Murder Drones Oc Maker Novels & Stories

He stared at the flying military-grade drones, completely dumbfounded. No way. Those weren't just any drones—they were recon-strike drones! What the hell? Just a little project? She freaking built these?! After the initial shock, he couldn't even bring himself to doubt it. There was no way you could buy drones like that anywhere outside. And their design—he'd never seen anything like it before. The only explanation was that Hayley actually made them herself. He suddenly remembered all the other military-level defenses around their base. Every single one of them was something the outside world couldn't replicate.

“You want to jam Dominion recon with children’s toys?” Alexander shrugged. “The kids already fly kites every evening. We integrate polished plates. The drones will get back scatter, false angles, scrambled telemetry. They’ll think every street is filled with mirrored heat signatures.” Jun whistled. “That’s… actually brilliant.” Ethan nodded. “Put a call out for every kite-maker in the city. We build an aerial mural of metal.” Cira scribbled furiously. “I’ll post it on the Board immediately.” Part Three: The Quiet Shield

Drake pov : As soon as I reach my office and I immediately went into my secret room .I had made this room to keep a check on my enemies and rivals .when you are rich and successful its inevitable that u will have many rivals looking for a chance to pull you down .So I made this secret place where the best hackers and white hats work 24/7 observing and extracting data and information of other rivals . I blasted into the room ,Everyone where surprised . I shouted ,"so how is the work going did you track the location of the car number I asked you too ."

The drone’s weapon pods hummed with a terrifying, high-pitched frequency that made the fillings in Kabir’s teeth ache. The blue luminescence charging within its barrel was identical to the energy that had dissolved the workbench in Geneva. It wasn't designed to destroy flesh; it was designed to erase the very seconds that held their physical bodies together. "Jump out!" Kabir bellowed, throwing his body weight across the back seat to shove Vikram and Devashish out of the open-topped jeep.

he disclosed in detail. “Can the drones be intercepted ?” Jax quizzed. “No. The drones are programmed to self destroy themselves and when these bots are intercepted then they roll a series of balls before they decimate their existence,” he explained. “What are those balls ?” Jax interrogated. “They are baby bombs but they contain shards of glass and silver so the interceptor can be killed,” he answered. “How do you contact a ghost communicator ?” Jax grilled. “That’s not how it works, Sir. In this trade, there is minimal communication between the stakeholders. The request is made through mindlinks. This way no human can barge into the cartel,” he earnestly answered.

“We were having a serious conversation.” “I’m sorry.” Carl rubbed his temples. “Jack is special, and what I meant—which I now regret saying—is that Jack was right about knowing numbers. Not Lucas being negative. How did your wolves get so close without alerting the queen?” “Good question.” King Sutton wiped his mouth with a napkin. “A drone. Russell had just gotten home when the attacks occurred, so he was able to grab the drone and come to California to help fight. He’s been honing his drone skills for the day this situation arose. We invested in an expensive drone that can do this sort of surveying for us. The queen lives far enough away from Los Angeles that flights aren’t a problem.”

"Execute the 'Fireworks Protocol'!" Marcus, who had been waiting for the signal, slammed his palm down on a large red button on a secondary console. All around the Oni Group tower, from the rooftops of adjacent buildings, a series of pre-deployed Sterling Industries drones activated. They weren't armed with missiles, but with something far more specialized. They simultaneously fired a barrage of high-intensity, non-lethal electromagnetic pulse and strobe-light projectiles.

They were silent, lethal, and programmed to kill anything with a biological signature. Sora didn't use his frequency. The sound would alert the surface teams. Instead, he drew his combat knife. He leaped from the pipe, a shadow in the dark. His blade sliced through the first drone’s optic sensor before it could chime. He spun in mid-air, his silver claws extending from his left hand to crush the second drone’s casing into a ball of scrap metal. The third drone swiveled, its internal Gatling gun spinning up. Before it could fire, a massive black hand reached out from the shadows and crushed it flat against the wall. Vardan stepped into the dim light, his eyes glowing gold.

She was taken aback by her sudden interrogation. "What? No?" Micaela blinked her lashes rapidly and denied, then turned and stared ahead nothing in particular. "Just kidding." Saying Jane swivelled and pressing her elbows on the railing as she looked ahead. "Can you see those wires over the boarder walls?" Micaela nodded her head. "Ten thousand milliamps current running through those wires. A slight human touch and you cannot even imagine how brutal a person's death could be. And that drone, it doesn't only have a security camera but equipped with 7.62 mm machine gun."

She forwarded it to the kidnappers with a simple message: "Now show us they're alive." "While we wait, we need eyes on those four warehouses," Rogers said, turning to Mitchell. "Can your team handle surveillance without being detected?" Mitchell nodded. "We have men ready to move." "And I have drones," Luca added. "Small ones that look like birds, virtually silent. We can deploy them immediately." Luca didn't just own Cyber10, drone technology was part of another business. Rogers looked impressed. "The Bureau could use that technology." "The Bureau can't afford me," Luca replied coolly.