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If he'll not open his mouth in the next 5 min then I'm in and I'll take control over. "Fine.Seems like he doesn't love you woman. I want her to be awake and Junaibar watch as she does painfully." And with that, her men dumped a bucket of hot steamy water over the Junaibar's bitch. The blood mixed with water flowed like a red shower. Soon the bitch started sobbing hard trying to reach out to her lover. Still no response. Sighing, she fired at the lady's left leg and started pouring hot water down onto the bullet wound slicing it with just hot drizzling water. Merciless.

Dad grabbed the nurse, throwing her out of the room alongside himself. "Well-done, Emily, you have accomplished your mission." A sinister scent emerged, a wicked laugh echoing across the room. The once blue sky was now a mixture of black and white with the moon reflecting its radiant image. Wails filled the air as a ray of light fell from the sky, hitting a mountain on the other side of town. I groaned, wincing as my hand was scorched by the flaming book. The pages settled, words in red appearing on the pages. "Strigoi, Nosferatu, Jiangshi…"

“Dain’s desperate, and Holly’s smart. They won’t just run without a safety net, and if they are meeting someone, then information must be out that we are after them and they needed help.” Finn’s earpiece crackled to life, and we all froze. “Sir,” the operative’s voice was strained. “We’ve got movement near the warehouse. Multiple vehicles just arrived.” My jaw tightened. “What kind of vehicles, “Black SUVs. They’re armed. Yes, it's who you're guessing. It’s the Black Bullet Clan.” A chill ran down my spine. “Pull back immediately. Don’t engage until reinforcements arrive.” Those bastards kill on sight; that has been their slogan: "Black bullet: the bullet was for death, not to be missed.

Frank showed her the bullet, which was the size of an entire finger, leaving her heart pounding. If Frank was not powerful enough to catch bullets, she would be dead! "Thank you so much…" She heaved. "That would have torn me in half if not for you." Frank nodded. "You're right about that. This bullet is used for anti-material rifles—even a car would blow up from that!" He then turned to Jada and the Ghostly Six, ordering them to protect Myra and Janice before leaping out of the window, crashing through the glance. The black-clad man on a distant rooftop was furious to see that his bullet had missed. Convinced that Frank was just lucky to catch it, he stayed and took aim again, firing at Fran

"It was for nothing." "Not exactly," I countered. "Black had a misfortune today. Or two. You made sure he lost more than a little blood. He’s going to be needing a dentist before he can even think about his next business meeting." River laughed, even if it was a small smile. Rain smiled—a sad smile. I looked closer at the wound. The bullet was still tucked deep inside the muscle of his arm. I looked Rain in the eye. "This is going to hurt. I have to get the bullet out now."

He even gives himself time to relax and take advantage of the luxurious service of the hotel instead of leaving back to the agency. I see him send a text to William, surely to tell him that the mission was a success. I dim the lights and close my eyes. “Our team took care of the cameras.” he suddenly speaks. “They deleted the footage.” I don’t know what I’m the most confused about; the fact that the Bullet Agency has the power to control a famous hotel’s CCTV or the fact that the Black Tiger doesn't want me to worry. I don’t say anything, I just smile and sleep.

Elizabeth " Black, black, black ace, have you any bullets? 🎶 Yes I, Yes I, Yes I do. 🎶 One for the joker, one for Queen, and one for the little diamond that just got his b--tt kicked. 🎶. (clicks gun) Standing above Diamond with a cruel smile and a wild look in her eyes, Elizabeth finally pulled the trigger, shooting down at her teammate. She laughed wickedly as she continued to fire the gun unstop. After firing 12 rounds of bullets, the barrel was empty and the bloody massacre was finally over. Seeing that her work was done, Elizabeth continued to laugh hysterically under the bright moon light. As soon as she was done, she gathered all 3 bodies of her dead teammates inside the car she cam

The SUV growled as it tore down the midnight streets of the city, its windows tinted, its driver silent. Bain Blackwood sat in the back seat, a storm barely contained beneath his skin. His eyes burned with fury, his hand resting on the pistol strapped to his thigh—not because he needed it, but because control was becoming a fragile thing. The massacre had happened less than an hour ago. One of his oldest markets—gone. Burned. Every man inside executed. It wasn’t just a message.

I thought I heard him break in tears, but I wasn't sure. And without warning, I heard him shout by my ear, 'look out!',taking my arm and tried pulling me aside. Just as I turned my head to see the reason behind his outburst, it was too late to 'look out'. A burning, exasperating pain suddenly shot at my chest. I felt the bullet hiking, searching for its way up my heart. I did feel my disturbed vessels widening as the bullet dug it's way through and I just wished to pass out to avoid the pain. Again, running was the easiest route to take to avoid my afflictions. I guess my foster parents' shared look of 'bad luck' came to pass. Breaking a glass proved to be fatal.

For the first time all night, hope broke through the crushing fear in my chest. But Calvin wasn’t finished. His eyes darted between us, wild and frantic, as if trying to calculate a way out. “I can’t leave any trace,” he hissed. “I’ll finish this now. All of you.” The gun swung toward me, and my breath caught. “CALVIN, DROP IT!” The police advanced, weapons trained, voices echoing. Blackwood’s body moved instinctively, positioning himself in front of me even from across the clearing, as though he could shield me from a bullet with sheer force of will. His eyes locked on mine, blazing with an intensity that anchored me even as the world spun.