Shotgun Pov 소설 & 이야기

He spanked one of the girls on their backside, laughing like a king in his own kingdom. Pathetic. My finger rested on the trigger, the crosshairs resting perfectly on his chest. One move and his life would be over. One shot. That was all it took. The glass shattered. Parker’s body jerked violently and he slumped back into his chair. The girls around him screamed as blood spilled down his shirt. I didn’t wait to admire my work. I broke down the rifle with practiced speed and slid the pieces back into my bag. Then I slipped down the roof and made my way back to my car.

"It's still loud, though. Probably, the sound of it alone would make the bad guy go away." "You don't use a gun to scare somebody." Cole's gaze was intense. "When you pull out a gun, you mean business. Slowly, Jenny nodded, and he saw something like fire in her eyes. This is what she needs, he thought. To take back her power. He took the pistol from her and handed her a shotgun. "This is a Mossberg Maverick 88. It's a good all-around shotgun. And while you have to really aim that Glock, this guy lets you just point it in the general direction of your target."

VALERIAN’S POV Sophia leaped, halfway across the room before the door even hit the wall. I was in a blink of time behind her, leaping for the opposite corner. There was a large bed in the room, two thin and bloody bodies on it, and two shifters were on the other side, huddled in corners, guns in hand. I saw the male's fire, time slowed and the bright flash of a shotgun was aimed in my direction. I felt the silver shot graze my ribs but I ignored it, the pain negligible and I forgot about the minor injury as his clawed hands sank knuckle-deep into the man's torso and arms.

Third person's Pov. "Vera, you shouldn't be here," Luan said, his voice firm but not harsh. His eyes were locked on Vera who just stood there beside the door, frozen in place. He had no idea what was going through her mind, but he knew this wasn't going to be easy for Vera to take in. The sight was gruesome enough coupled with the fact that she had just witnessed him shoot another person dead. Vera's eyes were still fixed on the bodies on the floor, her hand covering her mouth. She didn't move, she didn't even speak, she just stood there staring at what was in front of her.

One man in a navy shirt stepped in, making time seem to stop for him. Miron Pavlov stood in front of the bed, his imposing posture. I didn’t know whether to be relieved by his presence or not. I had just realized how long I’d held out, despite my intoxication. My hands shook anxiously, pulling the blankets over my body. Before I could adjust my position, the sound of gunfire shook me to my senses. Right in front of me, Miron raised his gun and fired a shot straight at Austin’s forehead—one shot, two, until four.

And In cases like this-there's only two options. Suddenly, the predator shove its fingers into Mel's chest, she grunts with her eyes wide open. Mel spout blood from her mouth as It pulled out its bloodstained hand quickly to make another strike. I throw my rifle aside, and grab my shotgun, aiming at the predator's hand. It fingers splatters as I pulled the trigger. Without hesitating, I fired again, peeling off half of its cheeks. The shotgun seems to be more effective than my rifle's tiny bullets.

Niylah standing there with her head lowered from a human male holding a shotgun with a flashlight attached centered on her. She was in a submissive position and the man was a poacher and trespassing. “Attack the prick,” I shrieked in Nova's head. “I can't, he has his finger on the trigger,” she whimpered as we snuck closer to them but remained hidden in the shadows. “Shoot it, Earl, that's a nice hide and will fetch some good coin,” another guy I hadn't noticed shouted from further down the hill. “What do we do,” I said in a panic.

— “Precision at 1,500 meters. Mitigated recoil system. The right tool for… dissuading distant arguments.” I raised the rifle, seated it firmly against my shoulder, and in one fluid motion aligned the sight. The target — a mannequin wearing an outdated vest at 800 meters — was a joke. I took a deep breath, feeling the deadly calm that always came over me in these moments. Gunpowder was my meditation. The shot echoed across the field. A second later, the mannequin jerked violently. The projectile had pierced the vest like butter, straight through what would have been the heart.

Cautious not to make a sound, and make my presence known, I slowly make my way towards the old shack. I take another moment to regain my senses. Xavier's familiar scent gets stronger near the back of the shack. So instead, I go in the shack, making my way up to the top level. I keep my guard, as I look for a vantage point. I can see some holes spouting through the old timber of the building. I make my way to the first hole, and peer out. I can see Xavier out the corner, crouching behind one of the old cars. I move to the far end of the wall, to get a better angle. I peer out one of the holes, and find that I have a clear shot to him. I line up, and fire. I cheekily decide to shoot him in the

>POV: CARRIE Eасh gunshot mаkеѕ mе flіnсh, but I саn’t take my еуеѕ оff thе hоrrіfіс ѕсеnе аbоut a blосk away. I can’t ѕее реrfесtlу.