm. It caught the drone mid-air. The Multiversal market was open. The first customer was trying to break the shop.

Kiran said seriously. “Go where? Where is he?” Malachi almost yelled at him. “His name’s Blake Cannon now, he was in Chicago but now he lives on a farm in Epworth, Iowa,” Kiran said and his hands shook with either anger or excitement. “What did Death show you?” “There are people after him. We were in his house, there were guns shooting everywhere and he gets hit, maybe five or six times but he’s still fighting back but there’s too many of them, he’s going to die, Dad. I saw him die,” Kiran said, emotion swimming in his blue eyes.

"They’re just doing it with a 'Peacekeeping' logo." ​The Breach of the Gutter ​The conversation was cut short by a high-pitched, metallic whine. ​"Drones!" Maya screamed. ​The ceiling of the Gutter exploded. Three UN "Seeker" drones, spherical, chrome-plated machines armed with neural-paralyzers, dropped into the shanty-town. They didn't target the Vanes first; they targeted the Un-Linked. ​"No!" Leo roared. ​He didn't reach for a weapon. He reached for the runes on his skin. He felt the "Wild Resonance" he had discovered in the Sub-Core; the primal, unrefined power of the wolf.

I whispered, "you’re going to have to find her in the dark." I initiated a recursive wipe. The blue pillar of silicon began to scream—a literal, high-pitched electronic wail as I began to shred the "Batch" lists. "Stop her!" the female voice commanded. The vault didn't have guards. it had defenders. Two panels in the ceiling slid back, and sleek, quadrupedal drones—resembling skeletal hounds made of carbon fiber—dropped to the floor. Their optical sensors glowed a predatory crimson. I pulled the matte-black pistol Julian had given me. My heart was a drum, but my hand was steady. I fired, the suppressed rounds thudding into the lead drone’s chassis, but it didn't slow down. It was built to ab