Revy Pistol Novels & Stories

She walked towards the table and peered down on the varieties of gun ranging from the pistol to the machine gun. "These are my babies." Jessy grinned devilishly at her. Her hands introduced the guns. "Here is the rifle, it's a bit rusty for learners, this one's called a shotgun. And this is the magnum, the revolver and here is my favourite Uzi." Jessy pointed the Uzi submachine gun at Dale. "Please don't joke with these things." Dale begged but Jessy was now acting so serious. "I said get down!" Jessy shouted in a louder tone. "On your knees."

(Stormy) Stormy fished out a small handgun, in fact it even smaller than the Glock 19, a musket made of wood and irons kinda reminds me of the pirate musket. Polly who seated on the side just shrugged her shoulder as she looked at me, and secretly signalling that I probably have to demonstrate to her a little bit.

Now it was the red-haired man’s turn to get up from his seat, then took out two pistols that were in his pocket and showed them to Raymond Evans, who now seemed to have lost his strength from the torture from all of them. “Hmm Raymond, which do you think is better, the gun on the left or the right?” Russell asked, pointing out his two pistols. “This is a desert eagle type revolver, which is not only capable of penetrating the target but also capable of destroying the target instantly,” Russell said, showing the silver firearm in his left hand. “Then this is a Glock 22 semi-automatic pistol,” Russell continued, pointing to the black object in his right hand. Raymond suspects Russell inquired

He said, “I don't like big guns very much. This pistol is quite good. An Italian Beretta 92F series with 9mm Parabellum. It’s 8.5 inches in length with an empty cartridge weight of two pounds. The muzzle velocity is 0.207 miles per second, and the effective range is 50 yards with a high degree of accuracy. I didn't expect the Seely family’s guards in Beechwood City to be equipped with such a pistol. It surprised me a little.” Hearing Philip’s introduction, those who did not know about guns were stunned. Due to their lack of knowledge, they felt as if Philip was amazing for spouting such professional terms. For Captain Song, Philip was absolutely right! He knew a lot about guns! This also pro

Jaxon said, his tone tinged with pride, “is the Colt Model 1847 Walker Revolver. A beast of its time. But I’m sure a man like you doesn’t need me telling you that.” Li Wei examined the revolver with a meticulous eye, running his fingers over its polished surface. With a measured motion, he aimed at a distant column and pulled the trigger. The deafening crack of the shot echoed through the parking lot, cutting through the tension like a knife. The delegation flinched slightly, but Mr. Zhang remained composed, his expression unchanged as the sound faded into silence. Li Wei lowered the revolver, nodding faintly. “It’s authentic.” Jaxon smirked. “I told you—I don’t deal in knockoffs. This is th

Sully stood off to the side of the indoor shooting range, watching Cordelia load her gun. He wasn’t at all surprised at her choice of personal weapon: a Smith & Wesson M&P Shield. Compact and light, it was a popular choice with women with smaller hands... but it had a quick reset triggered by the striker-fired action, so the gun made it possible for multiple rounds to be fired quickly. The gun was sleek and slim – but it was fucking fast and lethal. Sully got the feeling that it was the perfect gun for this tough, sweet woman.

“Fine. You want in, you’re in.” They went to the armory room in the back of the club. Metal shelves lined with firearms, ammunition, and knives gleamed in the low light. Amy’s fingers skimmed along the collection before she pulled down a polished Colt 1911 and a snub-nosed revolver. Isadora grinned and took her favorites — a black Beretta M1951 and a sawed-off shotgun with a worn leather strap. “You ever notice,” Isadora said as she checked the Beretta’s magazine, “that people like us never really retire?”

“If you were to make a pick, which would you select?” “The ‘Desert Eagle.’ That’ll be my choice.” “You seem to know your… weapons well.” He smirked. “Just a thing or two.” “Now don’t try to be decent.” Rex took out the ‘Beretta’ pistol and handed it to me. “It’s heavier than I expected.” I noted silently to myself. “Most guns are, but I believe that weight is just perfect for your balance.” “You say these kinds of guns can’t kill werewolves?”

Lacey answered. “I got just the thing,” Lou said. He walked a few inches to the side, bent over, and unlocked the case. He opened the door and pulled out a small black-and-silver handgun. Then he closed the case and walked back to them. “This is a Taurus compact pistol seven-thirty-eight. It’s lighter than our frame revolvers,” he explained and handed it to Lacey. “It’s on sale for two hundred and five dollars.” She palmed it, weighing the small yet powerful weapon in her hand. “It might be too compact.”

He only sank back into his chair and began rubbing the beast’s under-chin. So, that was a yes. Chevonne pressed further. “What are we supposed to do with this? How is a cursed pistol going to help us?” The old man tilted his head back, staring at the ceiling as he sighed. “You know what is the silencer can do? It do the same.” Josh blinked. “Oh, sweet. A portable Finlay.” Chevonne explained what a silencer was. Josh picked up the pistol, weighing it back and forth in his palms as if testing its balance. His expression grew serious.