Novel & Cerita Simpsons Who Shot Mr Burns Part 1

"You're the one who betrayed me, Maya. YOU!! You turned your back on me—on everything we built. You’re no better than the rest of them!" Before I could respond, there was a flash of movement behind her, and I saw Logan, his rifle raised, his eyes locked on Ben, who had just emerged from the shadows, weapon drawn. My heart lurched in my chest, panic rising like bile in my throat. "BEN!" I shouted, but it was too late. Logan fired. The shot rang out, and everything seemed to slow. Ben staggered, his eyes wide with shock as blood blossomed across his chest. He fell to the ground, gasping for breath, his hand clutching the wound as crimson stained the dirt beneath him.

She hadn't noticed that her tears were falling now. I pulled the safety trigger and fired, hitting him instantly in the right shoulder. The man dropped his gun on the ground as she walked angrily towards him and she recognized him at once that it was Simon! "if ...." She said as she pointed her gun at him and saw Simon in front of her falling to his knees! Did you enjoy hurting me?! And making me feel helpless?! You slapped me mercilessly as if you did nothing!! Did you also burn down the restaurant?! " Simon looked up at her and on his features a look of disappointment and guilt and that he was the perpetrator!

Carys emerged into the frame from behind him, her eyes filled with horror as she peered at her father. Even in the confused state, relief washed over me when I saw her alive. Beta Logan looked right into my eyes through the camera, pointed the gun at the cameraman, and shot until all I could see on the phone were glitches and cracking pixels. “I-I… I don’t… understand…”

Since she was a useless woman and he could not wait to kill her to take revenge, then it would be best for him to just end her miserable life! “Three…” As the final word was uttered, he cocked the gun in his hand! Bang! The sound of a gunshot went off, shocking all the guests at the scene so much that they all covered their heads and hid behind the chairs. Tammy jumped. She stared unblinkingly at Sharon. Was she dead? No one saw what the expression on Simon’s face was like at the moment of the gunshot. Currently, his expression was still grim and scarily calm. Everyone thought that Trevor had fired the shot and killed Sharon.

Vin’s POV I was standing behind Emma the whole time, all of a sudden I saw that he was uneasy, then I followed the direction of his eye, I saw what going on, I quickly pushed the sheriff out of the bullet direction as everyone ducked, the bullet hit and penetrated the wall. The next bullet got the sheriff. Meanwhile, the man was shot, we quickly rushed towards that direction in hot pursuit of the criminal. Emma’s POV “That’s Tanner the culprit of Max’s murder!”

Time skips fastly Right now evan and bennett was coming home from his office and sitting in his car, just then someone came in front of his car and fell down, driver stops the car and gets out from the car to check the person Driver saw one man was lying unconscious and told evan about this, evan and bennett came out from the car and looks at the man He both about to pick that guy just then they heard the sound of a gunshot Bennett looked at evan and realized someone shot on evan hand he turned his face and saw someone about to shoot in evan chest just then Bennett came in front of evan and gun shot hits in Bennett chest. Evan shouts and says bennett. How was the chapter guys? Did you all ex

“You’ve burned too many bridges. And now I’m bleeding for it. My drug channels are crumbling. My men are scrambling. All because you kept digging.” She didn’t back down. “Good. Let it all burn.” He tilted his head, amused and almost pitying. “You’re brave,” he said. “Stupid—but brave.” Then I saw it. The gun. He lifted it slowly. My heart skipped. “You should’ve stayed out of this, Susan.” She didn’t scream. Didn’t move. But I did. I fired. The shot echoed like thunder. Artemis roared in pain as the bullet ripped through his wrist, the gun clattering to the ground.

“Who shot it?” Little Bob pointed at Mike without hesitation. Mike looked at Bob, then at Wren, with a look of panic on his face. Little Bob was trying his best not to laugh. “Why didn’t you shoot it more?” Wren asked Mike. “What?” Mike asked, surprised. “Why did you only shoot it that many times? Most people would have kept shooting until they were out of bullets,” Wren said. “I only fired until it stopped moving. I thought if it wasn’t moving, it was most likely dead and no longer a threat,” Mike said, trying to sound calm and professional.

My heart broke in pieces just looking at him while he seemed so helpless, so pale, like he could just pass out anytime soon. The room still spun with smoke, thick and suffocating, the scent of burnt wood and fabric searing my lungs. My mind barely registered what had just happened—one moment, Whitney had the gun, poised and ready to pull the trigger again to finally end me, and the next… Simon or Owen had her on the floor with one hard, precise swing. I didn’t have the luxury to process. I stumbled forward, practically choking on my own panic, and shouted, “Don’t just stand there! Vincent—help him! Please!”

Sarah shouted. But we had underestimated Marcus. His eyes lit up with a disturbing joy at seeing his daughter. In that split second, he threw a knife poised dangerously on Sarah's shoulder! My teeth clenched as I took aim and fired my gun. The bullet struck Marcus in his side, but he didn't even flinch.