Ultrakill Guns Novels & Stories

Clicking your sharp, mechanical legs rhythmically on the concrete. Their red optics scanned the environment with more inexorable, mechanical precision. They were relicted killing machines, driven by old kinetic cores, immune to the EMP that had crashed the consortium. “Forty millimetres of hardened carbon,” Silas whispered next to me. He felt nervously the sand from his former white uniform and put the glasses Right. “Even with Kaels rifles, we need precise hits in the joints, otherwise the projectiles bounce off. Their reaction time is zero comma three seconds.

I clench my fingers; “get to the point, Stephen.” “Right. Three of these bullets are from the same gun. All AK–47’s.” There’s silence for a few seconds. The tension in the room is thick enough to choke on. “The third bullet is from an entirely different gun. This bullet has been confirmed to be from an M-4 Carbine— the exact model used by your men.” My heart stops beating. For long seconds, I can swear that my lungs cease to function, too. “What?”

Diego nodded, tucking out his gun. I darted my eyes to Luca, "Inform the men at the base, we'd need M249 SAWs and PKMs, also M134. All fully loaded. Can you handle a gun Conrad?" I asked my younger brother, a smirk curling by the side lips. "Well..I-I have never actually used one..." All these is still very new to Conrad. Luca clasped Conrad by the shoulder, "You'd get use to it" "Matteo keep on eye on Sarah. Today marks the end. I want Nikolia and every single one of his men dead. Dmitry's blood will end today!" I growled fiercely, tucking out my gun.

War Tiger showed a cold smile and said in a mocking tone, "The weapons in their hands are the Pulse Thunder Guns of the enhanced version and could kill ninth-grade Grandmasters. They may not be able to kill Human Kings, but this one can." With War Tiger's words, the soldiers stepped aside, revealing a Pulse Cannon. " Let me introduce it to you, Captain Lei. This Pulse Cannon is newly developed, and is said to be able to kill Human Kings. Do you want to have a try?" Lei Bao was furious. He stood up all of a sudden and glared at War Tiger, saying, "What Pulse Cannon? Don't try to scare me." "Make your move, and you'll know if I'm scaring you or not," War Tiger said.

"I will complain to Joshua after we finished this." Their enemies who are much taller and much bulkier are standing from afar. They are mixed of races, some looks like black American, African and Mexican. They have tattoos on their arms, beards and what caught their attention the most are the AK-47 riffle on their hands. These guns are 7.62-mm round with a muzzle velocity of some 700 meters per second, these have cyclic firing rate of 600 rounds per minute! "Ohhh. There are holding huge weapons," Jeonghan said before he blinked.

His chest heaved up and down, fists clenched at his sides as he glared at me with pure fury in his eyes. “Why the fuck didn’t you stop?” he screamed, his voice echoing through the room. “You saw me standing right there in the doorway and you still kept fucking yourself with those toys? You even came right in front of me like I wasn’t even there? Is that how low you think of me now, Zara? You dare compare me to those fucking sex toys?!” He pointed angrily at the soaked dildo and vibrator lying on the bed and shouted, “This! You chose this plastic shit over me? Over my dick?”

My jaw literally drops on the floor, heart slamming against my ribcage. The place is wide, bearing that familiar look of a standardized CEO office with a large mahogany desk and swivel chair, a mini fridge, flowers, artworks, overhead light that chases away shadows, a black leather couch, coffee table, carpet, and many more I can't name. However, none of these sends a barrage of chills down my spine except the hundreds of guns I see lined up on the shelves that span across the room— Glocks, RPGs, revolvers, MK 47, muzzleloaders, and many more.