Zero Point Gravity Gun นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Zane stared up at Jeremy, who had his finger on the trigger, ready to end it all. Jeremy’s lips curled into a sadistic smile as he aimed the gun squarely at Zane’s forehead. Desperation and helplessness consumed Zane as he wondered if this was truly the end for him. He could feel the cold metal of the ground beneath his knees, the weight of the situation pressing on his shoulders. He had been in countless fights and faced death before, but never like this—never so defenseless.

Hudson was standing with his arms crossed, while his brother seemed more focused on his phone than anything else. "All my guns are made from strong grade five steel, and the ammo fits easily. These guns only need to be fired once. Is it better to be feared or to be respected? I think it’s reasonable to want both. Let me show you the silent killer. " I said while taking out a big gun from one of my cases. "This gun has a scope that can see up to eighty meters. It also includes a laser for close-range fighting and can be taken apart into three pieces." I went on, looking through the sight and shooting at the brick wall behind Hudson.

He scrambled forward, passing Zephyr's turret, until he reached the harpoon gun mounted on the front of the tender car. It was a heavy, industrial weapon, designed to fire a massive steel spike trailing a highly conductive, braided titanium cable. The three Goliath walkers loomed ahead, growing larger by the second. Their twin-linked Aether-cannons began to glow with blinding green light, spooling up to fire. *« WARNING: MASSIVE THERMAL SPIKE AHEAD. BRACE FOR IMPACT. »* Helena’s voice shrieked over the external speakers. Tristan strapped himself into the gunner’s seat of the harpoon turret.

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.

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.