BLUE PROSES

I HAVE BULLETS FOR YOU

I Have Bullets For You(photo credits to the owner)I have a caliber forty-five with the speed of approximately eight hundred thirty feet per second when fired from the government issue M1911A1 pistol and approximately nine hundred fifty feet per second from the M1A1 Thompson submachine gun. I don't have much of a knowledge in terms of pistols and secondary guns but I know how to shoot them using the left mouse button when I play Valorant's first round of spike rush or plant and defuse. I've been killing terrorists on Crossfire using the tiger-dessert eagle using my gold bar account that I've been accessing since childhood. I can even kill four enemies consecutively using micro-galil silencer that I won from the GP lotto. But, why do we kill terrorists?Why do we kill them if all they just want is space? Why don't we just give it to them if we're not using it anyway? I get it. We fight for the rights that we have. But~ I bet not all rights are right. Lol. You've been firing overpowered machine gun to the people who just use knives to win the battle. How is your god fair? So many people die every night in incognito, some people with a gun in their hands uses every bullet to take advantage to the bare handeds, killing them silently using the quietest pistol suppressor, Obsidian forty five. You know what? If I still have the guns with me, I will take all bullets and kill the worst person ever lived, twice. Not to be overentitled but I can kill this devil in public. I don't have to corner this devil because it goes everywhere. When I have the perfect timing, I will, as quick as flash, get the caliber 45 from my leather, manly sling bag, put my pointing finger between the trigger and I will say, with full authority, "The bullet of this gun fires at eight hundred fifty feet per second, faster than the speed of sound. So if I shoot it in you in the head, you won't hear the bullet that killed you". Not every man wants to be a soldier. But if I will be considered as one, just to kill this demon, I'm willing to drag my own race. If you keep on blocking my way, or set my rules awash, don't worry. I have a lot of metaphorical bullets left for you. Don't worry with the cops. They're with me. They are in favor~ of me. Because sometimes, the good people~ are the ones behind the trigger.