Pulp Fiction Jules Gun Novels & Stories

I groped Raging Bull’s back for a gun, shot Bloody Knuckles without delay, and shot Raging Bull’s liver next. Blood instantly oozed into my thin white shirt. I grunt, pushing the still groaning Raging Bull off of me. ‘Fuck, he’s heavy.’ The third bulky guy seemed to have a working brain. He was halfway to the door, dragging an unconscious Juaquin, wise enough to leave the room. Dumping Juaquin’s body, he pulled his gun, but not fast enough since my bullet hit him first. The hole between his eyes was still dancing with smoke as he dropped like a log onto the ground.

Justin budged, his body moving backwards like limbo. It all happened so quickly. The thug missed, and Justin grabbed the man's beefy arm. The man screamed, feeling Justin cook his hands. Jungkook smirked before hoisting the man above him and dropping him down hard, before punching the man with a flaming fist, making him unconscious. Just then, the most hilarious thing happened "Firrrreeeee!!" Wait what? All of us turned to the source of music, watching Jules stuff his phone and then staring at us with a sheepish grin. Jules looked at me, and I gave him that look as if to say, 'What's with the song?' To which he said,