Novel & Cerita Straight Shooter

I kick the door open and dodge to the side. The dummy falls backward under a hail of gunfire. The second it stops; I leap up and unleash my own assault on the shooter. The pain in my shoulder tells me I’ve been hit, but nothing fatal. My shots land in his chest and abs, and he flays about before hitting the floor. Just as I breathe a sigh of relief, I catch a blur of motion out of the corner of my eyes.

I said as I pulled the trigger on the gun that Briton handed me and pointed it at his head. "If you didn't already know, I'm a sharpshooter. Fortunately for you, I drank earlier tonight, so there's a good chance I'll miss your head. The bad news is that the bullet could either go straight through your heart and cause your death or just your head in between those thighs and cause you to lose it. Whatever you decide is fine with me though." "N-no. Please, no. No, no, don't." The man stuttered. Despite his inability to speak as a result of the blows he has received, he is attempting to do so and try to communicate.

If they only knew that if they just checked it, just once, they would have swerved away from the north bridge even if it meant going head on with traffic or traffic police officers. “Fucking shut the hell up or I will shoot you instead!” the shooter sat back, eyes and actions filled with agitation. “That motherfucker is like a loach, so fucking slippery!” When he opened the door long before he took an aim, the fucking Cadillac moved as if it knew what he was thinking. And just as he pulled the trigger, the fucking motherfucker swerved to the side! “Pussy!” “You do it then! Fuckin’ prick!” He was unconvinced so he took another chance, opened the window again, and pulled the trigger. He did no

Amy tried not to let the maniacal Joker-like laughter distract her. The woman soldier ignored the pain radiating through her punctured wrist. She had another trick up her sleeve, hoping her crazed laughter would distract Amy. The soldier almost captured Amy when she pulled out her Ruger SR9 semi-automatic pistol, aiming it at Amy. But the Death Row Infantry-woman forgot to reload her magazine, which meant her gun was empty. The soldier pulled the trigger, only to hear her gun respond with a click.

He left it there. Left it for me. My fists squeezed tight, knuckles whitening, as I kicked a stone hard, letting my vexation out with a sharp jab. The first shot says everything about who you are and I hadn’t taken mine yet. If he thought I’d stoop low enough to claim that coyote and thank him? he’s got no idea who he’s messing with.

I don't slow down, I don't stop, I move straight through it, stepping over broken glass, ignoring the way bullets cut through the air too close, because none of it matters. Only him. A man comes at me from the side, fast but sloppy, adrenaline making him reckless. I don't think, I don't hesitate, I just react, grabbing his wrist, twisting hard until I feel something snap under my grip, his gun dripping before I put a bullet in him at close range. I keep moving.

Ian said with a brave smile and confident. Bang! Lesley hunter suddenly kicked him, Ian was about to faint, Lesley hunters kick was so strong, a person like him cannot used to defend in her one single kick. Lesly hunter was a professional and entitled as a number 0ne assassin in the world. For her, using her normal punch and kick is enough to kill Ian.

When they see an opportunity, their fear is eclipsed by the pain they have suffered and they strike. ‘Second are the planned ones, committed by schemers. They are ready to suffer a little more, but meanwhile they come up with a plan, accounting for every eventuality and leaving no provision for the unforeseen. Once they are confident about their foolproof plan, they would wait for the perfect opening and then bam!’

Narrator's POV Flashback A young Stanning shot the bullets fro her gun asfast as they could be released. The bullets were all bullseyes. She took off her earmuffs, meant to protect her ears from the noise of her trusty pistol. Her instructor looked at her. "You have accuracy. But where does your strength come from? ", he asked her. She didn't reply. "Anger. You're angry at the world. And you're angry at criminals. So they're going to face your wrath. That is the way you want to deliver justice? "

She breathed in deeply and exhaled through her mouth just as she took the daring decision to begin firing randomly. She braced herself, adjusting her stance to prepare for the recoil. The assault rifle roared to life as she fired blindly, the rapid spray of bullets tearing through the air. The leader, who had dodged the first shot that grazed past him, turned just in time to watch his comrade drop, blood pooling at his feet.