The Gunslinger 소설 & 이야기

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

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.’

I can see the light from inside so I'm sure that he's inside beside he's not even answering my calls. God that man! He wants an alliance but is too busy to meet me. "READ! I'LL BREAK YOUR DOOR!" I yelled. Suddenly his door opened slowly. Too slowly, like from those horror movies. My instinct kick in, I took my gun out and slowly walked inside. I looked around his unit, nothing seems wrong. Then why is-- *Crash* "Who are you and what do you want from Read?" A lady asked as he point a kitchen knife at my temple.

Gunner’s POV The rogues’ army was on us before we knew it, and my wolf didn’t hesitate to charge them at full force, taking the blood from them that I had promised to him. Two by two he took them down, as it was beginning to feel like they were gunning solely for me, as an endless attack continued my way, while my warriors remained with their own hands full.

With a heartbroken cry, he hurled the gun away, it clattered across the floor, spinning harmlessly into the shadows. I exhaled a shuddering sigh of relief, my chest loosening for a fleeting second. He hadn't chosen. He couldn't. My brother… The relief shattered like glass under a boot. Damian's expression didn't change, but he nodded once to the rogues. Gunfire erupted… sharp, deafening cracks from modified rifles loaded with silver bullets. Not the tech weapons, but old-school killers, designed to poison wolf blood irreparably.

With cold determination, they raised their guns, the gleam of metal glinting in the darkness as they prepared to unleash a storm of bullets upon their defenseless prey. But just as the first shots rang out, a figure materialized from the shadows, a silent guardian in the night. Cloaked in mystery, he stood tall and defiant, shielding her from the onslaught of gunfire with an otherworldly grace. His presence was a beacon of hope amidst the chaos, a solitary figure standing against the tide of darkness that threatened to engulf them both.

Two men were stumbling out, dazed. I didn't hesitate. I raised my gun. "Who sent you?" One of the men, young, terrified, raised his hands. "The Sinner! He said to burn the mixers! Pour sand in the cement!" "Why?" "He said... he said the house is a lie! He said you’re building a tomb!" My pistol-whipped the man, sending him crashing to the asphalt. "Secure them," I told Rylan. "And get those mixers up the mountain. I want that concrete poured today."

Hunter said sinisterly like a deranged man, and the next moment he cut off Armando's manhood as the flesh lay limply on the floor and he screamed in horror grabbing her crotch in disbelief as the blood spurts out. Hunter tossed the dagger away. Wiping his bloody hand on the fur of a dead wolf, he walked over to Silvia who was staring solely at him. At that moment Hunter was her knight in bloody armor. She couldn't explain in words how she felt at that moment seeing him taking revenge for her. But she paused when he grabbed the gun from her holster and placed it in her hand. She stared at the gun and then at him in disbelief. Silvia shook her head but the look in his eyes said there was no ot

"You dare point your nasty guns on my darling." This came from someone very unexpected. All of them snapped their heads towards the pillar of the bridge and saw Igneel standing with two guns in his hands. He wore black gloves with a long black coat resting on his shoulders as if he wasn't here to kill but to have a deal but he still somehow looked like a killer. He didn't let anyone even think and started to shoot the men as if they were not humans.

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.