Pacar Gun Atthaphan Novels & Stories

Phelix said terrifyingly. Ok. The Man said standing up from his chair. Just then Phelix sign of relief a gun shot was heard and he laid there lifelessly, covered in his own pool of blood. The man shoot Phelix directly on his heart from his gun Sig P226. Sig P226 is a legendary 9mm handgun. Mercy but I don't like that word for betrayer people. The Man said looking at the dead body. Clean this mess up. The Man said to Max then started to walk out of the room.

Now, instead of going to train, they were accompanying Pheuk to buy his new gun. "Sorry, what?" She asked Pheuk. He showed her the gun in his hand. "What about this one?" He asked again. Alexandra eyed it. It was a silver gun. Not longer than her arm. It had a black hilt and Alexandra didn't need to look more before she shook her head. "I don't like it." Pheuk looked stunned at her blunt response. Win laughed.

My eyes widened when I caught sight of the poisonous Arabian Knife that was shimmering under the glow of the flickering neon light. Paul smirked at me, launching the knife at me. So close, but I managed to jump backward, knocking into a pile of packed cocaine. Paul laughed, bringing out a Thompson 1928 product gun from his pants. "Sorry, but nothing is fair in love or war." Paul said, smiling triumphantly, before pulling the trigger. I rolled to the side, and the bullet Pierced through the glass floor, creating a loud, shrill sound. Paul frowned, firing another bullet at me, and I moved to the side, avoiding the hit, but the bullet managed to graze my arms.

She squashed the gun easily in her palms. Carlo couldn't believe his eyes; how is these all happening. "M-m-men, fire!" he ordered frighteningly. To his surprise, they didn't flinch. Carlo glanced at them disbelievingly. "I said sh..." "We value our lives... Carlo.” One replied shortly. "How dare you! Y'all are traitors. I'll fucking kill every last one of you. How could you..." his voice trailed off the instant when a balled fist emerged from his chest. Thane had stab him through the heart with just a punch.

Joan zoomed past and picked up a much larger gun which seemed to scare the shit out of him. "Not that" He chuckled darkly before taking it out of her hands. "I didn't say be a fucking terrorist, That's a 13mm Gyrojet and we don't use that for shooting around here" He croaked and with a shrug of her shoulders, she turned away from him.

Alfi’s head is bowed and Manik comes to the surface with both of his eyes open floating to Kartika and Koji. “Alfi, are you okay?” Kartika seems worried. “Your Highness Alfa, exterminate all of them!” Manik exclaimed. Alfi raises his head and says, ”Yes, my master.” “What?!” Kartika and Koji exclaimed. Alfi draws a T41 gun from his bracelet and shoots Tai bullet at them. Kartika and Koji swiftly run and hide behind the trees. Alfi keeps shooting the trees till the trees get collapsed little by little. Kartika, with full of conviction to herself, runs to Alfi summoning Cakra. Cakra then punches the nozzle resulting in the gun bursting out.

Maybe this is what I need right now? Thane raised his face and looked down into my eyes the same second, tension brewing between our fixed stare. “Now who the fuck still uses arrows in this century,” Zane’s voice distracted us. He spat and pulled out his pistol as he hid behind the car. “Don’t charge in blindly,” Thane ordered him. “We don’t know how many they’re yet.” Zane smirked, “And they don’t know about guns.” He peeked and took aim, then fired multiple shots. Screams of anguish followed every bang that was made.

Before I could be able to shout for help, the guy threatened m "Say a word and you'll die," he said, giving me a death glare. I gulped as his voice frightened m Thereafter, a black van suddenly ission of some kind. The one on the right of me was dramatically shorter than his accomplices while the other guys were both tall, bulky, and rugged. The guy in the middle was the only one holding a gun, an ICS CXP MARS PDW9 to be exact, who looked slightly angelic with his quite long, midnight black hair and blue eye

“Showing up here dressed like you just walked out of Coachella.” Giancarlo’s smile vanished, replaced by a scowl that darkened his face. “Well then, let me tell you that this ‘lunatic’ who looks like he just walked out of Coachella won’t be leaving until I bring Alessandro’s fucking head back with me!” Aidan’s hand moved up as he pulled back the bolt handle, ejecting the spent casing with a sharp metallic click. Sliding it forward, he chambered a new round and locked it into place.

He hadn’t been around to experience many of them in Macie’s life, so he swore he’d soak up even the littlest ones whenever given the chance. She ran up to the target, whooped and turned around to beam at him. “I hit two! Dead center.” “I see that.” “Can we shoot some more?” “As much as you want.” “Cool.” Her eyes danced. “What other guns do you have hidden in your truck? Rifles? Shotguns? Bazookas?” “Settle down, Annie Oakley.” “But I want to shoot something besides this little plinker.” “The Walther P22 is plenty for you to handle right now.” Cash scratched his chin.