Revy Pistol Novels & Stories

Precision rested on steady hands, careful observation, and a complete lack of hesitation. He lifted the sleek, customized pistol, checking the threaded suppressor attached to the barrel. The weapon carried a heavy, balanced weight in his leather-gloved hand. Sliding his thumb over the magazine release, he verified the seating of the nine hollow-point rounds. He only needed two bullets tonight. One for the billionaire. One for the wife.

19 | M I C H E L L E ; A G I R L F U L L O F H O R M O N E *** Reinhard took a new gun for Michelle, FN 57 to be precise. The FN Five-seven pistol is a type of semi-automatic pistol produced by the Belgian arms company, FN Five-seven. The name of this gun is based on the use of 5.7 mm caliber bullets used by this weapon, while the large letters F and N are written at the initials of the company that manufactures this weapon, namely FN.

*** Sophia and Gena were dressed in black all over, while the other Special Assassinators were all in Soldiers clothings, from cap to boots. "Fix your guns!" Mrs Smith ordered and they all picked their guns and started arranging it. When they were done, they got it ready to shoot at all the fruits tied high up in front of them. "If you miss the fruit in front of you, no more mission for you!" Mrs Smith said. "Now shoot!" She commanded. They all raised their guns, aimed at the fruits and shot at the fruits at the same time. Skyler's bullet hit the wall and didn't touch his fruit. "Skyler is off the mission!" She said sternly.

The regimen of Verónica and her family provoked the bankruptcy of many businesses, not to mention the extortions and blackmailing that the people had to face as the story progressed. "Do you mind if I take a closer look?" "Be my guest" With his permission, I held the huge pistol with my left hand. It was surprisingly light considering its size and length. Here I got around 25 centimeters of pure firepower. Not only that, but the bullets were of an intimidating size. All of that is imprisoned in a magazine with 8 rounds in the handle. This is way unexpected... To think I would be able to find the mysterious blacksmith right here...

replied Devon. Ten shrugged. “Listen, none of us were any different from you when we came here. The fact is… as fucked up as all this shit is… it’s a helluva lot better than what any of us had going on in our old lives. I mean this is some real James Bond shit.” She had a point, thought Devon grudgingly. Releasing her arms, she held out her hand, palm up. “Okay, Q, give me my weapon.” Ten placed a Smith and Wesson .38 special in her hand.

I considered the firearms, running my fingers along the sleek, deadly curves. Mark leaned back in his chair, dark eyes appraising me coolly. "The Beretta 92FS is always a reliable choice," he murmured, tapping the sleek black pistol with a calloused finger. "Accurate, lightweight, and packs a punch. I've also got the latest Glocks—polymer frames, high magazine capacity. Perfect for your men."

“What are you waiting for, young lady? Come in and pick your gun.” “O… Okay. Right away,” Sotiria answered tremblingly and entered the shop. She picked a silver mini pistol. The pistol was a tad shorter than her palm, and it fit into her pocket perfectly. The shop owner said that although the pistol was small in size and light in weight, it was incredibly powerful. If three people were standing shoulder-to-shoulder, she could penetrate the heads of all three at the same time with a single shot. It was also the most expensive pistol in his shop, and it cost more than 2 Black coins.

"The recoil sends the pistol up and back, like this." He gently pulls the barrel up with his right hand, angling the gun pointing upward in my hands. "But you're expecting the recoil, so right as you pull back the trigger, you're pointing the gun down." He angles the barrel of the gun toward the ground. "That's throwing off your aim and causing your shots to spread out." He removes his hands from my weapon and steps back. I look at my gun, then at him. "How does having a revolver help?" "You can leave some cylinders blank. When you fire the weapon, you don't know if a bullet is chambered or not. It helps you behave consistently when firing."

I smirked. I turned back to the gun collection picking and choosing our favourites, "Autocannon, Bolt Pistol, Lasgun, Pulse Rifle, Lancer Pistol and lastly, for you Jack, a heavy bolter." I walked back to the table where the hologram was displayed. "Vehicles, the Rezvani Tank, Telsla Model S and lastly, Lexus Black Panther," Tyler stated.

BRYNN POV Vex moves to a wall panel, pressing his palm against the sensor. It slides open to reveal an arsenal of weapons—blades gleaming under the lights, matte-black rifles lined in perfect order, and handguns resting in velvet-lined racks. “Then that’s what we learn next.” He selects a pistol, sleek and dark, checking it with practiced efficiency before turning to me. “Everyone needs to see that Mrs. Maddock is not to be underestimated.” He ejects the magazine, showing me it’s empty, before placing the cool weight into my palm.