Revy Pistol Novels & Stories

We put on our goggles, head-pieces and gloves and made our way towards the counter where Charles provided us with our guns. "Which model is this?" Trevor asked as he ran his fingers over the metallic body of pistol. "Automag Four, .45 Winchester Magnum Cartridge." I responded. Trevor nodded in approval, "I personally prefer 5 but this will do nicely too." I grinned. "You know, I kept the bullet from the first time you taught me how to shoot."

Chapter 155 Standing in front of the glass case Mike looked at every gun. The glass case was four cabinets pushed together, end to end, well lit, with at least a hundred handguns inside. At the far left end were the 22's. Target pistols, six round revolvers and clip fed guns. One had a barrel less than two inches long and one had a barrel a foot long. Mike thought about the damage that tiny piece of lead could do. He moved to his right.

Eason picked up the pistol to take a look at it. It was a new model widely circulated on the black market; light and had a powerful long-range shot.

Either way, he could not jinx his probable good luck. Richard rented a car as soon as they exited the major terminal. They climbed in with their bags of clothes. Richard had told Ire on the plane that they would rent harmed guns to use. “Just in case,” He had said. Ire waited in the car when they arrived at a place called Pistol Gallery. Minutes later, Richard came back with a silver briefcase. Ire gingerly unlocked the case and opened it. An unassembled sleek black hand gun winked at him. “LP4 Pistol. It's got a standard subsonic cartridge, high explosive clip on component and a rapid fire clip on component.”

Alexander explained. "You guys are ridiculously disgusting. You have a great intellect but you guys invest them in the wrong ditch." I cringed and looked at the weapons. I heard them letting out long sighs. Mariano and Alex also met me with some of the world's highest-ranked dangerous guns and rifles like Glock-17, G-21, H&K P7, HK416, Uzi, Accuracy International AS50 Sniper Rifle, Thompson M1921, AR Magazine, Colt Python Revolver, world's smallest bullet 2mm Kolibri and so on that I couldn't digest.

“Nice toy, Henri. Specs?” Henri grinned, leaning forward. “Custom Delatour V-9. Silencer’s flawless, no sound, not even a whisper. Less recoil than a Beretta, but packs 9mm Parabellum with extended range, 200 meters, clean. More firepower than standard models. Arm your men with these, and your stealth kills will be ghosts.” I set my cup down, intrigued, my fingers brushing Dante’s as I took the pistol. “Silent kills with this kind of range?” I said, turning it over. “Our crews could slip through Ricci’s old turfs without a trace. Or anyone’s.”

REX'S POV The gun feels heavy in my hand, a cold extension of my anger. My heart pounds as I steady my breath, the weight of everything pressing on me. I raise the pistol, aim at the target a few feet ahead, and pull the trigger. The shot rings out, sharp and piercing, cutting through the silence around me. The bullet hits the edge of the bullseye. Close, but not perfect. Story of my life.

the guy says as he walks forward, then pulls out a pistol from the shelf compartment. “Desert Eagle Mark XIX, Serial Number: DE123456L789. This is a powerful Russian beauty. All you need to do is pull the trigger from any ground your feet stand on. I bet you Matriarch Alessandra is already dead meat.” The guy says as he passes me this pistol. Trust me when I say that I do not only like how he describes how Alessandra is going to become dead meat, I also like the fact that this pistol is lightweight. Something I can keep hidden until I achieve my goal.

Eric said coolly, his tone sharp enough to cut glass. Rex’s eyes darted to Damien, who was calmly examining a sleek, custom-made gun. A shiver ran down his spine. He recognized the weapon—a modified Smith & Wesson, known for its devastating effects. The bullets it fired didn’t just kill, they tortured, leaving behind excruciatingly slow, acid-induced agony. It was an acid that burned through everything until the pearly white bone was exposed. That pain alone would have people begging for death over mercy. Mr. Damien, I-I’m not sure of the purpose of your visit. V-velvet vipers hasn’t interfered with the Cross’s business—”

"Sir, please let me know when you know something. We are quite eager to put this behind us." The detective smiled, cocking his head to the side. "Yes, of course." "If I may ask, has there been any evidence at all?" Grayson asked, wanting to know something. Anything that may help. The detective sighed. "The shots were fired from a Smith & Wesson semi-automatic pistol, not common here in Estrea." Grayson's eyebrows pulled together in concern. "Where are they more commonly used?" "By the military in Afghanistan," the detective answered. "Why is it unusual here?"