Novel & Cerita Steampunk Pistol

I like having a grand entrance. "What's new?" I said reluctantly and leaned back in the chair. "The guns," he reminded me of something I almost forgot, I am the death dealers' leader of this faction. I hate it when my guns leave my body. It's my other half. I'm sorry babies. I pursed my lips as I took my two Beretta 93R. Contains silver bullets with ultraviolet ammunition which can be used for both vampires and lycans. This is my favorite weapon for being fair.

As he pulled out the freshly oiled Mauser from his satchel, a satisfying metallic click sounded as he loaded the stripper clip into the pistol. I am meant for the night.

the guy says as he walks forward, then pulls out a pistol from the shelf compartment. “Desert Eagle Mark XIX, Serial Number: DE123456L789. This is a powerful Russian beauty. All you need to do is pull the trigger from any ground your feet stand on. I bet you Matriarch Alessandra is already dead meat.” The guy says as he passes me this pistol. Trust me when I say that I do not only like how he describes how Alessandra is going to become dead meat, I also like the fact that this pistol is lightweight. Something I can keep hidden until I achieve my goal.

"I like working with easy-going people like you the most." Wilbur did not know what to say. It was not like he would have said yes had it not been for the threats. "Jasmine, get the documents and contracts out and hand them to Mister Penn," Albert said. Jasmine nodded with a smile. She picked up the briefcase in the corner and placed it on the table before opening it. She took out a pistol. "This is a special pistol crafted for people within the department. We call them Extrobullet Guns. They're made from the toughest of alloys, and one clip holds seven special explosive bullets. One bullet is strong enough to blow a hole through an elephant.

He took a little drag and threw the rest on the floor, he stepped on it twisting his leg sideways to make sure it was properly quenched. "So, you now pay taxes and all that?" Tom said with amusement on his face. "Yeah, what can a man do to have peace" Tom trailed Steel as they walked back to the wall of guns, Steel turned a cupboard that was just beneath the wall, it had four openings two on the front and two on the back also,. He brought out an MD-850 pure steel. "Here we go" he said handing the gun to Tom, sniffing in very hard. Tom held the gun felt iy material, he had to know. a lot of gun to thrive in his kind of job.

He pulls open more crates, exposing everything and every type. “The package comes with hand pistols, automatic rifles (AR), small machine guns (SMG), and long machine guns (LMG),” Elena interprets smoothly, nodding her head at his French and relating the information back to me. “J'ai aussi apporté quelques favoris pour vous, votre spécialité. Il tend la main dans l'une des caisses. Une mitraillette Thompson à crête dorée.” He pulls out a gun from one of the wooden containers, a sly smile on his face.

REIGN “One more finger.” I ordered while lighting my cigarette. One of my men placed the trembling man’s left hand on the table and another quickly chopped off his pinky finger, equalizing the two hands. The unfortunate man let out a loud scream as he clutched his hand close to his chest. “So,” I blew out the smoke, “where's my truck?” I asked and the man shook in fear, sweat drenched his body and his lips trembled. “I don’t..”

All what he had learnt from his father’s notes, all what he had thought himself would finally show. He got his device and filled it with a total of five bottles. “What do they do?” Karou asked. “I specialize in all types of poisons and toxins. You can’t have that in a real gun so I had to manufacture my own kind of weapons”. “Looks fancy” Megumi said. The needle came out and he pierced the first guy in the neck and went over to rest. Needles changed of course. He was in a gang, his sense of hygiene didn’t have to go with it. He had already put that factor in his gun to change the needles with every dose.

she replied before turning and walking into the back room. Minutes later, she returned, both hands full. She laid two pistols on the counter, their weight echoing as they touched the surface. The first was a sleek black pistol, the kind I had seen in countless movies, usually tucked into the suits of powerful men. Its metal frame glistened under the dim lights, heavy and intimidating enough to knock someone unconscious with a single strike. The second pistol carried a different energy. It was old-fashioned, the kind of weapon cowboys wielded in dusty movie duels. Its handle was carved from polished wood, while the barrel shone with cold, silvery steel.

She pulled up the corners of her lips and said provocatively, "I only want your Thunder Gun. Are you willing to give it to me?" Thunder Gun was the first pistol designed by him. It could be adjusted by electricity to control the strength of the pistol, which could not only cause headaches but also kill people. More importantly, it could make people go crazy. When he designed it, the price was super high, but there were still a lot of powerful people who bought it. He also got a reward from Weldon at that time. He treated this pistol as a treasure. Others could not touch it, nor feel it. She remembered that he had a girlfriend at that time. As this girlfriend had wanted to take a look at his