Which One Is Lock Shock And Barrel Novels & Stories

one of the men said. Another chimed in, “What do we do, Boss?” Sharko stopped and dropped the steel bar. It clanged on the concrete like a warning bell. He raked his fingers through his hair, then gripped it tight, his shoulders hunched, head low like a bull about to charge. And then he exploded, his veins were bulging. “Fuuckkkk!” he roared. After a tense moment, Sharko cooled off just enough to scan the base, his chest still heaving.

I felt like I had nothing left to lose. I lifted my trembling arm and examined the shackle that bound me. It was old, showing signs of wear and tear with its rusty, chipped surface and orange erosion. On top, there was a keyhole with an unusual shape. Unlike the typical slit found in a door handle or locker, it was circular with a jagged pattern inside. As I stared at it, the jagged design began to feel oddly familiar, stirring a sense of recognition within me.

Sparrow grinned, fed the specially programmed strip of "live" metal into the appropriate slot, and waited for the device to figure out which of the more than one hundred thousand possible shapes programmed into its memory would handle this particular lock. He had won the tool in a poker game, and used it ever since. Less than three seconds had elapsed when Marco heard a decisive click, saw the noncom turn the handle, and watched the door swing open.

He knew he had to act swiftly and cautiously if he wanted to seize this opportunity. Examining the lock, Caleb noticed it was an old-fashioned, key-operated mechanism. His mind raced as he recalled any knowledge of lock-picking he had acquired over the years. With a surge of determination, he reached into his pocket and retrieved a small, hidden tool—a skill he had acquired during his time in the shadows. Carefully inserting the tool into the lock, Caleb began to manipulate the mechanism, his hands steady despite the adrenaline coursing through his veins. Each movement was calculated and precise, his focus unwavering. After a few tense moments, a satisfying click resonated through the air, i

He turned and barked frantically at a pile of construction debris nearby. I followed his gaze. A rusted crowbar. I lunged for it, grabbed it, and jammed it into the lock. “Ahhh!” I roared, pouring every ounce of fear and desperation into it. Crack! The lock snapped. The metal door screeched open. I shoved it wide and stumbled onto the rooftop with Duke. Then slammed it shut behind me. I jammed the crowbar through the handle. Boom! Something slammed into the door. The dull, heavy sound of a skull hitting metal.

“Sometimes in stressful situations, it’s best if we—” A boom had half the people in the shop screaming their heads off. They ducked, most of them reaching for their phones. Mrs. Locke got behind me and the bags slipped from my hand. I knew that sound. I knew it better than I knew any sound in the world. I’d heard it more than lullabies. A gunshot.

Just like Corel said, I found the rose shaped broach. ‘Don’t think that I have forgiven you just because I helped.’ Corel grumbled. ‘I just don’t want to remain stuck in such a dingy place.’ Biting the pin with my teeth, I stretched it out and twisted it so that it formed a small loop at the end. Reaching through the bars, I thrust it into the hole, twisting and turning it to unlock the six-level levers inside. ‘Watching those lock picking challenges finally paid off.’ Corel commented as there was a familiar click and the lock dropped to the ground. ‘Now, hurry, let us get the hell out of here before those goons arrive.’

"You invented weapons?" "Yes. Pistols to be specific." He pulled out a pistol from his belt that looked quite unique. "This is my latest invention." He held out the flintlock and she took it to investigate what could be unique about it. It was lighter than the usual ones, but she guessed that it was the lock technique that was different. "What is different about this flintlock?" "This I call the snakelock. Everything is mechanical and it doesn't need to be filled with anything but bullets. The barrel rotates automatically, making firing several bullets after another faster."

"He only took off one lock. Maybe you should ask what's going on? To be honest, I've been driving ambulances for over ten years, and this is the first time I've seen anything like this." My gaze had just landed on Jake when he grinned at me. "I forgot to mention earlier, Mitch. It's 200 dollars per clamp. There are four clamps here, so you didn't pay enough." My anger instantly flared up. I jumped out of the ambulance and stormed over to him. "Have you lost your mind? 200 dollars per lock? Why don't you just go rob people instead? If something happens to Mom, I won't let you off the hook! Hurry up and unlock them now!"

"No need for a matchstick to light it... The convenience is incredible. With this, we can establish an elite shooting unit and even an ambush unit. With such a godly weapon in hand, what can we possibly fear?" He held the matchlock and hugged it, laughing and crying all at once. "To put it bluntly, the one at home would be considered a concubine next to this! Why not take a concubine? Do you think I'm afraid of the one at home? No, I always have a special place in my heart reserved for my true first wife—this six-barrel matchlock!" Rafael laughed. "The six-barrel matchlock is your one true wife? Then, what about the ten-barrel matchlock? The cannon?"