Roleplay Guns Novels & Stories

He asked Jason, knowing that his late son always loved the shotgun. “I'll have the black revolver.” “I have the AK-47.” Robert divulged, remembering how he used to hold a toy gun carved out of wood when he was younger. “If you fight with us, Robert, you're now a member of our gang. The Sea Crocks Gang,” “Father, he's going to be my eyes and ears, and if we find our killer and get out of the job, then he can make his decision.” Jason interceded for him. He concluded that they were just going to scare them with the guns.

"Ma...dd... He choked and struggled with the rope, his legs dangling in the air. He started bleeding from the mouth, his veins mapping his face and sweat sheening his skin. His skin was already turning bright red. Madden brought out his gun, checking out the barrel and taking a look at the bloody bullet again. "We're the only two of the Orlovs who use guns almost everyday, which is why our styles and bullets are different. I use red-tip bullets, you use black bullets. Every bullet shot at us during the mission were black. If you're going to doublecross me, you should do it well at least... You're ruining my reputation, and it's upsetting." he snarled.

‎ ‎ ‎The muscles on my face tightened immediately, as I narrowed my eyes waiting for the complete speech, he dipped his hand into his open drawer, ‎ ‎ ‎my heart raced slightly at the sight of the metallic silver gun laying flat in the drawer. ‎ ‎ ‎Then he paused, long enough to allow my eyes settle on the piece of firearm. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎i chuckled. ‎ ‎ ‎"—that's a Glock 19 Mr Hosea." beautiful gun I bet you didn't even know it had a name. ‎ ‎ ‎"—hm, best of it's kind." Mr Hosea sneered. clutching the silver metal tightly now. with a conquering smirk dangling on the sides of his lips

I swipe the hair from my eyes and get to work on the bags. Once I've checked them, I head to find Alden. He's in the armory with Cabel and Nokita discussing the firepower they're taking and what's staying behind. Guns are something else we've been working on or more accurately, providing enough ammo. We've now stockpiled thousands of rounds so we have guns with actual bullets. Swords are still better for hellhounds, but we need the guns for our human enemies.

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

There were still throngs of naked people trying to open the elevator but not quite succeeding. I reached behind me for my back holsters. There were two guns strapped to my back just above my waistline. With the nine-millimeter pit viper in my right hand and a modified Bereta 9000s in my left hand, I shot every target my eyes could give me. Raven joined me. She had sheathed her Wakizashi and her handguns were blasting away at the naked mass in front of the elevator. Then Frank after he was done dispatching the armed men. He put new bullets into his large handguns and joined in the fun.

Sliding it seamlessly into the leather shoulder holster, I ensure that it is properly concealed beneath my suit coat. In my line of work, having a reliable and efficient weapon is crucial. For me, that weapon of choice is Glock. These semi-automatic handguns with polymer frames are widely favored by law enforcement and military personnel across the globe. With their robust construction, user-friendly operation, and safety features, Glock firearms provide the assurance I need for personal protection.

I turned back and winked at Faceless when I got to the door but he just gave me a straight face. … I was taken to their arsenal and I was marveled. There were different types of weapons arranged neatly on the shelves and some were hung on the walls. There are different roles, with each role having the same type of weapon. I whistled loudly when I spot the TAC-II 338 sniper rifle, just the perfect weapon I need. I wanted to touch it, but the guards told me I should go change my clothes first. They gave me the armoured SWAT like uniform they have on, mine has an holster attached directly to the back and it’s long enough to hold a shotgun. Another holster was attached to the chest for a pistol.

And she began convulsing as she saw that it was me stood on the other side of the room. Unable to believe her eyes. Yeah, I had been unable to believe my eyes either. When I’d been beating myself up for weeks, believing that she was dead. “My name is Agron,” he stated. “I’ll be taking care of business today on behalf of the Don, who couldn’t be here to attend today, unfortunately.” Agron trailed off his sentence, folding his arms. “So, I hear that you’ve brought us the finest range of guns. AK-47’s, submachine guns, MG42’s, gatling guns, small arms…” He let out a low chuckle. “So, how much are you asking for them?”

Then she jogged upstairs to change clothes to meet Lacey. An hour and twenty minutes later, Layla and Lacey were walking into Tampa Guns and Range. The place was huge. As soon as they walked in, Layla saw guns everywhere — rifles, sniper rifles, shot guns, handguns, AKs, and scopes. The place also had bulletproof vests, sunglasses, crossbows, backpacks, and knives. “Can I help you ladies?” the man behind the glass casing at the end of the room asked. He had a buzz cut, and he was stout in stature.