Novel & Cerita Simpsons Who Shot Mr Burns Part 1

“This is the problem with you, Matteo. The bastard son who thinks he can run around doing whatever the fuck he wants. Acting on impulse. Thinking with his dick instead of his head. You’re going to get all of us killed over some worthless pussy that…” The gunshot exploded through the room before he could finish the sentence. I had drawn my gun in one smooth motion. The bullet went straight through Rossi’s forehead. His head snapped back, then slumped forward onto the polished table. Dark red blood spread quickly across the wood, dripping onto the floor. Dead silence fell over the room. The other two associates froze, their hands hovering near their jackets but not daring to move further. Vinc

Burney took my hand in his as I steadied my breathing. "What did you say his injuries were?" "I didn't," Ronnie said, her voice getting a stony edge to it. He reached through the window and lifted the blanket off Mike. "Mother fu-" I screamed and Burney slammed his weight into me, shielding me from the shots aimed at Ronnie's chest. "Scorchers!" the officer yelled, putting his last two bullets through Mike's head. He sheathed his empty gun, exchanging it for the other as he grabbed Burney's door handle.

The woman said Simon wasn’t saying a word. He gave some thought to what he saw in the video. The gunshot didn’t kill the man.

Alex understood Big Ken’s mood and nodded as he said, "Just now, I was prepared to shoot, but I was aiming for it to not hit the bones. Instead, it’ll only pierce a little skin, creating the illusion of a crippled arm. I'm not worried about getting a little injury. What I was really worried about at the time was if I crippled my arm, he’d still continue to make demands...Forget it, it's over now, so let’s not dwell on it. It's time to ask Captain Simpson to deal with the aftermath."

"Code 10–45. We need an ambulance. Thirty five, Simpson Street, Block six. Code 10–45. I repeat, we need an ambulance. A man is down with two bullets to his chest." It was all happening in slow motion. It had all happened in slow motion. His fingers pulling the trigger. The bullets traveling into his chest, the scampering from Sam to get in front of her, her deafening screams, the sound of the gun dropping to the ground, and the fulfilled laugh that followed afterwards.

They shout for Syd, the first guy steps on the wire and there’s a moment before it goes off, Sansom blurs out the front door again with one other person following on his heels. The other two are staring at the wire, and not moving. Idiots, the faster one gets blasted in the back, and thrown forwards out of frame. The other two are splattered all over the walls, there was no recovering from that. It’s a much bigger explosion than he’d thought it would be. Sansom comes back into frame to look inside again.

Sandro’s eyes widened, Gina who was silent for a while watching the show before, gasped looking at the horrendous scene. Sandro’s men couldn't believe what they were seeing. A man was set on fire as he ran towards them, Screaming. As he neared them, Gina slid back screaming and Sandro too jumped aside. The burning man came to halt when a bullet passed through his skull and he fell on the floor with a thud. Another man came running inside, injured and horrified. “Capo, The Bonkers is here. He…” Before he could speak further a bullet passed through his chest from behind and he also joined his burning buddy. Pin drop silence prevailed around as Everyone witnessed the gruesome scene with frozen

I can see he is confused and processing. 20 Seconds. I take a step towards him and he flinches. Then a gunshot and Sophia screams.

Vincent POV “I’ll make it simple for you. One or two. Pick one.” The man holding the gun smirked. “We don’t have all day.” I turned to my father. Fear was clawing inside me. He would stop this. He had to stop this. But then, he spoke. “One.” And in that moment, my world burned. BAM! The gunshot rang through my head, yanking me out of the nightmare I had seen a thousand times. The soft breath against my naked chest made me feel relaxed and warm.

There, huddled against the wall, was Sylvia, her expression a mixture of fear and relief as she saw him. “Stephan!” she cried, and in that moment, everything else faded away. Dave pushed the wheelchair into the dark alley, unwavering in his resolve. The air was thick with tension, and even in the shadows, Stephan’s sharp eyes caught sight of a menacing figure pointing a gun at someone. Dave’s eyes widened in alarm, and without a moment’s hesitation, he drew his own weapon. A shot rang out, and the bullet struck the man squarely in the shoulder. He staggered backward, dropping the gun as he fell, the combination of Dave’s shot and Sylvia’s earlier stab wound leaving him incapacitated.