Novel & Cerita The Gunslinger

These actions cannot be explained, Navpreet,’ said the inspector gloomily, casting an eye on the mountains. The sub-inspector gave a stiff nod and carefully studied the inspector who seemed to be lost in contemplation. ‘From what I have seen, murders are of two types,’ said the inspector, the tips of his fingers coming together. ‘First are the unplanned ones, committed by people who were suffocated in some way by the acts of the would-be victims. When they see an opportunity, their fear is eclipsed by the pain they have suffered and they strike.’

Gunslinger knows their dilemma so he said, “I have no plan to fight you, I was waiting for a person here. But if you move your feet more than the place you are standing, then you leave me no choice.” “If I were you. I will stay there,” he added. But, all of a sudden their attention was taken by the commotion upstairs. Gunslinger's dead eyes turned to bright when he suddenly felt a familiar presence upstairs. With a twinkling, he dashes off upstairs, with a wide smile on his face. He was so excited to see that someone, he patiently waiting for him to come, and he really did. Cederick offended from his loss of interest to fight them, but with no one to block them again, they seize the opportun

My heart slammed against my ribs, but my hands were steady. We rounded a corner. Three men at a table—maps, guns, beer bottles. One looked up. Luca fired first—silenced shot, center mass. The man dropped. The others spun. Chaos. Gunfire erupted—muffled pops, shouts. I dropped behind a crate, Luca shielding me with his body. He returned fire—precise, lethal. One down. Another. A fourth man came from the side—straight at me. I didn’t think. I raised my gun, aimed low like last time, squeezed. The shot hit his thigh. He screamed, collapsed.

He begged with his cry, making it louder until my ears hurt to hear it. I smiled sweetly, deliberately making him feel like he was in the hell of the world. “I am a trained Gunslinger. You should be proud to die at the hands of a woman whose parents you killed.” “No! No!” He shook his head brutally. “Goodbye. See you in hell!” I pulled the trigger, and within seconds, the bullet went through his forehead.

Amy didn’t shout, didn’t give warning, her fingers were already pressing into the trigger before their eyes adjusted BANG. One down neck shot, blood splattering the metal wall like a sick painting. BANG. BANG. Two more — down before they realized the angel of death wore heels. The youngest girl screamed as bullets shredded through the air. Amy ducked low, her body shielding her like instinct. Another man lunged — too slow. She turned, fired, his brains hit the floor first. The last shot rang out as one of the men lifted his hand not in surrender, but hesitation. Amy didn’t gamble with hesitation, the velvet fell from the gun like a promise broken. She stood straight, gun smoking. Her face un

Guard 1: I don't believe you, Open the bag and offload the things inside it (The hitman anxiously opens the bag and the guards see sniper, rifle and many other types of shooting guns in it) Guard 1: (gasps) Young man, what on earth are you doing with these guns? Hitman: (stammers) Umm... I.... I... Guard 1: ANSWER ME! Hitman: (pleads) I'm sorry... I never meant to shoot her... Guard 1: Shoot her? Who are you... Hold up, Were you the one who shot Mr Smith's daughter earlier today?

I adjust the rifle on my shoulder and exchange a look with Silas, and focus on one of the Surfers gunmen and the bed of a truck just as two sleek muscular wolves burst past us, one white and one red. A curse slips past my lips, but I pull the trigger, knowing the best thing I can do now is make sure I land every shot. Just as I think that, the man I was aiming for drops his gun, his arms flailing as his body rocks back from the force of my bullet hitting him at the side of the head. I don’t miss a beat, aiming for my next target and firing, because for each moment I don’t, is a moment that one of them can take out one of my mates. I push down the panic that rises at that thought and aim for

the dagger guy said, the smile on his face just as disgusting as Ryker's had been. "You fool, we won't risk our lives just for some of your greedy wants," another said, and with that, he walked forward with a gun in his hands. I knew it was no ordinary gun. The gun must have been loaded with silver bullets capable of killing any werewolf. "You don't have to do this; there is still a chance..." Then there was a gunshot.