Novel & Cerita Ultrakill Guns

Shit. My phone buzzed again in my hand as I moved towards the door. It was another message from Phoenix. It was a single word, but it sent a mixture of fury and anxiety twisting in my gut. I'd barely made it out of the bedroom when I heard the safety click. Killian was already in the hallway, his hair still slightly damp. He opened the hidden panel behind the framed mirror. Inside it were his babies. Beautiful death lined up uniformly. Twin custom.45s. A sniper rifle. Throwing knives etched with the Cross crest. And his katanas. Killian's favorite weapons.

Anna's POV. “Yes!” That was the last word I said, before my door came crashing down. Three masked men burst into my house. They all held guns—glock 17 to be precise; light, too light it almost felt like you were holding air. Polymer frame, but the barrel and slide? Pure steel. Fifteen rounds of 9mm in the magazine—standard, reliable, efficient and favored by most gang members. Father made sure I recognized every gun from a young age.

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.

"Bye Troy. I'm in a rush." I leave him, standing at the doorway looking confused. I get to the gunshop. I need to purchase a gun. Yes, a gun. I said I'm going to kill them. They won't get away with what they've done to Becca. I just can't let them. The seller shows me quite a several guns but one gun particularly catches my eye. It's a Ruger SR1911. 45 auto centerfire pistol, as the seller tells me. It looks so slick and grey. Such a beautiful weapon to kill those ugly creatures.

I asked, barely above a whisper. He hesitated, his eyes darting to the timer. I could see his throat move as he swallowed hard. “Answer me,” I said, louder this time. He sighed shakily. “Yes… it’s bad. It’s a Crimson Ultra Charge, my lady. Military grade. One of the deadliest kinds.” My blood ran cold.. “Get me out of here,” I snapped, my voice rising. Blake ran a hand through his hair, scanning the straps and wires. “We have to stay calm…”

I noticed they had prepared their weapons by pointing them at me while waiting for the order to shoot. When I raised my hand, the lethal bully sword appeared. Bully them now, I said. I said nothing out loud. However, the rifles in their hands, which were Ak 47 and pump-action guns, melted and fell to the ground. They could detect the odor of a molten metal material.

I said my voice slightly breaking. "You made me look like a fool, all the combats and training and killing was for nothing but to make me just like you, a killer that gets to live with the guilt forever. Goodbye Rarf, you'll be better off in hell." I said as I clicked the gun ready to unload every bullet in his hardened heart.

"Let's go!" Walking in front of them, the three of them arrived at the tomb where they had passed by. They went to the wall and quickly pressed the button. The stone door opened quickly, and the three of them jumped in. "What are you doing here?" Nannan followed him. He saw that Zi Yao opened the box and kept picking out the guns until he found a smaller one. However, both its lethality and range were top-notch short guns. Most importantly, this short gun was designed as a silencer and ranked first in the world.

"And if I can't understand?" Silvan simply raised his hands. Clack! Clack! All 36 men in the black robes took out unique firearms and disengaged the safety, aiming in Harvey's direction. "These weapons are specialized firearms Country A created against martial arts elites. Their bullets are created from toxins that could deal with True Warriors that Grand City has perfected. The ones with weapons are trained elites who with god-like accuracy and an iron will. If all 36 of them pull the trigger at the same time, even a living legend who has reached the level of uniting Man and Nature has to take a step back," Silvan explained calmly.