Novel & Cerita The Gunslinger

“You know what my thoughts on assault rifles and submachine guns are.” “Impernetrated orgasm,” Gunner said with a crooked smile. “Brought 100 percent satisfaction.” “Our men do need both automatics and submachine guns. We’re fighting on the front lines of a war. But, when someone dares to pick up our leftover business partner…” Shadow paused and lifted both hands in an effortless shrug. “I’ve got to track that request back to the source.” “As any good businessman would do.” Sean agreed. “Well, Conan did all the work, though.” She corrected the information herself, to give the credit where it was due.

Mykelle’s eyes scorched my face, but I didn’t dare risk looking away from Blaze’s father. “I’m the one that murdered the Santino’s.” I said calmly. As his jaw unhinged and mouth dropped open, I raised the gun to his head, my heartbeat a slow and steady pulse in my ears and pulled the trigger. The flesh at the very center of his forehead split open, peeling back like the petals of a rose in bloom. Another crack sounded, this one louder than the first two because it came from the bullet I sent flying into his skull. As it exited, it stole the light from his eyes and the breath from his lungs.

But in this moment, in the thick of battle, with Selena struggling against the smoke and her strength faltering, he knew he had no choice. His heart raced as he slid the gun from its holster. "Stay with me, Selena," he whispered, more to himself than anyone else. In a fluid motion, he spun around and aimed the Silver Gun at Shane. The weapon hummed, a strange, metallic resonance, like it was alive, ready to fire. Ken's hesitation lingered for only a moment longer, but then he pulled the trigger. A burst of rapid fire rang out. The bullets tore through the air with unnerving speed, hitting their target. But the real power of the Silver Gun was in its tracking ability—the bullets honed in on S

But for a group, it wasn't as effective. I pulled out twin glock 27 .40 caliber subcompact handguns with extended mags. Both sporting ten silver bullets each. I cocked them back to chamber a round in each and shut the trunk. “Jarvis, take the car to a safe place. I will call you when I need you.” I said. “Your wish is my command. Please, do be safe out there.” He replied.

she joked. Denzel chuckled, "I'm a multi-faceted open book, Princess. It's up to you to peel back my layers." He sent her a wink, hinting at the double meaning behind his words. Cinnia caught it and lowered her eyes to glance at his lips before bringing them back to his darkened green eyes. "Looking forward to that." ... "Which gun do you prefer?" An attendant asked Cinnia and Denzel. Cinnia stared at the display of guns, tapping her index against her chin. "The Ruger. 22." She decided.

ANSEL POV Boom A loud gunfire was heard in the dungeon, shutting the silence and terrifying every prisoner. “A-Alpha! Y-you killed him!” I heard a voice from behind as I soften my grip on the gun-like object that was in my palm. It was a gun but specifically made for wolves. It was coated with silver ash. I had used it on Ragnar. The sane man that I wanted to use to lure his brother to me. I had killed him because of the intense anger and fear that I didn't know I had until now.

Diego nodded excitedly, "GJ. Do you know what that means?" Shin shrugged, not understanding. "It's the brand name of the manufacturing company. Damn it, how am I supposed to know what it is? You're ... the staff who supplies the weaponry." Diego smiled widely, "GJ. Gardner, James. James Gardner. Your gun was made by James, senior." Shin was silent, seemingly trying to process the information. But after a few seconds he squealed, "Wait a minute! You mean James ... made my gun? He-"

Lucas grabs him by the throat, lifting him into the air, flashing his fangs and looking just at terrifying as the wendigo. Three more humans move in, two with guns and another with a crossbow. “Let him go,” one of them orders, and his voice is vaguely familiar. “This gun is loaded with silver bullets with a wooden core. Unless you want to be nothing but goo on the forest floor, you let him go right now, you son of a bitch.” I jump forward, putting my back to Lucas’s and holding up my hands. “Stop,” I say, heart racing. “Put your guns down or I eviscerate you where you stand.”

Bullets rained down, the gun's barrel glowing red-hot. The assassin's heightened senses warned him frantically—but it didn't matter. Stealth gave him an approach, but his defenses were weak. Strength, speed, reflex—none surpassed others of his level. How could he possibly dodge? In an instant, his head exploded under the barrage. "I mean… I swing a knife, you say I'm uncivilized… but you shoot bullets, and suddenly it's civilized?" he said bitterly in his final moments. Ray merely smiled faintly. "A gun is a thousand years ahead of a knife. That makes it civilized. And you…"

“New product. New business. New sins.” He stammered. “I-I didn’t mean to disrespect you. It was just business.” I smiled faintly. “So is this.” I drew my gun and fired once. The sound was lost to the bass. His head dropped, blood spilling across the table, soaking the money he’d been counting. I stood, holstered my weapon, and looked at Vincent. “Burn everything. Erase his name. And don’t let a single one of his men crawl out of this city alive.”