Revy Pistol Novels & Stories

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.

“Let me give you a piece of advice. The next time you want to pull out a gun in front of someone to threaten them, I'd recommend you to get the lastest Dan Wesson DWK Pistol. It would do more damage than the useless pistol in your hand, one bullet can take down a bear if you aim properly. Once you get your hand on a weapon like that, then you can think of pointing a gun at me.” Eva remarked, her voice laced with mockery at Mark. She chuckled and brushed past him like a crazy woman.

"Do you know what kind of bullets Piers used? What kind of gun?" Arnold looked away, thinking, and then looked up and into Grayson's eyes. "It was a Smith & Wesson semi-automatic pistol." Grayson's heart stopped, remembering what the detective had said during the investigation. Then he looked at the police report to make sure. "Are you sure?" Arnold nodded. "Positive. That's the weapon he used in Afghanistan and his weapon of choice." "I thought all of you used Glock 17s?" Grayson asked. "That's standard issue from the castle."

I thought that was probably the last time, but who knew I now had to take training on it? "I don't have all the time in the world for you," with that, she handed me a 22 LR pistol. I knew it because in my leisure time I used to research on revolvers. Never did I ever imagine to be using one in real life. When the cold metal touched my palm, it gave me goosebumps. Now I knew why she made me lift weights—it was heavier than one would think it to be. "This is a 22 LR pistol. It is semi-automatic, which means it—" I completed her sentence.

He asked me to follow him and I did. “Where are we going?” He led me to a door near the shooting range. He opened it and an array of guns was in front of me. “I’ll let you pick.” I looked at him with excited eyes. “Really?” He nodded. I was jumping up and down from the excitement I felt. I didn’t take too long to choose, the moment my eyes saw it I knew that it was the one I wanted. I took the Colt Combat Unit Pistol and showed it to Primo. He approved of my choice and he gave me a pink holster. I raised my eyebrow. “Why is it pink?” He looked at me. “I thought you like pink.” I shook my head. “Do you have one in black?” He chuckled and threw me a black holster. I smiled and strapped it on m