Typhoon Blow Gun Novels & Stories

"Those stupid bastards. If they were going to ambush us, they should have at least brought a machine gun. What did they think they'd accomplish with mere handguns? Right, Valentine?" Jerry, seemingly completely at ease now that they were on the highway, asked in an excited voice. Eugene immediately frowned. An ambush with machine guns? If that had really happened, he'd be in the hospital now with holes all over his body, or packed into a body bag. Valentine silently disassembled the silver gun. A .45 caliber Colt Government. He seemed to have taken it from the dead Black gang member. Eugene cursed internally once when he recognized the type of gun the attacker had been firing, and then again

Joan zoomed past and picked up a much larger gun which seemed to scare the shit out of him. "Not that" He chuckled darkly before taking it out of her hands. "I didn't say be a fucking terrorist, That's a 13mm Gyrojet and we don't use that for shooting around here" He croaked and with a shrug of her shoulders, she turned away from him.

AUGUST I tried to breathe the pain away. Ambrose’s kick wasn’t that powerful purely because I’ve received more kick from him and this was by far, the softest of them all. Despite of that, the kick still hit the bulls’ eye of my hollow stomach and I’m not even wearing anything to begin with. I had to flinch for a short moment but I tried not to show any signs of weakness. I centered my focal point at Ambrose and I instantly saw the upcoming storm named typhoon Ambrose. His glare was filled with so much intensity and that was more than enough for me to know that he’s about to go on a rampage.

"He's the eye of the storm! He's right in the center!" I reached into my boot. I pulled out the secondary weapon Silas had given me. Not a knife. A flare gun. Loaded not with phosphorus, but with a canister of condensed Dust from the Dead Zone the raw, anti-magic particulate we had gathered from the Hollow Men. "Leo!" I yelled. "Can you get me a clear shot?" "The wind is too strong!" Leo shouted. "It'll blow the flare away!" "Then stop the wind!" Leo looked at the swirling vortex.

The next moment, more than twenty of the beast mechs pulled out their weapons. These weapons were pretty advanced. They weren't rifles or machine guns, not even freeze guns or heat guns. They were beam guns. Beam guns have extremely strong penetrating power, and it's like firing a laser. There's no need to fire one shot at a time, just hold the trigger down and the beam will keep blasting continuously. They were like the Death Laser, but the enhanced version. Not in terms of power, of course, but duration. "Windfall, be careful, those things actually pack a punch."

He grabbed Meng Fanyong and shouted, "Retreat!" "You want to run? No way!" Wu Di also shouted, took out a strange gun, and chased after them. At the same time, he raised the gun to aim at the man with crew cut and Meng Fanyong, but failed to hit them. This was not a killing gun, but a suffocating anesthetic gun, which could make people faint. Generally speaking, the people of the Special Operations Group would be assigned this kind of special gun, which was a common weapon used to deal with mutants.

Gu Yan was good at eating and drinking, and knew how to shoot a gun just for the sake of showing off, he didn't know anything about firearms knowledge, asking him about the model of the gun was better than asking him about the vintage of the wine! He panicked and rummaged around, holding various types of firearms in his hands with a bewildered look on his face, completely unaware of what the hell a TAC50 was. "...... This, is this one?" Gu Yan picked up a long one and asked Mu Zi. Mu Zi shook her head, "This is a submachine gun." A few rich young men beside him twisted their faces over and said, "Those people are ignoring us!" Harassment can only work for a moment, once the other side percei

You will not see such weapons among your brothers - Alud grinned. - Indeed, a strange design, but what are these holes above the fist? asks Conrod. - These are charges of special shot and gunpowder. This Thing amplifies the blow with firepower, I call it a fist shotgun, and the blade is good at slashing enemies when it runs out of charges. Alud says. Conrod for a second imagined what would happen if a person used such a contraption, at least severed fingers, fractures and dislocation of the shoulder would be guaranteed. He shuddered at the unpleasant sight. Conrod noticed that Dooka's ax and Julia's daggers also had the same charges, only smaller.

His voice was like thunder in the sky. The moment he moved, the space within a kilometer was instantly bound. "Haha, looks like we're like fat sheep..." Feeling the pressure around him, Bao Jiuyan's face showed a trace of fierceness, and there were already a few more tiny balls in his palm. Black-Flame Bomb! This was Bao Jiuyan's great killing weapon. Once it was displayed, the true power it erupted with would be comparable to that of an ordinary Spirit expert.

I stormed inside the cabin and grabbed her Glock 43 from her purse. “Hey!” Rain tried to seize the gun from me. “Not my baby!” She makes her bullets, and through years of experimenting with weapons, she perfected the number of groves needed to maximize the range and speed of her guns. I chuckled sarcastically. “You should’ve thought of that earlier!” I ignored her big pleading blue eyes, which saved her through a lot of fuck-ups in the past. I know better than to believe her act. Sloan had Klaus under him, his legs on either side of Klaus’ torso, returning the favor of busting his brows and lips. Ghost and Blade were standing at a safe distance from their bosses, arms crossed in their middle