Novel & Cerita Steampunk Pistol

I said firmly trying to control all the emotions swirling inside of me. "Let's check the chest!." Nana said shifting uncomfortably, and trying to ease the tension. I picked the black chest, it had a simple lock, so I used two hair pins and picked at the lock. It opened, Nana froze in horror as she saw it, Lance and I exchanged glances and then he picked up the item. It was a God damn weapon, a pistol, and not just any pistol it had a vipers crest on it, exactly like the ones I've seen on the necks, and hands of their members.

All alone, for as long as I could remember. Considering everything that had happened, I suppose what came next was inevitable. I grabbed my shirt and wiped my face. Glanced up and saw them, arranged in orderly piles on shelves under the sales counter. Hand guns. Pistols. Old revolvers and a few shotguns. I didn’t know what kind of pawn shop sells used guns. Didn’t know if it was legal, or if they had to do background checks or anything, or if they needed a license to sell them. But I was getting the idea by then, you understand, that no license existed for what Handy’s sold, and there they were. Hand guns, pistols, revolvers, shot guns and some rifles, all stacked neatly. And of course, sitt

I got to my car and went to the boot. I opened it and pushed a button installed by the right panel of the boot. A shiny black metal tray filled with my favorite weapons slid up as the fake floor of the boot part. I picked up a Pit Viper Nine Millimeter with a twenty-one round capacity and a Barretta Nine Thousand S. Also a twenty-one round capacity. I put them in my shoulder holster and strapped it on. I grabbed Karambits and also with their sheath. I pushed the button and the tray of death tools slid down and the false floorboards closed.

Rico’s POV “Sir, the trigger on that gun is faulty.” One of the workers dared to speak as I picked up the sleek black pistol from the counter. I hissed. I rolled it slowly between my fingers, feeling the weight, the balance, or lack of it. Without a word, I tossed it into the metal bin with the others that had failed inspection. The clatter echoed through the underground workshop like a warning. “I need all hands on deck,” I said calmly, puffing on my cigar. The smoke curled lazily toward the low ceiling. “The consigliere’s body armor must be ready before dusk. No excuses.”

The weight of the vintage kinetic revolver in Kabir’s hand changed the entire dynamic of the room. It wasn't an ordinary weapon; the barrel was engraved with intricate geometric runes that channeled the ambient chronal radiation of the room, making the metal cold to the touch and hum with a low, deadly vibration. He handed the second revolver to Marcus, who took it with the practiced ease of a veteran soldier, while keeping the third strapped to his own tactical belt.

Tyla grinned triumphantly, like she’d just pitched the next great war invention. I sighed. “Any more ideas that don’t involve flatulence?” Quin’s smirk softened into something more thoughtful. “How about a weapon that emits a high-frequency pulse? Causes nausea. It disables without actually killing.” I nodded slowly. “That makes sense. We can call it the Sonic Screamer Pistol.” Tyla leaned forward, eyes bright. “I have another one—how about a dart gun that delivers a psychoactive compound? Something that causes vivid, disorienting visions.”

“Okay so don’t touch anything yet. In here are Five Thousand Pieces of Silver Daggers, Two Hundred High-Tech Bows; Extremely flexible, unbreakable and foldable to a portable pocket size, Four Thousand Silver Arrows, one hundred Silver Swords, Five Hundred Silver Guns- a silver custom made Maxim 9: A maxim 9 is an integrally suppressed 9x19mm pistol with an abundance of inflammable bullet; these bullets disrupt the moment they enter the body. Releasing liquid silver and other poisonous liquids into the body so be careful. If you are done looking at them, please step out so I can start handing them out already” They were all outside before I could complete my speech. They are acting as if they

Budge’s head bobbed. “Have you tested them?” Drummond frowned at the constable, as if he’d been insulted. “Whadda you think, copper?” “Just asking.” Foley was taller than the Drury Lane boy, his gaze more domineering. Neither lowered his eyes. Ignoring them, Will panned the spyglass across the dock. The Millwallers had done yeomen’s service hauling the thawing sheep into the basin. The carcasses had drifted and now were everywhere, bobbing like grotesque melting ice blocks. Blood slicked the dark water. Lads stood about armed and ready. Scanning their weapons, he saw railway pry bars, digging bars, crowbars, wrecking bars, railway spike mauls, pickaxes. One big Clerkenwell boy wielded a sled

"It's a pistol with rubber bullets. You must be able to knock the cans off the guards' heads perfectly. You only have one minute and six bullets. If the bullets run out or the allotted time runs out, you will be considered a failure. Do you understand?" Thomas nodded, immediately getting ready with his pistol. In less than a minute, five bullets flew out and knocked all the cans off the guards' heads. "Good, you pass," Stevan said. Caraline let out a long breath. She had to admit that the man named Thomas was good with a gun despite his questionable appearance. She glanced over at Deric who seemed content to stare at the bespectacled man's results.

Angela saw the question in Adam’s eyes. “Spoils of the gangwar. Most of these were taken from dead gangsters. You’re in luck because I checked and tossed the bad ones a week ago,” Angela said and smirked. Adam stared at the guns for a full minute before he picked up the best looking Tokarev pistol and a dagger. Angela gave her an odd look. “No AK?” “You can’t hide the AK. I’ll get shot the moment they see me,” Adam said and Angela nodded. Adam had thought it through long and hard. Not many times it had gone well in his mind either.