types of guns

In the streets below, he saw that New York was mobilizing for a fantastic pursuit. From all directions, police cars raced toward the hotel, their sirens screaming for clear traffic lanes. A hundred police nightsticks rapped the pavements and aroused a hundred more. Driscoll could only hope that even far south on Centre Street a dozen motorcycle cops, with tommy guns, were careening out of headquarters, and that in their wake rolled a squadron of the department’s cars.
…
Denham stopped short and, lifting his clenched fists, let loose a torrent of profanity. One of the policemen hiked up his coattail and hauled out a revolver, his eyes darting feverishly as if he expected Kong to materialize out of thin air. The police radio cars screeched in six at a time in the cleared lanes.
Denham ran dry at last. “Which way did he take her, Jack? Did you see?”
“No, but he shouldn’t be hard to—look!” yelled Driscoll.
The packed throng turned as one as Kong appeared two blocks down, swiping a mighty arm at an automobile. It went tumbling, its shattering windows reflecting the red and blue glare of a neon sign.
“Ann!” cried Jack, as he could see the white patch of her form in the crook of Kong’s left arm. The policemen fired their revolvers.
“Stop, you idiots!” thundered Denham. “He’s holding a woman! You’re going to hit her!”


Merian C. Cooper's King Kong, Chapter 22