Remnant 2 Double Barrel Mga Nobela at Kwento

After the false alarm of the explosion in the car, Basil showed up fearless out of nowhere. He is wearing a black shoulder holster where his two Double Barrel Pistol inserted in both sides. The FN F2000 he carrying is fully loaded and it's ready to give a shot anytime. While in his belt holster he had three grenade and five magazines to use later. He been waiting for this face off after a long time that Niklaus hid in his shell. After all the years he just now had the guts to show up. Tsk. Wrong timing Niklaus. Basil remained standing in front of the gate while it's slowly opening. As the gate finally opened, he took one of his grenades and throwed it inside.

He checked the tension of a powerful, compact crossbow, its bolts tipped with a paralytic toxin derived from a desert scorpion. Kael worked on his tablet, now encased in a rugged shell of woven fiber and resin. He synced it with a handful of small, crystal-based devices the Rememberer tinkerers had made. "Resonance dampeners," one of the tinkerers explained. "They won't make you invisible to scanners, but they will make you look like background noise. Like a glitch."

Two of the warriors had just pried open the top of the largest crate with a crowbar, pulling back layers of straw to reveal rows of heavy gray rifles. My heart sank into my stomach the second I recognized the specialized manufacturing marks on the metal barrels. "Those are black-market weapons," I whispered, my internal monologue instantly switching to pure tactical analysis. "Specifically, the heavy military-grade stuff left over from Brennan’s old supply lines before we locked him down." "This is impossible," Valerie whispered back, her face turning completely pale in the dark as she stared through the glass. "My father ordered all of Brennan's old contacts in this region to be permanently

Defense +10%. [Option B (Perfect)]: Consume Armored Ballistic Steel x100, Precision Electronics x10, Fire Control Chip x1.] [— Unlocks a 25mm heavy chain cannon. Storage expands to 20 cubic meters. Defense increases to 200. Weight increases to 20 tons.] No contest. Jake picked B instantly. A 7.62mm machine gun might work against other players, but against zombies? It'd take multiple shots. He might as well just keep ramming them. And tougher monsters were definitely coming.

His life was inimical to his existence. With the survival instincts taking over, Bradford drew his Smith & Wesson M & P 9 pistol and with maximum precision; he fired at the Secretary’s head and threw his entire weight on the Benz before opening fire at the Chinese national’s forehead. The two slumped dead. The death of the two foreign nationals would not be much of a story. Quickly, he searched for anything of value and found their two passports. He grabbed them and staffed them in his car. He needed to make the dead people illegal immigrants with no valid papers. After he was satisfied there was nothing incriminating him or linking him to the murder, Bradford jumped in his car and drove awa

“Four fully loaded magazine, two stacks of shotgun bullets and few sidearm bullets” I stare at the rifle next to the shotgun on the table, deciding which one to pick. “Rifle or shotgun?” “None” Mel says as she points to the double barrel hanged on the wall, probably it belongs to the old man who lived here. She walks to the corner to get the gun. “Reminds me of old days with grandpa, I'll love to test one of those,” she says. Mel placed it on the table before heading to the couch for the ammo, like she knew where it was, she lifted the couch and laugh,”These old men are the same,” she said as she shoves the pack of ammunition into her pocket.

That's when I decided to just either punch the head off or smashing them on the wall or floor, it's possible because the undead was deadly slow. "I remember reading about these firearms in an old book about Dwarven technology..but, unlike the dwarven, this packs a lot of strength..". (Bar) Bar was extremely intrigued by the guns as he opened up the remains of undead to collect the monster core. "What Dwarven have was a musket…what we have is more advance..it's called firearms..look even this P90 could fire multiple rounds compare to the musket..". (Mina) "This would be interesting to imbued an enchantment on this thing…owh~ a Level 5 core, nice~..".(Bar)

"How's the gate turret coming, Dutch?" Dutch leaned over the wooden railing, wiping his brow with the back of his leather work glove, a proud, grin spreading across his face. "This little genius right here figured out a way to bypass the Coalition's electronic firing solenoid using a spare 12-volt relay from Flatbed One. We've got the fifty-cal mounted, zeroed, and linked straight to a foot pedal in the high watchtower. Anyone tries to ram the main gate, and we can lay down two thousand rounds of armor-piercing lead in under sixty seconds."

It was smooth, cultured, and terrifyingly familiar. Maya froze. Out of the darkness stepped a man who looked exactly like Kael, but his eyes were a cold, clinical blue. He held a silver cylinder that hummed with a familiar, lethal frequency. Kael is dead, the double said, tilting his head with a mechanical grace. But the legacy code lives on in you. And the Architect does not like to lose her favorite toys. Maya looked at the double, then at the breaking crystal. The man she loved was a mile away, fighting through a wasteland of fire, while his ghost stood before her with a weapon.

She bends Emerson's wrist so far back I hear it crack. Emerson cries out in pain. "You fucking bitch! I'll kill you for this! Rage, baby make her stop!" Remi stops a hair short of biting into the clubwhores neck with her razor sharp teeth. She runs her nose up Emerson's neck taking a long sniff. She's memorizing her scent. Then she slowly runs her tongue up the side of the chicks neck. I can't lie! This shit is kinda fucking hot! Until Remi's voice is no longer her own. Her hair becomes a short silver bob. Her voice is deep and vicious. Her nails have extended into black shiny cat like claws.