Typhoon Blow Gun Novels & Stories

Literally, two of the blokes are carrying flame guns meant for weed maintenance in gardens. “Burn in hell!” One shouted, raising the flame gun, intent to use it like a flame thrower. Looks like our Valentine’s date will be hot, but not in the way I want. I will not have these shits impede our plans. Best we put an end to this shit quickly.

The night just unfolds the strongest storm that ever hit the land of El Mezannotte. The rain was even falling heavy and the wind furiously made everything not just sway but dancing wild as if it was ripping the greenery around the woods. Even the thunder was clapping furiously and the lightning didn't stop from slicing the sky in anger. It was indeed a furious typhoon. 'MASTER, THEY WERE PRESSING ON.' 'The flames around the perimeter were now gone.' In annoyance, Morbius clicked his tongue when he heard the report from his men over the castle's perimeter. He glanced over at his beloved who kept fighting with her bear fist against Lupo.

Chu Xun was not good at naming. " I've arranged enough personnel in place. At that time, they will listen to you. Fatal Blow is equipped with the most advanced scientific and technological means and weapons. There are ten Heavy Sound Cannons. It should be of great help to you if you fight with the aliens." Chu Xun nodded and got on the huge 50-meter-long and 30-meter-wide fighter plane. After taking off, Fatal Blow became invisible, and its sound was low. It didn't make much noise and flew toward outer space.

Zen asked the Gambler curiously. Charlie chuckled. Any mafia heir with good education knew the basics. Thankfully, the wood had resources that they could use to transform dried reeds into high-pressure water guns. Zen spat as the taste of bitter liquid lingered in his mouth. As strange as it sounded, his cheek muscles were getting tired of spitting coffee. The way they used this blowgun was to drink the coffee without swallowing, using their cheeks as ammunition pouches and spitting it through a high-pressure pipe made from reeds.

Naturally, she was filled with anxiety and dread. "Get lost!" With a loud crash, Zayn hurled a liquor bottle at the door from inside the study. The sharp and piercing sound made Cassidy scream and turn to flee in panic.

Stopping their motions, Rachael who squatted carefully and comfortably on the tree, took a quick look at the ladies who were with Victoria, the ones who were operating the blowguns, and when she saw them insert the sight of the blowgun into their mouth, aiming at the men at the donjon, she quickly took out a shuriken from her clothes, nodding her head at the other ladies who were with her on the trees. The ladies responded to her with a corresponding nodding of heads as they also drew out their shurikens from their pockets, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. "Take a deep breath in...", Victoria said to the ladies who still had the blowguns in their mouths, tutoring them on the right t

Chapter 117: Free me. The five Folantos on his ship spread out around his command center. The one on Ike's left held a specific kind of weapon that shot an energy rope. If he remembered right, the gun was called a tatin. Ike tried to do calm breathing as he shook his head. There was about to be more senseless death. He would not be taken alive, and there was no way he was putting JP through more torture. Maybe these beings would be wise and run away.

"I can stand. I can kill." "Good." Jack pointed to the heavy assault cannon Marcus had carried out of the armory. It was a 'Hellfire' portable railgun, designed to take down tanks. "That thing still work?" "It has three shots left," Marcus checked the charge. "We only need one." Jack hit the button to lower the rear ramp. The wind roared into the cabin, a deafening gale that threatened to suck them all out. The ocean below was a churning cauldron of white foam.

The blast shoved it down the road after me and twisted it sidewise - then it blew up. They had a 'Hua Qing' Mini-gun onboard (why does Delilah knows so much about Chinese weaponry? I'm not sure) plus a great deal of machinegun ammo. Until that point, Gimli had a chance of humiliating me in the body count race. The explosions rained shrapnel everywhere and propelled a flaming engine block into the truck in front of it.

What about weapons? "Take your personals," Henry said, donning his own armor. "Whips, take one of the fancy Desert Eagles, and --" "How about actual fire?" she asked. "Fire works on a lot of stuff according to legend." Bjorne hefted a flamethrower, grinning from ear to ear. "Got it covered." "What's that?" she asked, looking at something with a set of six large tubes circling the barrel. "Net gun," Banshee said. She pursed her eyes. "Yeah, take that."