Novel & Cerita The Man With The Golden Gun Novel

The tall man gritted his teeth and lowered the gun toward Caspian's leg. The others remained still, still aiming their guns at Caspian. If he made any move, they'd pull the trigger without hesitation. However, they had yet to realize that standing in front of them was none other than the Diatoranian God of War! The moment the tall foreigner pulled the trigger, a sudden glint of cold light flashed. A whooshing could be heard! It was followed by the tall man's screams. His hands had been pricked by silver needles. His entire hand throbbed with excruciating pain, and the gun in his hand fell to the ground.

At the same time the door was thrown open by the man who had been banging against it. But I ran into the room before him. Before me was a man. A man I had dismissed. His qualities seemed average at best. Everything about him could be forgotten if you didn't take time to notice him. But I remembered him. It was the man who always stayed at the side of the Mafia Lord. However he was holding a gun. Leveled at me. His eyes met with mine. A cold calculating gaze that sent a shiver down my spine. Then he shot me. The pain rippled through my entire being. But he shot again in succession. And again.

He looked like he wanted to run to the tank, but the man in the gray jumpsuit kept the gun pointed right at the old man's head. "Don't move, silver boy," the man in the jumpsuit said. He had a cruel smile. "Your father has been very helpful to the Company. We used his brain to write the most addictive plots in the world. But he’s getting old. His mind is starting to leak." "Let him go," I said. I stepped forward, holding the black fountain pen. "You have me now. I have the override. I have a notebook."

Before anyone could react, I had drawn my golden gun and pressed it between her legs. “Don’t forget,” I said, “I can still take the lead with another weapon.” Immediately after, I pulled the trigger and emptied the magazine. Sophia’s body jerked violently before collapsing to the floor. I tossed the golden gun into a corner, brushed aside the weapon pointed at my head, and calmly sat back down. I picked up my glass of ice water again and took a slow sip. Then, I said, “Now, let’s talk about the details.”

"I got a radio in my truck." "No!" Amberly shouted, stepping out from behind Jordan. A deafening gunshot ripped through the quiet morning. The sound shattered the fog. Hot brass ejected from the hunting rifle held by the mercenary standing directly behind Amberly. The old man jerked backward violently. His thermos hit the dirt, splashing brown coffee across the mud. He collapsed flat onto his back, a neat, dark hole punched directly through the center of his orange vest. The golden retriever whined, nudging the motionless body with its nose.

Not on my watch. A man, wearing a bandanna around his head carrying a long gun walked towards Lucas in the middle of the disarray. Lucas had his back on him, aiming his own gun to a man about to shoot his member. Bandanna Man aims his gun, Lucas still clueless, just as I pulled the trigger of my own for the very first time. The glass wall shattered with a noisy and ear deafening sound but was left unnoticed because of the chaos inside. The man wearing a bandana fell with ungraceful ease as the bullet passed through his skull with the speed of a jet. Clean, straight, thorough. Lucas jolted and spun, surprised to see the man on the ground. His sudden distraction was enough time for the man he

Replied Joshua just as softly. “Alpha!” The voice was so loud that I cringed away from it, backing to the left and swinging my head quickly to the sound. It was a man with shortly clipped golden hair, he was looking at me in awe, a hand raised up as if he was showing me he had nothing in his hands to hurt me. “Alpha.” The man said softer, his eyes keeping contact with mine. “The gun.” I pulled my eyes from his, back to the Alpha, my gaze going to the gun in his hands in fear as I backed away from him.

“Interesting, you actually brought a gun along with you from the very beginning, only to wait for us to get all busy before you ambush us from behind. ‘If it weren’t for the eldest son of the Goldmanns, then I guess this would be it for me. ‘I really didn’t expect that. They brought so many men here not to kill me but to divert my attention away from the gun that would kill me. ‘After all, a bullet’s speed will always be faster than that of any cold weapon. No matter how competent and speedy I am, I’ll definitely be shot in the end.’ She lifted the man’s chin with the iron rod. “Fabio isn’t this simple-minded that he’d order you to come to the Southern Clan’s territory to ambush me. Now talk

I didn't reach for my claws. I looked at the sleeping woman in my arms. "How much?" I asked. The man opened the briefcase. Inside, there was a single, golden quill. "One more story," the man said. "And the debt is cancelled." "What story?" The man pointed toward the moon. "The one where the Guard falls," the man said. I looked at the silver thread on my chest. It was turning black. "Get out," I whispered. "You can't write your way out of this one, Victor." The man vanished.