Squidward With A Gun Novels & Stories

He had a switch blade. Mr. Zacharia turned to look at the security man, the man was already shaking his head vigorously, but no words escaped his lips. Mr. Zacharia turned to look at her again, then seemed to make up his mind. He brought out a gun and shot the security man right in the forehead without even blinking an eye. He turned again to a shaking Weruche, who had already started saying all the hail Marys she knew in her mind, and simply held out his hand. ''The package.''

He then flashes a pretty smile showing his white and perfect set of teeth. “Tsk, don’t tell lies!” I said while chewing the quack quack. This man is such a player! “We don’t even know each other!” I told him then turned around and shot the squid. “So adorable,” he said again. This man english of english e no.

Handy smiles a wrinkle line ascending down his face. "Let them go" Frederick commanded. "And if I did not what will you do" "Let them go now Handy" "Wow this is nice then I am going to kill you all for once here in this place" loud laughter erupt in the room Handy was pointing his gun and Derrick Frederick at Handy and his boys at Frederick boys and the other one was holding Kiara. "Drop down your weapons you are surrounded by cops" Fred threatened. "Tell them to retrieve or I am going to blow his head off" Handy yelled pulling his trigger.

He lowered the cloth and grabbed his real weapon, preparing for the final showdown. Edward's fingers tightened around the grip of his gun as he fired three quick shots. The first bullet struck with precision, hitting the man's forehead before his body slumped lifelessly to the sand. The silence that followed was almost suffocating, broken only by the low growl of waves crashing against the shore.

I said and turned around to see someone with a black hoodie holding a gun. “Aurora?” Andre said, pulling off the hoodie. “What the hell, Andre?!” I yelled at him.

He sang this as I walked back to him and forced him to look at me by raising his chin by the point of my gun. "I'm not a pussy man, I'm a Fucking dick who gonna kill you today." I pressed the gun against his throat as the blood finally splattered on my black leather jacket and the last thing he saw was a smirk on my face. When I handed the gun to Thiago we were walking out of the warehouse, I got in the car and looked at my phone, and ordered him to get the information from the remaining men before killing them. As I asked my men to drove to my company. The D'Amelio enterprises.

"You’re just contaminated scrap. You think we’re afraid of a bastard brat trembling like this? You’re nothing but bait." "Don't touch me," Sora growled. His voice was low, vibrating in his throat like a cornered animal. The mobster didn't care. He raised the butt of his gun, ready to crush Sora’s temple. Sora closed his eyes. But before the metal could meet his skin, a massive shadow plummeted from the roof of the old building above them. Crash!

One of Selena’s men stood, broad chest squared, his hand hovering too close to the weapon under his jacket. “Sit down,” I ordered, my voice calm but sharp enough to cut steel. He didn’t move. My patience snapped. In a flash, I drew my own gun from the back of my trousers, pressing the muzzle against his forehead before he could blink. His eyes went wide, his breath caught from my swift movement. Yeah, Marco called earlier to say that there have been issues with the dock, I had to slip in a gun in case of emergencies. “You’re either very brave,” I murmured, “or very stupid to think you can draw on me in my own house.”

Gu Li pursed his lips, and could not help but tighten the strap near his backpack. Wigo shook the soot, and the two on his side met immediately, reaching out and shackling Gu Li. "No bet, or pay back," Wigo leaned on the back of the chair, spitting out a smoke ring, the other hand did not know when to pull out the ingenious gun in the hand to play, "or, leave your hands!" The gun in his hand was "snapped" at the table. Gu Li's face changed. And at this point -- "Bang!"

FREDERICK “Die motherfucker,” I gritted, pressing my finger into the claw of the trigger and feeling the gun jerk in my hands, the impact pulling me forward so that I tumbled into the stone flooring. “Come on! Go go go!” I screamed through gritted teeth, waving my hands wildly at Darlene and pushing her around the car as she surged through the barrage of shots pummeling us and firing off a few more rounds as the Umbrella man roared with pain, tearing the knife from his eye with an impossibly loud sucking sound.