Ultrakill Guns Novels & Stories

Sully stood off to the side of the indoor shooting range, watching Cordelia load her gun. He wasn’t at all surprised at her choice of personal weapon: a Smith & Wesson M&P Shield. Compact and light, it was a popular choice with women with smaller hands... but it had a quick reset triggered by the striker-fired action, so the gun made it possible for multiple rounds to be fired quickly. The gun was sleek and slim – but it was fucking fast and lethal. Sully got the feeling that it was the perfect gun for this tough, sweet woman.

Backs turned to her. Perfect distraction. The boss moved like a shadow, me at his heel. We carried custom suppressed HK USP Tacticals, the matte black finish absorbing the dim light. These weren't standard issue; they were precision tools worth more than most men made in a year. We blew the door. The fake hinges gave with a crack that rattled the walls. It was over before they could blink.

"What's the point of having a lot of guns if we can't shoot them? That's like having a tank with no gun! Or a burger with no bun!" "Jake, we can't just go out shooting whenever we want just because we want to," Ashley said as she took a big case of bullets out of a crate and handed it to Derek, they were 7.62 x 51 mm bullets, which meant that if they hadn't already unloaded it, there was a minigun somewhere in these crates. "But we have a lot of bullets!"

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

Greg was shot at the neck, although they later escaped, but Greg died from the bullet wound. I told him about what had happened the last few days too and also how our home was over run by the infected. I told him of my intention to look for my group and family. He has a Kimber Custom TLE II (EM) .45 Caliber 1911 pistol which he showed me and I wondered where he got such a piece from.

Kalen would give his enemies a little jolt of electric when he strikes them. The automatic pistols he selected this time were not like the ones they had given to them for the second phase of training. These pistols were had a kick to them. The bullets would do much more damaged then a 50-cal sniper would. The pistol could release 20 bullets per second, three burst shot or a single shot.

"Are you mad!? Did you sincerely need her to drink your blood!?" Anna stated coldly. Pointing her gun at Raven's brow without hesitation. Unlike the police's well-known problem S&W M3913 or the SIG Sauer P230JP, this gun had a fashionable layout and turned golden all over. It turned into included ornamental styles of angel wings and pass motifs. Custom made. The muzzle nearly seemed as even though it fired lasers in place of bullets. As a deadly weapon, its layout turned into pretty intricate. "What's that... Where did you draw it out from!?"

Then, he picked up the Colt, Beretta, Glock, and other world-famous firearms from the table. The last one was a domestic Type 77 pistol, and he flashed a brilliant golden grin. "Foreign guns might look cooler, but I still love the homegrown stuff. Support local brands. Etharia first!" Walter looked at him like he was watching a clown at a funeral. "Every gun you picked up, except the Desert Eagle, is unloaded. Why the hell are you carrying them?" Goldfangs checked his belt to make sure every gun was securely strapped before smirking again. "Mr. Burke, you're getting old. You don't understand this generation. Looking cool is half the job. Image is branding. The rest is just fluff."

"I like working with easy-going people like you the most." Wilbur did not know what to say. It was not like he would have said yes had it not been for the threats. "Jasmine, get the documents and contracts out and hand them to Mister Penn," Albert said. Jasmine nodded with a smile. She picked up the briefcase in the corner and placed it on the table before opening it. She took out a pistol. "This is a special pistol crafted for people within the department. We call them Extrobullet Guns. They're made from the toughest of alloys, and one clip holds seven special explosive bullets. One bullet is strong enough to blow a hole through an elephant.

Maybe when I already finish using the bottle of the antiviral drug. Her gaze then fell on an AK rifle..... eight thousand points. Although she already had a gun and other weapons to kill monsters, the particular rifle still caught her attention again. Not bad if I get this too, Ivy thought as she read through the rifle description displayed before her. [AK Rifle .....Combat Grade Weapon] Price: 8,000 points Category: Mid-Range Firearm {A durable and highly reliable assault rifle built for harsh combat environments and prolonged survival situations. Designed with strong recoil control, rapid-fire capability, and excellent penetration power against low-to-mid-tier monsters.}