My Chemical Romance Conventional Weapons Novels & Stories

Then, he swept his gaze across the group, wearing a smug grin. "Remember this—fear only exists when you're under-armed. With enough firepower? Hell, anyone would drop to his knees and beg for mercy!" However, Axel still looked deeply troubled. He shook his head and said, "Sir, conventional weapons won't help you in the sacred ground." Ralph sneered. "Unless your sacred ground is crawling with literal ghosts, I guarantee one high-explosive grenade will turn whatever's in there into ash." He burst into loud, conceited laughter—only to realize none of the village warriors were laughing with him. In fact, they were all staring at him like he was an absolute idiot.

A weapon that can cut down the distance is usually a disadvantage for fights between werewolves who master close combat. This weapon, which evolved from a human weapon, can be an enemy or a friend. It depended on who was using them. A rifle loaded with silver bullets, a rifle loaded with an object that would shoot out and explode with a sprinkling of silver powder, then the last was a rifle that shot bullets that would release the silver liquid inside when the bullet had stuck in the flesh.

His right hand shot to rip off Aristha's lab coat, lifting the crazy doctor directly face to face with a container of high concentration acid at a boiling temperature of one hundred degrees Celsius. "My wife's body, soul, arrogance, and the rising blood in her cheeks are a single masterpiece of the universe. Even God would not allow me to create a replica," hissed Absolute Alexander. And without the slightest hesitation from the mafia, Alpha King released his grip, allowing Aristha's body to fall, swallowing her own screams into the boiling chemical liquid. The entire shadow European biological weapons project was flattened without a trace.

Élliot asked, pointing at Moreau. " I'm in.." he said in a low voice, " Great, we'll move tonight, '' Delphine announced. They are going to raid Romanesque unannounced. .. .. .. The light of the moon shone in the town of Romanesque, it was like every other night, everyone had retired to their beds. Lamps were lit around, in one of the houses, two girls, one at the age of sixteen, the other eleven, were seen petting their new found toy, which they received from their mother as a gift.

Devastating against enclosed spaces or dense clusters of living targets. "Nice find." Jake's mouth curled into a smile. The Red Wolf Rig leader, Raven, had tried to use one of these on him earlier, only for the CIWS to blow it apart midair. He hadn't expected Victor to have ten more of these stashed away privately. In the right setting, these things packed more destructive power than a missile. Absolute doomsday weapons. And if he needed to, he could combine all ten into a single, more powerful enhanced thermobaric charge, something on par with sub-nuclear deterrence.

The guards, as if they had been electrocuted, lost their ability to fight. Max's eyes narrowed. It was a neuro-chemical weapon! Finn had mentioned that the most advanced weapon at the moment was the neuro-chemical weapon. However, Finn's research was more focused on physical weapons. The bodyguards were no match for Remiel. Remiel stomped one of the guards. The bodyguard spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted on the spot. Max's face turned pale. He couldn't let Remiel keep killing. The bodyguards would be wiped out in no time!

"My Omegas don't run hot. We’re ghosts in your machine. Now, take your hand off that console before I take the hand off your arm." Vance’s eyes darted to the large, shielded button at the center of the desk. The Salt-Bomb. A high-altitude chemical dispersal unit designed to strip the moisture from every living cell on the North Ridge. It wouldn't just kill the wolves; it would turn the entire mountain into a sterile, white graveyard for the next century.

They nod their heads and walk away. “These are the weapons I was able to get on such short notice. You have everything in there. Pistols, AK47s, Rifles, handguns, revolvers, submachine guns, etc.” I pick up the ball and zip it open, “I ask them for every bit of everything, and the knives are at the bottom”. I smirk and whistles at the sigh of the guns “Damn” “Yeah, Damn, that was my reaction when I saw those bad boys” “What about the bombs and stuff?” Roman as he holds out the Rifles and rubs the edge.

Brandon yelled. “No! You stand more to gain. Seth’s promised to reward us handsomely. You’ll get your fucking money. There’s a football game this Friday. We’ll set them off during the game. Don’t worry about anything. Even if Maverick finds out about this. This will be the biggest test he’ll ever face as Alpha. He’ll never come back from this.” Brandon closed the case and nodded. “Thank you for the reassurance.” I clenched my jaw and fists. Judging by the tubes in the briefcase, this was some chemical weapon. Most likely high doses of wolf’s bane.

“Looks like a nice rouge, but add some water, shake, throw, and you have a pretty compact bomb.” Holding a tube of lipstick, she uncaps the bottom, dumping a powder onto the small table. “Wolfsbane, aconite, and powderize silver. It’ll kill most, and if not, it’s going to put them down on their ass for a few hours.”