Remnant 2 Double Barrel Novels & Stories

He drove the broken obsidian blade into the center of Remnant’s chest—the glowing core where the Archive backup was stored. The explosion was silent. A wave of violet energy rippled outward from the double, washing over the battlefield. The Refurbished warriors didn't die; they simply stopped. They stood like statues, their silver armor turning to dull, rusted iron. Remnant’s face began to pixelate. The perfection faded, revealing a hollow frame of wire and light beneath. "The... the investors... will not be pleased..." Remnant’s voice glitched one last time before his eyes went dark. ---

Each clean shot represented a pack member fighting through pain and weakness to protect their own. The black market arsenal he'd acquired over the years—fifty Barrett M82/M107s, fifty CheyTac M200 Interventions, fifty Accuracy International AX50s, fifty McMillan TAC-50s, and fifty Sako TRG 42s—now proved their worth. Enough firepower to wage a small war, and they were using every bit of it.

His weapon could turn into different styles and sizes that he thought would fit into a certain battle. Jack's spear has become even more dangerous than it was. It was remade with two silver blade wings, being the usual main blade in the center. The handle was fully covered with maroon metal, with thorns on some parts of its top and end. On the other hand, Blaze's slingshot's ammunition could cause an explosion once it hits a certain target, whether it's a person or not. The weapon itself was upgraded into a black metal handle with fire-like glowing effects caused by the dwarves' magic spell.

I headed to the ammunition room and Ross smiled when he saw me. “What do you need?” “Two SRS A2’s, the team’s normal pistol book out, extra magazines, and four Remington ACR’s with two magazines each,” I said to him and smiled. “And a Karambit.” Ross shook his head and smiled again. “You never go anywhere without that damn knife.” “Best knife in the world,” I said. I headed back down to the basement and found the team still standing around and talking to each other. I sat down on my bike. “Go home, get some sleep. I’ll see you all back here tonight.”

I got to my car and went to the boot. I opened it and pushed a button installed by the right panel of the boot. A shiny black metal tray filled with my favorite weapons slid up as the fake floor of the boot part. I picked up a Pit Viper Nine Millimeter with a twenty-one round capacity and a Barretta Nine Thousand S. Also a twenty-one round capacity. I put them in my shoulder holster and strapped it on. I grabbed Karambits and also with their sheath. I pushed the button and the tray of death tools slid down and the false floorboards closed.

Alexander explained. "Sure!" Cimarron did not even think about it and agreed easily. "That was quick. Aren't you afraid I'd force you to do something bad?" Alexander teased. "I trust you won't do so." Cimarron trusted Alexander completely. Alexander smiled warmly and said nothing more. He intended to speak of his next plan after he had taken down the Wagerway. A loud bang filled the night sky from thousands of miles away. It seemed to have been produced by a deadly weapon called a Barrett. It was a heavy sniper that even a Lord of the War Realm could not resist. Alexander was familiar with thermal weapons and could recognize them from the sound.

Two hundred feet below, in a world of crushing pressure and absolute darkness, the struggle continued. Leo Draven felt the icy water invading his lungs, but the adrenaline kept the cold at bay. He had his arm locked around Julian’s throat, but Julian wasn't fighting like a man—he was fighting like a cornered animal. They tumbled through the submerged ruins of the server room, smashing into floating monitors and tangled cables. Suddenly, a flash of blue light illuminated the silt. The Remnant was still there, his hands fused to the manual override lever, his body short-circuiting as the salt water ate through his synthetic nervous system. He looked at Leo, his glowing eyes flickering.

Cylo went left, and Ivo went right. They were armed with special pistols that could fire needles coated with poison. With these pistols, they could move more quietly but still effectively incapacitate the guards. “Tsk, first I have to incapacitate you guys,” muttered Ivo, who had found several guards who were still unaware of his presence. He fired two needle bullets at someone who was on guard until the guard immediately collapsed to the ground. There was no excessive noise, and everything was completely silent. It turned out that these pistols were really effective at incapacitating guards like this.

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Mile was fully loaded with automatic machine guns. His personal favorite was the Riffle Gilboa Snake. It was a double barrel with two chambers. And Paul Muschick. Pittsburgh gun. They were fully loaded to kill each and every one who dared to hurt his son. They were gathered at a T Junction after 4 hours of city hunting. Mile, Natt, Noah, Conrad and Daniel, they all stepped out. So far they had no clue of Benjamin. Conrad's men failed to trace too. They tracked all CCTV's but all they could find was a double cabin jeep. And the number was fake as expected.