The Man With The Golden Gun Novel Novels & Stories

REIGN “One more finger.” I ordered while lighting my cigarette. One of my men placed the trembling man’s left hand on the table and another quickly chopped off his pinky finger, equalizing the two hands. The unfortunate man let out a loud scream as he clutched his hand close to his chest. “So,” I blew out the smoke, “where's my truck?” I asked and the man shook in fear, sweat drenched his body and his lips trembled. “I don’t..”

I wondered to his question. "Defend yourself," he told me quickly. He took a gun from behind him. I was again handed my ear by gunshots. I looked at the gun I was holding and I peeked from where I was hiding and I had no idea how to use the gun I was holding. I just looked at the man with me who was good at holding a gun. My hand holding the gun was shaking. "Who are they?" I was afraid to question the man. "The plans are to kill Lever Winchester," he answered me seriously.

He could hear the gunshots around him and the cries of his men but he didn’t bother to leave his seat and know what was actually happening, he sipped his whiskey and continued waiting while he was surrounded by gunshots and cries of men. After a while, Andrés returned with a briefcase which he placed on the desk and retreated to stand beside his boss and they both waited. It wasn’t long, the door of the office was opened and a man walked in, he was dressed in black suit, black shoes and his eyes and hair was pitch black. His suit looked neat with not a single rumple and he walked slowly towards the man and his assistant that were watching him. He placed his sliver gun on the table and looked

It's full of gold and diamond necklaces and bracelets. They scamper into the bedroom and come back with the briefcase. " Master, we found something! You'll love it!" I scream. "No!" The tall guy points a gun at me. Ren shrieks. "Please don't shoot her!" The guy points the gun back to Ren and shoots his arm. Blood spurts from his arm as he falls on the carpet, wincing in pain. "It was nice working with you Ren," the tall guy scoffs. "This is some good cash."

Goldie continues to advance further. “Hey, hey, hey!” Leonardo calls out to him, running to the doorway as well. He quickly jogs up the stairs of the basement, keeping a close eye on the young man ahead of him. As Goldie reached the top, he sees a group of armed men pointing their guns at him. Bullets started to rain, the sound of the firing squad was all he could hear. To defend himself, he holds his hands up. He has seen this before, and he does not intend to get shot or hurt again today. At this moment, his vision became clearer than before. The trajectory of each bullet becomes easier to spot. They all slowly come to a halt, remaining suspended in the air. The metal projectiles shake sli

Blood Wolf looked at the hostages critically as if he were selecting goods in a supermarket. "I'll choose you then." Blood Wolf pointed at an oriental man who wore glasses. Two members of Golden Wolf Mercenary walked to the man and dragged him ten meters away. Faced with a group of vicious thugs, the skinny man with glasses was frightened and made no struggle. However, all the people could tell that it was useless for him to struggle. He was no match for the two well-built men, and there was a huge gap between their power. Blood Wolf raised the strange-looking gun and pointed it at the man with glasses, grinning and showing his chilling white teeth to the camera. "Dear friends from Huaxia an

Wilbur frowned as he saw the robed man quietly sneaking away in the crowd. "Trying to escape?" Wilbur leaped into the air and landed right in front of that man, blocking his path. The man shouted, "Get out of my way or you'll suffer!" "Oh, I'll make you suffer first." Wilbur roared and stretched his hand out to grab the man. At the same time, Ryder finished assembling his super cannon in just a few seconds and aimed it at the guy, preventing him from escaping. Booker was dumbstruck. Why were they carrying guns?

Images of the nose of a gun, big and small, littered page after page of her notebook. He had to rotate the page as the story unfolded in front of him. In the middle was a man with his gun raised and pointed at a woman at the end of the page. The scene was dark, not only by the image it predicted, but because it was covered in black ink. Everything on the page was shaded except for the characters, which seemed to be in a spotlight. And on their feet were limbs and bodies weaved around each other. ‘Dead. These people are dead.’

Third person's POV The figure was slender, clad in a black tight-fitting combat uniform, with distinct body curves—she was a woman! "Who are you?" Golden Shark asked in horror, hastily pulling out his pistol from his pants. Sweat poured from him as the woman approached from the firelight, her face obscured. As he drew his gun, a loud "bang" echoed—a gunshot shattered his hand, sending his weapon clattering to the ground. Seizing the moment, the driver fired back.

I twist, aiming low, but another hand clamps over my mouth, cutting off the sound before it can leave my throat. “Easy,” a voice murmurs near my ear. “We just want to talk.” I bite down hard. The man swears and tightens his grip. I fight anyway — knees, elbows, weight thrown back — but there are too many of them, moving like they’ve done this before. They drag me toward the van. This is it, a part of my mind notes distantly. This is the mistake. The door yawns open, dark and waiting. A gunshot cracks the air.