The Gunroom Novels & Stories

My vision tunneled. I sprinted down the corridor and burst into the main clubhouse room. The neon beer signs above the bar had been blown to pieces, raining sparks down onto the leather sofas. The steel front doors were dented inward, holding by a single hinge, while the front windows had completely shattered. Gunner was crouched behind the overturned pool table, blindly firing an assault rifle through the broken glass toward the front gates. Two of my prospects were on the floor, dragging a bleeding brother toward the safety of the kitchen.

Our trip deposited in yet another room I could never access. I was the first one through the door. I almost froze. For starters, the room was around 15 meters wide and 6 meters deep. In the center of the room was an 8x2meter table. On the table where a wide variety of firearms and ammunition. Automatic pistols, revolvers, shotguns and submachine guns plus multiple clips, or speed-loaders for them all.

He then turned and walked away since he had other things to deal with. Half of the room had been a training area with punching bags, a wrestling stage, and other things, while the other part was a gym. They kept hearing the sound of shots being fired, so they went to check. They paused when they saw Aurora standing there with a gun in her hand, shooting at the target.

I walked in, scanned quickly. No windows. Of course. The second room was… a gym. I blinked. The shock etched into me. Who the hell needs this many machines? Were these men training for war or auditioning to become Greek statues? I crept past a row of weights that looked heavy enough to crush my entire existence. One wrong move and I’d die buried under dumbbells. I held my breath until I was out. When I opened the third room— I froze. A glass cabinet lined the wall. Inside it were guns. Not one. Not two. A collection. Sleek, black, silver, some with engravings. They were displayed like art. I stared at them, my mouth open.

Please let me try. I promise if it gets too dangerous, I will get out. she said. Mario doesn't like the idea, and I don't either. But we have no choice. I thought. "Okay, Sarah! We do it your way, but stay behind me.'' Mario said. Wade! Get us some guns. They are in my secret department in my cabinet under my scotch!" he told me. I went under the cabinet I saw a lot of different guns. I found 45's and Colt's M4 Carbines, Remington 870 Shotguns, et. I grabbed the shotguns and 45's and Colt M4's.

No one would know and no one would dare to find them here. Dave opened the door of the last room of the premises. It’s surrounded by wrecked chairs, piling on the sides leaving the entrance and in the middle of it a space for two wooden crates. By the look of it, there’s no question what’s inside it. Black machinery was poking out of the crates. As if proud of its own structure to be exposed. “Guns.” Dave said. Just as though it wasn’t obvious. Boone quietly stood beside his best friend. He has a few questions in mind but he chose to watch for now at least. Sensing the whole situation.

But it felt… good. Empowering. At one point, I knocked him off balance—accidentally, of course—but I didn’t let it show. He narrowed his eyes at me like he wasn’t sure whether to be impressed or concerned. Then came the part I’d been both anticipating and dreading. Shooting practice. Adrik walked me through a hallway I’d never noticed before, keying in a biometric code. A heavy door hissed open. The gun range was built underground—state of the art. Soundproofed. Slick steel walls, bulletproof panels. A row of targets stood at the far end, shaped like silhouettes.

Somehow, it soothed me. “Do you still want to continue our session?” he asked, referring to the shooting lesson he had promised. I looked up at him and offered a faint smile. “I want to be strong, Clifford. I want to be brave.” “Then let’s go,” he said with an encouraging smile, tugging me toward the hidden room. The moment we stepped inside, my breath caught. It was larger and more expansive than I had imagined, as if it stretched across the entire house. At the far end was a shooting range, and before us stood racks lined with every kind of weapon—not only guns but blades of various sizes as well. Bulletproof vests and other safety gear were neatly arranged.

Gu Yan led them to a room on the third floor, walked into the room is just an ordinary guest room, seemingly ordinary, turn over the mattress and closet, which is full of arms! Everyone sucked in a breath of cool air, all real guns and bullets! Mu Zi is also not polite, directly open the magazine, one by one to load the firearms, and then distributed. The metal texture of the weapons fell onto the hands, cold and sinking hands, making people panic. "I, what should we ...... do?" A rich young man swallowed nervously, he was good at playing with guns, but the shooting range was all dead targets, hitting a living person had never been.

“What is behind that door” “You will see” Oliver walked her to the door and unlocked it using his finger print. The moment the door opened, the inside light up. He walked inside and she followed him, she looked around and saw that this was a shooting room. Nuella looked at the glass shelves around and saw different sizes of guns “Why do you have a shooting room down here and different kinds of weapons?” She looked at him and waited for him to tell her why he had this down here. “To clear my head once in a while, I come down here to shoot”