Novel & Cerita Simpsons Who Shot Mr Burns Part 1

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

Soon enough, the gang member's body burst into flames, and he cried out as he was burned alive. Mr. Owens gasped at what he saw. The man, Lucius, who looked like an angel, had just killed someone. He hadn't just killed the person either. He had burned him alive. He watched as Lucius just tossed the burnt corpse to the side and clenched his fists a little.

I mean… he didn’t die… but I will be charged of attempted murder, right? Then I will have criminal records? Oops, records remind me. The news will be all over the television. I switched on the television and saw the news. “Mrs. Sullivan shot Mr. Burns in the middle of a party” “Mr. Sullivan shot by Mr. Burns” “Mr. Sullivan and Mr. Burns both in the operation room” But the next news caught my attention. “Mr. Adams went public” Mr. Adams? Chris? Then they started showing Chris… live.

They thought I was finished but that was their mistake. I let them rant, waiting. Then quickly, my hand snapped down to my waist. The backup pistol I had stashed there came free, and before their eyes could even widen, I squeezed the trigger. Bang! Bang! Dean’s chest exploded with red, and he hit the floor instantly.. Dead… Bruno staggered as my second shot caught his gut. He dropped his rifle and fell on his back, gasping with blood pooling fast. He blinked up at me with eyes wide and his lips trembling.

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.

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.

“You’re sick! You think she’ll never realise this later on? Sloane is a smart kid; she’ll find everything out.” “That’s if she even has the memory of it.” He said, chuckling, before pulling out his gun, aiming, and pulling the trigger. He then pulls her bleeding body to where my father, or the person playing him, lies, flicks the lighter on, and throws it on them. The flame catches instantly, burning them. At that moment, Sloane wakes up, looking groggily at the scene. “No! Mom, Dad!” She screams, running over to their bodies.

“What are you talking about? The people responsible have already been locked away!” Shawn’s reply was as cold and unyielding as steel. “They were just scapegoats.” His words cut through Ben’s defenses like a razor-sharp blade, leaving him with no room to hide. Ben was left speechless, his mind racing to form a response, but Greg showed no mercy. His voice was as cold as ice, and without a second thought, he fired a shot into Ben’s leg. The sharp crack of the gunshot echoed throughout the room, its sound hanging heavy in the tense air. “Speak. Now.”

"You need her. She needs you. You two can't be torn apart." "No, you're right." I drew a wicked smile. "We can't be. Yet, we're not scared to die. And just to demonstrate what I mean." I pointed the gun I was holding at her neck, over to the desk and shot off a few bullets to where it then blew up causing Sophie to back up a few feet. With the fire smoldering and popping, I went to my wristband and pushed another button, which caused another round of explosives to go off behind me as it blew a hole in the foundation, and threw the smoke walked in Sam, Lauren, and the others.

I say coldly turning my head to look at Burns as he lingered even closer to Charles who once again didn’t seem too fazed in that moment. “Smith.” Was all I said once Burns didn’t go to stop his journey to Charles, where in an instant just like with Lukas, Smith pulled out his own gun and fired it right at Burns hand who still held the gun, immediately, he drops the gun to the floor and cries in pain as the bullet skimmed his hand. “What the fuck?!” He asked dropping to his knees as his hand began to drip with blood, not enough to kill him but certainly, left him a message to listen to me next time.