Ultrakill Guns Novels & Stories

He reached under the counter and pulled out a matte-black Sig Sauer with a specialized weighted grip. "The compensator is custom-built," Yuri muttered, sliding it toward me. "It won't kick. It’s a ghost’s gun." "Perfect," I said, checking the magazine. "Because I’m going to be the last thing Viktor Volkov never sees coming.”

A motion fluid, practiced, and laced with a violent sort of grace. It was the Glock 17 from before. I knew that model well. Polymer frame, matte black slide, 9mm. Standard issue in half the departments I’d worked with. Lightweight, reliable, and easy to conceal beneath a tailored jacket like his. But in the right, trained hands, it became something far more lethal than a basic service weapon. And Elian’s hand was more than trained. Even his tattoo was wired for this. A jet-black serpent coiled across the back of it, its inky body disappearing under the cuff of his suit. The serpent’s scaled head rested on his knuckle like a sigil. Its forked tongue, a thin black line, traced down his middle

he said. "gun please." she said, and Gavin grinned and handed a silver-coloured Smith and Wesson SD9/40 Glock over to her. "Here you go. I got this custom made for you." He handed her the gun along with silver bullets. Karen collected it squealing with joy. "Do you have golden bullets too?" She asked, and Gavin arched his eyebrow. "Got you covered on that one too." And he handed her golden coloured Smith and Wesson SD9/40 Glock with golden bullets too.

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.

War Tiger growled. Lei Bao sneered, and a palm-sized ball of lightning gathered inside his hands. A violent force spread over. "Get ready," War Tiger shouted. Orderly footsteps were heard. About a hundred soldiers held thermal weapons in their hands, aiming at the Fire Dragon Hall. "Do you think you can threaten me with these metal scraps?" Lei Bao asked disdainfully. "Metal scraps?" 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."

Lefiya continues to apologise with her head lowered. "… It's no use to blame her about that now," I said. "For now… let's just focus on these." Telling him that, I look at the items on the desk. A silver semi-auto pistol with a magazine of a capacity of 20 bullets. 19 9×18mm Ultra bullets. A strand of scarlet hair. Video: Lefiya's bullied scene with video quality of 4k, 120 FPS

"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.

I just followed behind him till we came to another room, which he unlocked and when we got in, my breath got caught in my throat. There were about a million special guns —very different from the few hunting guns I had seen in my father’s old records. “Are these guns?” I asked. I had to be sure before jumping into conclusions. “Yes, special designs I created two years ago…” he whispered like someone who was in a trance. “Each is laced with wolfsbane and silver, strong enough to kill even the strongest of wolves. It might take a few bullets to permanently put down a Lycan, but it is just as effective…”

Then he unlocked the safe and Elaine and I took out the rifles and laid them at the firing positions. The guns we use are just small-caliber target rifles, bolt-action, with traditional iron sights (no scopes). They would be almost useless for hunting anything bigger than a possum, but they are fun, well-maintained, and extremely accurate. If you miss your target at Camp Dickinger, it is not the gun's fault.

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?”