Zero Point Gravity Gun Novels & Stories

Defense +10%. [Option B (Perfect)]: Consume Armored Ballistic Steel x100, Precision Electronics x10, Fire Control Chip x1.] [— Unlocks a 25mm heavy chain cannon. Storage expands to 20 cubic meters. Defense increases to 200. Weight increases to 20 tons.] No contest. Jake picked B instantly. A 7.62mm machine gun might work against other players, but against zombies? It'd take multiple shots. He might as well just keep ramming them. And tougher monsters were definitely coming.

Goddamit. I need to purge this feeling. So I went to the only place that'll return my sanity — the shooting range. Caden’s grandfather had built a shooting range underground with a standard soundproof system. Every bodyguard before me had used it. Well, his bodyguards. Caden didn't have any until now. I geared up and swiped a gun from the counter not caring who it belonged to. I needed to purge something. I cocked my gun and aimed. BAM! BAM! BAM!

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.”

Daniel yelled over the deafening roar of the gunfire, dropping the empty RPG tube and racking the slide of a pump-action combat shotgun. Eliana sprinted out from the medical tier, sliding into the dirt beside Patient Zero. She didn't check his vitals; there was no time. She grabbed Baraka by the shoulders of his tactical harness and began dragging his heavy, paralyzed body backward toward the massive iron blast doors. Musa and Jabari, bleeding and broken, were already being hauled away by a team of human medics. Against the wall, Genesis’s white core flared brilliantly. The UN’s ultimate weapon was adapting. It realized that trying to maintain a solid humanoid shape under sustained ballistic

Joan zoomed past and picked up a much larger gun which seemed to scare the shit out of him. "Not that" He chuckled darkly before taking it out of her hands. "I didn't say be a fucking terrorist, That's a 13mm Gyrojet and we don't use that for shooting around here" He croaked and with a shrug of her shoulders, she turned away from him.

The Mechanical Violence of the Deck Ethan didn't use a gun. He used the "Friction" of the environment. He ducked beneath a "High-Frequency" pulse, his "Muscular" arm sweeping a heavy "Zero-Point" fire extinguisher from its rack and hurling it with "Calculating" precision.

Then I snapped off a small belt from a stack at the side and slapped it into my waist. “Activate kinetic forcefield,” I shouted as I lifted my blaster and cocked it. A shimmering blue barrier flickered around me, visible for about half-a-second before vanishing. I took in a deep breath and sighed as I slowly stepped out onto the ramp. The song faded behind me and my feet landed on the snow-blanketed ground. The rocks cracked under my boot and the strong smell of metal and nitrogen hit me, stinging my lungs. The weight of my gun lessened as I slowly stepped away from the ship. The gravity here was lighter than earth’s.

I raised my head just as the first zinc-plated enforcer dropped from the darkness of the ceiling girders. He didn't use a parachute or a cable. He landed directly on the central concrete walkway, his four-toed magnetic claws punching two-inch craters into the solid masonry with a concussive bang that shook the marrow in my shins. His jaw was split wide open, the silver data-ports beneath his zinc teeth spitting a thin stream of blue lubricant as his three-layered blue quartz lens spun wildly inside its socket, trying to lock its tracking solution through the dense, white sulfur smoke.

He gradually gained a foothold in the American underworld with a Thompson submachine gun. The submachine gun, known as the Chicago typewriter, became the spiritual heritage of the Zanos. It was said that until the year before last, this submachine gun was hung in the center of the wall of the main hall of Zano Manor. It was not until the new generation of Zano leaders decided to clean up that the gun was taken down from the wall. However, taking down this gun did not mean that the Zanos’ would retire.

Charles was still stubbornly trapped in his delusions, and he screamed, "Just wait a little more! I have to be right, my superpower lets me see the future!" Having lost her trust in him, Iris shook her hand out of his grip and ran straight out the door. However, the weather outside had already become -94°F, and there was no more electricity and water, much less any transportation, so she had no choice but to return to the Dennings. Sipping another warm cup of milk tea, I activated my generator. Because of the weather, the surveillance footage was cut out more often than not, but I could tell what was going on at their place through the comments in real time.