Truck Kun Kill Count Novels & Stories

I asked, my eyes moving around the nurse's station at the end of the hallway. How many did our pack members died? He sighed and I knew that he didn't have food news to give me. "33." I took a deep breath and nodded at him. Thirty-three? Thirty-three loyal pack members who died today at the hands of the rogues. Thirty-three members had come to celebrate the birth of Katelyn and ended up getting killed themselves. I opened my mouth to say something but suddenly a sharp pain sliced through my chest, which left me gasping. I staggered on my unsteady feet and gasped as waves of horrible pain struck my chest.

It wasn't easy to kill, even knowing that they weren't human any more, it was still hard to pull the trigger sometimes and even harder to live with it afterwards. She fell silent and I assumed she was debating as I pulled the trigger on a dead that got a little too close to the truck for my liking. My eyes scanned every inch of the area, every window every shadow. “Report.” Wheeler demanded. “Seven dead.” I responded, calling what I could see. “Eleven dead.” Clara followed. “Same.” “Same. Okay lets get moving again, keep it slow, keep your eyes open, more dead ahead.” Wheeler stated as the truck started moving again although still at a snails pace.

A thick vein pulsed angrily in his taut neck. Seven slammed the front passenger door behind him with enough force to rattle the tinted windows as he took shotgun. Rage was etched into every harsh line of his face, his dark eyes glittering with barely restrained violence. The two men looked like they had just stepped off an active battlefield. They had given chase after the team of assassins who tried to eliminate Serena with that car bomb, intending to snuff out her life without leaving any chance of survival. Killian and Seven both knew those Hitmen weren't just ordinary street muscles. Every single vehicle in Knox's fleet was specially reinforced and built to withstand explosive attacks li

"I can't wait to get crowned. Should I tell them about his death? No, Alina, you shouldn't. They will want to know how you knew about it, and once again, you will be their main suspect. Everyone knew what Alpha Killan's car looked like. It was a model that no one had in the entire world, so it wouldn't belong until a reporter saw it lying on the road, crushed like a piece of bread, and told everyone about his demise. A scream echoed from downstairs, and she quickly wore her flipflops and ran to see what was going on. There was the latest news on the screen, and everyone was talking about how reckless Alpha Kilan was driving, and after a short while, a truck crushed him. The driver fled the p

They created cities to fight against the enemy, and every city was as good as the power of millions of soldiers. Chu Xun looked up at the sky. Wang Yunzhe, who was ranked first on the Vanquishing Fiends Count, had killed more than 500 people in total. In less than ten days, he killed more than 500 people. In addition to the figures of the other 9 experts, more than 2,000 earth residents had been killed by the top 10. Chu Xun's number was 109, still not in the top ten. Along the way, he ransacked quite a few groups of people.

"How do you know they went missing?" "Friends of friends. Couple of cousins. Their truck was found on the side of the road, and no one knows where they are." "Where'd that happen?" Travis pulled out his phone. "Can you show me on here?" "You think this is related?" Matt took the phone and tapped around on the screen. "This guy's killed at least forty people that we know of. Probably more. He doesn't have much of a cooling-off period." Travis wasn't willing to lump the disappearances up in Bliss' kidnapping yet, but it was worth looking into.

100 million dollars for the entire family. By the time the shots came through both me and Robins had no idea what was happening. Still after counting to 4 I still could’t pull the trigger like I had done countlessly 700 other times before. My kill count had grown to the highest in 20 years. In 20 years, I’d killed about 35 people each year. In the first year alone, 60, the family. Lombartti. To this day no one knows who, or what cleared the entire family or why.

It was truly, magical. “The trucks are loaded. Just left the airport.” He informed, and I felt every muscle inside of my body locking as adrenalin washed through my blood system, setting me ablaze. It was going to get messy. “How many?” I hissed into the phone. “3 trucks and 3 vehicles. One mustang up front, one Cadillac between the 2 trucks, and the small chev truck behind. They are all armed.” He said the last sentence with a little bit of concern laced in his tone. And I nearly lost my shit with laughter. Who would’ve known?

I say. He rewinds it, playing it slower, frame by frame. “Go after the impact.” I say, the truck pulls away, fast Like nothing happened. “Enhance it,” the hacker's fingers move quickly. Image sharpens, and then details become clearer, and the truck model becomes clearer. “That's a Collins - series Obsidian,” he mutters, "I know that. “ Military-grade reinforcement.” I lean forward slightly, eyes narrowing, “How many exist?” “Fifty, maybe less , all the registered,”

A mechanical whir cut through the clearing. My stomach dropped. Mounted crossbows rotated slowly on the roof of the truck. Huge ones. Loaded with thick silver bolts nearly the length of my arm. Dozens of them. My breath caught. “That’s not hunting,” I whispered. “That’s extermination.” Darius muttered quietly beside us. “Yeah.” Adrian’s voice came out sharp. “How many?” Kael’s eyes scanned the vehicles. “Six trucks.” Marcus growled under his breath. “Each carrying launchers.”