My Chemical Romance Conventional Weapons 소설 & 이야기

There was also a metal gate offering a partial view of the outside. “Pick one weapon,” he ordered firmly, still avoiding my question. “You’re not allowed to shift into wolf form until halfway through.” I didn’t hesitate. I went straight for the bow and arrows. I grabbed a quiver with about ten arrows and noticed that some of them had a strong chemical smell on the tips. “These are poisoned? Is that really necessary for the circuit?” “Good nose. Know what they’re for?” I nodded. Some were laced with paralytics; others were dosed with magic-suppressing compounds made from plants that grow near the Shadow Border.

a reckoning. Ve thought ve vere prepared. HA! Prepared! I had equipped my men vith thermobaric charges, blessed ammunition—yes, even I, a scientist!—and chemical deterrents that do not exist in your little NATO databases. My men vere disciplined, their armor reinforced, their spirits foolishly high. But you see, Field Team Zweiundvierzig, you cannot shoot guilt. You cannot gas regret. You cannot burn the memory of atrocity.

“Failed? I led with heart, Uncle. You lead with hate. The pack will see through you… they’ll rise against this.” A dark chuckle escaped Maximus, echoing off the walls. He released Zarek’s hair and stepped back, reaching into the shadows behind him. From a concealed holster, he drew a sleek, silver-barreled gun—loaded, no doubt, with bullets tipped in wolfsbane and silver, designed to end a shifter’s life swiftly and painfully. The weapon gleamed under the flickering torchlight, a modern intrusion in this ancient ritual of torment. He leveled it at Zarek’s chest, the barrel steady, his finger hovering over the trigger.

Martin reported. "What did they do to her? How did she end up like this?"Bryce asked the servant. "Mrs Davis placed her in that machine," the servant replied, pointing to the huge machine, which looked like an enclosed hyperbaric chamber, sitting at the side of the wall. Martin got closer to the machine and began examining it. "That is how she makes people disappear. She will put them into this machine, and they will come out looking like this," the servant said, pointing to the bowl of thick, dark liquid. "When she has too many of them, they pour it away into the city sewage," she added.

"Enough. Quit crying. Didn't we already line you up with that old widower? Just marry him and take care of him. You don't need kids." Vanessa covered her face, shaking. "But... I heard that old guy's a total creep—and abusive. He's had a bunch of wives way younger than him. None of them lasted more than a few years... they all died. Compared to that, I'd rather stay with Wade. At least he actually loved me." Jennifer raised her hand to hit her again— The lights cut out. After checking, Darren stomped around, furious. "That jerk Wade cut everything—water, power, gas, internet. He did it on purpose!"

When her vision cleared, she gasped. The room was a staggering, terrifying display of absolute military power. The walls were lined with racks of matte black automatic rifles, heavy breaching shotguns, and advanced tactical explosives. There were reinforced crates of high caliber ammunition stacked to the ceiling, alongside rows of pristine, unmarked ballistic body armor.

I unscrewed both lids, mixed the powders loosely in my hands, and threw the handful of chemical dust right into the center of the oncoming rogue pack. As their heavy paws struck the flint-heavy ground in their rush to attack, a brilliant, explosive burst of bright sparks and blinding chemical fire ignited. The sudden flash of heat and suffocating sulfur smoke threw them into chaos. Wolves yelped, shaking their heads and scattering away from the sudden blaze. “Malik!”

“Then consider this an upgrade.” Matteo stood behind her, silent, his presence a dark anchor. He had insisted on accompanying her, but for once, he didn’t interfere. He was watching her measuring, weighing, almost testing. Anya flicked ash from her cigarette onto the concrete. “You’re asking for high-caliber rifles, custom silencers, and C-4 in bulk. That’s not business. That’s war.”

"I'm sure your participation in the weapons program will be enriching. The nation needs men like you." "I'll do my best," I replied, my chest swelling with a sense of patriotism, as I had been dreaming to serve the nation after I enrolled in military school back in the day. And I wouldn't have dragged my feet for so long if I hadn't fallen in love with Claire. - The days following my arrival were busy but felt fulfilling, as I would rise as early as seven and only go to bed past ten. The lab became my favorite place, as I often hang out with my colleagues to discuss plans, data and solutions.

Hunter jerks on the bed so suddenly that Aria’s eyes snap to him and she tells him to calm down, like some fucking child. I go to the table by the left wall and place the suitcase on it. I tap in the code, open the latches and bring out the wolfsbane, a golden liquid substance with flecks of bright blue in it. Roman said Hunter used to buy it in bulk and have it shipped out despite how dangerous it is to werewolves and how he knew his clients would use it against people like them. He had to sabotage that business and bring it down and Hunter was not happy about it.