Silver Bullet Movie Wheelchair 소설 & 이야기

Nevertheless, none of them flinched, as the moment Mike exited the car, the dozens of his troops who had been hiding earlier began their attack. Gunfire echoed back and forth, trying to protect Mike's limited movements. He and Greg worked together to move toward the door while continuing to attack to protect each other. "Go inside, sir. I'll hold them off from here!" Mike pressed the turbo button on the handle of his wheelchair, causing his only means of transportation to move quickly. Unfortunately, the intelligence and capabilities of the device couldn’t match its safety system. The wheelchair couldn’t prevent a stumble, causing Mike to fall off the device he was riding.

Panicked. I touch my side. My hand comes away red. Silver. Someone shot me with silver. I scan the perimeter. Try to locate the shooter. Another shot. Misses. Get down! Colt tackles me. We roll behind a fallen log. "Sniper," he says. Human voice now. "Silver bullets. We need to move." I try to stand. My leg gives out. The world tilts. Blurs. Ryker. Stay with me. I can't. The silver is spreading. Burning through my veins.

"Yes, I couldn't find a single blood on him, so I realized he was alive. I never knew my brother would love to be an actor, he acted so damn well and even caused you pain....." "KURT!" Both Blade and Bella screamed at Kurt, Kurt smiled down at them. "Have a nice time and don't die again brother." Kurt said, leaving the two couples alone, they needed some alone time. "How did you survived the gun shot?" Bella asked, that was the question that kept ringing in her head. "Silver Bullet Proof. A customized one, I made sure everyone wore it, likewise my mother. You did not wear one." Blade said, closing his eye for a while, she was the main prey In the battle and she never wore a bullet proof.

His eyes widened in shock as the bullet had almost touched his head. Before Donnie could react, the car drove away at full speed. Devin's blue eyes dilated in shock, his lips somewhat parted. He was lucky to have fast reflexes but not the person who was behind him ~ The lady he had abandoned at the lounge. The bullet touched her after he dodged it. Donnie rushed to the woman that already fighting for her life. The wound wasn't healing. "Silver..." He muttered. Before the medics could arrive, the woman gave up. The silver laced with the bullet had already spread through her system, weakening her ability to heal.

"This ten-inch silver needle is most suitable for paralyzed people. If you insert it through the heart of your foot, you can wake up after 10 years of paralysis." As soon as her words were finished, Shen Guodong, who was lying on the bed, took a breath of cold air and glared and said, "Son of a bitch, do you want her to kill your father so that he can inherit his family property?" Seeing this, Yuri pretended to be surprised, "Ah, old Mr. Shen is not paralyzed?" Shen Yao: "..." Shen Guodong saw Yuri's thick and long silver needle with cold light on his fingertips, and seemed to be afraid of stabbing it. He immediately said, "I'm not paralyzed, but I can't move!"

He staggered backward, dropping the gun as he fell, the combination of Dave’s shot and Sylvia’s earlier stab wound leaving him incapacitated. “Stephan, go!” Dave urged, glancing between the fallen man and Sylvia, who lay motionless nearby. Without waiting for a reply, he quickly turned on the flashlight of his phone, illuminating the grim scene before them. Stephan’s heart raced as he wheeled himself toward Sylvia, dread flooding his chest. She lay in a pool of blood, her face pale and lifeless. Panic surged through him as he realized he needed to check her condition but couldn’t do so from the wheelchair. Gritting his teeth against the pain in his legs, he fought to lift himself, muscles tr

He bent down and was about to help me. Suddenly, Alma screamed in panic. “Ahh! Help! “My wheelchair is acting up!” She yelled as her electric wheelchair suddenly surged backward. In a flash, the wheelchair rolled straight over BunBun, crushing him under its weight before hitting the wall and stopping. “Ouch! My leg! It hurts!” She could still scream in ‘pain’. Meanwhile, BunBun could not move at all. The full weight of the wheelchair combined with Alma had rolled over him, crushing him. He let out one last pitiful, piercing yelp before going completely still.

The black screen reflected Luna’s face back at her. Motionless, cold, and pale. The security room seemed to disappear around her. The injured guards, the flashing alarms, and the frightened employees. Everything faded into background noise. Because only one sentence remained. One sentence. One impossible sentence. The silver bullet was never meant for Desmond.

I dove behind the nearest medical bed, hauling Angela and Adam with me as bullets tore through the air where we'd been standing. The rounds weren't normal ammunition—they punched through reinforced medical equipment like it was paper, leaving smoking holes that stank of ozone and burned metal. "Silver-core rounds," Ruth called from behind her overturned desk. "Designed to disrupt supernatural healing." Great. Because regular bullets weren't challenging enough. "Stay down," I told Angela, who was still writhing in pain from whatever Adam's abilities were doing to her. "Keep him quiet if you can."

A silver bullet would take me out almost instantly. I had my cybernetic arm in front of my face to protect my head and was twisted on the floor like a pretzel to cover the vulnerable parts of my body. I heard a bullet hit my cybernetic arm and deflect away. I continued using it as my only shield while trying to drag my body out of the container. "AHHHHH!" I screamed when she shot me in the leg after failing to shoot me in the head. The burn of the silver instantly made my whole body wriggle like an animal dying a pathetic death. This got her to stop and laugh.