Squidward With A Gun の小説・ストーリー

I froze. A gun.

"No, not good enough. Into the water." “Take the gun off her.” “I don't think so.” He cocks the gun instead. Antonio comes into view in my periphery. Fernando's eyes shift to him. "Both of you. Pistols in the water." “Mother fucking — ” "Antonio!" I order. “I won't let him.” "Drop it." I pick up my gun and throw it overboard. It barely makes a sound. “Calla — ” I glance at him. “He has Portia.”

Sophia said as she strode towards me, staring directly into my eyes, "any last words?" "Yeah," I said, looking over Sophia's shoulder, "His name is Marcus, and he has a gun aimed at your head," Sophia let out a short burst of laughter, "nice try," "It's not a try," Marcus stepped out from behind a ventilation unit with a gun held firmly in his hand, aimed straight at Sophia's chest. "Drop your weapons, both of you, right now,"

But to his utter surprise, Marcus was enraged by his lecture and immediately pointed a gun at him. Jade froze while Rihanna struggled to scream. “HOW DARE YOU CLAIMED MY BROTHER AS YOUR FAMILY!!!” Have you forgotten what your family did to him? How dare you, Jade Westwood!!!” Marcus thundered, his eyes turning too bloodshot. Jade didn't know what to do or say. He tried to reason with this psychopath, but it appears to be futile. Now that a gun is pointed at him, Jade didn't mind if Marcus shoots him to death, but before that, he has to get Rihanna out of there. But how?

Gunner, Aiden, and Skullz; one of Aiden's riders; take down Gold tooths men. Every gun is trained on Gold tooth.

The merman looked at my hand on his abdomen through his half-opened eyes and a satisfied expression. His expression made me feel uncomfortable so I retracted my hand, wanting to prepare to stitch the wound on his arm. As my hand left his skin, he raised his hand to grab it. I panicked and grabbed the tranquilizer gun again, pressing the barrel onto his forehead. The merman saw the gun in my hand and smirked as if he didn’t care about it. I threatened him again by poking the gun at his head as a warning. He looked at me like a playful child without any intention to harm me but he didn’t loosen his grip either.

Cold sweat drops rolled down his forehead. "Damn!" Edwin muttered gripping the gun firmly. He had used guns before but it was a leisure recreational activity at shooting clubs. Shooting at the crisis situation when three lives albeit lives of many girls were at stake was different. He stretched his hands aiming from the half cut hole to full hole on the top of the gun targeting the guy hidden behind the giant octopus aiming his gun at Ben. Ben could not see him as he was standing at the interior of the giant wheel. Ben was an easy shot for the guy.

the man barked. He was huge—shoulders like barrels, a gut straining against his shirt. His neck melted into his chest, thick fingers still clenched around Sea’s wrist. My gaze dragged from Sea’s trembling hand, up to his bloated face. I didn’t think. I moved. My hand went to the holster beneath my suit jacket. In one swift movement, I pulled my gun and fired. Sea screamed. The shot missed by inches. I gritted my teeth, fired again. This time it hit—his thigh exploded in red as he staggered back, howling.

Zack exclaimed in a firm voice, pushing Jackie to hurry as she grabbed the gun without hesitation. A wave of relief washes over Jackie as soon as she grasped it. They now have a weapon to use against Santi and Debbie. Zack clenched his teeth in wrath, glaring menacingly at Guevarra, who was still in pain. Zack's eyes clouded with rage as he slammed his foot harder into Guevarra's wrist. Guevarra tried to stop Zack by pinching and slapping his lower leg and kicking his other foot, but he still could not reach Zack when Zack moved his other feet to one side, making it impossible for him to reach Zack.

Sweat glazed their skin, their breaths mixing as they fought violently. Marco watched both men, his gun trained, waiting for the right moment. Brad’s side suddenly ignited with agony: Howard had stabbed him with a shard of broken glass. “Son of a bitch,” he groaned. “You stabbed me.” Howard pulled back swiftly, reaching for his gun on the floor and pushing himself off the floor. He pointed the gun at Brad. "Now, back the fuck off," he said breathlessly. Brad slowly got off the floor and straightened, wincing from the pain.