The Gunslinger Novels & Stories

As expected, the former first bodyguard of the Zhou family in the capital city was well-known. With a whoosh, Wu Jiu took out a Desert Eagle Gun from his bosom and fired at the thigh of the member of the Blood Wolf Gang who was charging at the front. Peng! After a gunshot, the member of the Blood Wolf Gang screamed and fell to the ground with his left leg shot. More than 20 members of the Blood Wolf Gang stood there motionless. They were going to fight with guns with knives? Wouldn't that be courting death? "Whoever dares to move again, I'll shatter his brain!"

I hissed. I took aim and fired, a bullet piercing his heart. His body slumped, life leaving his eyes, and I felt a grim sense of closure. After a moment, I pulled another gun from my pocket, checked its load, and cocked it. I spared one last glance at Sinclair's lifeless form before twisting the doorknob and stepping back out into the world outside. The gunshots had alerted the rest of his men, and they rushed at me with anger and desperation in their eyes. I had no intention of playing games. I raised my gun, targeting their heads one after another, and squeezed the trigger with both hands.

Bang The sound of the explosion echoed loudly in the midst of the calm atmosphere created in Aiden's classic European-style house. Calistha who had just shot the hot lead seemed to tremble for a moment before her hands drooped weakly, hanging on the right and left sides of her body, just after Aiden distanced himself from Calistha's body. “The gun is not to channel your anger, but to kill your enemies. If you're only using it for something useless, you'd better shoot yourself in the head so that the bullet doesn't go to waste.”

He knew there were no bullets in it but, hopefully they wouldn't call his bluff. "Hey man," the man put his hands up. "Are you Seven from the Sabers?" "Who wants to know?" He cocked his gun hoping that they would be intimidated and run away. Four other men appeared from around the corner and a couple more jumped down from the roof of the store. He was surrounded. "You're on our territory, man." The guy smirked and shook his head. . "You should know better than to trespass on someone's else's territory." "I don't even associate with them anymore. I'm done living that kind of lifestyle." Seven explained as he slowly backs away.

Gunner, Aiden, and Skullz; one of Aiden's riders; take down Gold tooths men. Every gun is trained on Gold tooth.

Solomon would never hold back against a capable opponent who refused to work with him. “What’s wrong? Want me to stay?” Andrius remained unfazed and frivolous when he saw the hitmen. Solomon did not answer his question and announced, “Andrius Moonshade, let me introduce you to my hitmen.” “This is Knife, and he’s good with anything sharp. He has killed 99 people with the dagger he wields. You will be the hundredth. “This is Gunner, a legend in the hitman world. He never misses within a hundred meters.

“You wanted to wipe Chantal from existence.” “I did, and I’m sorry. Here’s your Glock—a 19C Gen4. Impressive and versatile. I’m a SIG girl myself, but this is fast and accurate.” She placed the gun slowly on the ground and backed off. “I like the reversible magazine catch—I’m a left-handed shooter.” “Why did you help kill these tangos?” “Because I want to save Chantal.” “Like I’d trust that sudden change of heart.” “You don’t have to trust me. But the longer we stand here and chit-chat, the further away Harris gets.”

"But know this. The truth will come back, Nash. And when it does, you will live with this moment for the rest of your life." "The only thing I'll live with," Nash said, "is the satisfaction of knowing the pack is finally clean." He squeezed the trigger. Click. The gun jammed. Nash’s eyes went wide. He pulled the trigger again. Click. He swore violently, throwing the gun to the ground. He drew the Star-Fang Dagger instead. "Fine," he growled. "I do it the old way." He raised the dagger high. Sayler let out a weak cry from the dirt. "Daddy... please..." But Nash didn't hear him. He was too far gone. He brought the dagger down.

Every muscle in my thighs ached from the brutal, territorial way he had fucked me before walking out into the rain with a loaded weapon. I turned my head slowly, my eyes tracking the harsh golden glow of the bedside lamps. Right next to the crystal water glass sat the heavy iron frame of the SIG Sauer. He had left it there like a token of his possessive protection. A reminder that in his world, safety didn't come from locks or laws—it came from lead.

He turned back to me and for the first time since I met him, Dante looked impressed. "You have the eyes," he said. "The eyes?" "Killer's eyes," he clarified. "Empty and focused." He walked back, took the gun from my shaking hand, and reloaded the magazine. "You're ready." "I don't feel ready," I admitted, rubbing my wrist. "You don’t have to feel ready, you just have to pull the trigger." The barn door slid open with a creak. Sloane walked out, she had changed into black cargo pants and a tight shirt from the vet’s lockers. She looked like a mercenary, holding a steaming cup of coffee in one hand and a satellite phone in the other.