Lightning Mcqueen Cars 3 Crash の小説・ストーリー

Cetus screamed. His face was red and his eyes bulged in shock and disbelief. “Kaze Lee! Why did you destroy my car!? Are you fucking blind? Can’t you tell that’s not the Koenigsegg?! That’s a fucking Aston Martin! If you are that stupid, at least look at the colors! One is blue, another is silver!” He shouted at Kaze like a madman. He did not expect his car to be destroyed in just a blink of an eye.

Even the door to Jeffrey's own office had been tampered with. No one knew for sure what exactly had been stolen. Jeffrey was livid, immediately demanding a comprehensive review of the security tapes. To his astonishment, the team responsible for the surveillance hesitated, their voices faltering as they confessed, "A recent thunderstorm knocked out the system—the lightning fried the wiring, and now all our security cameras are offline." It turned out the cameras were merely decorative. No one could believe it; a theft occurred precisely when the system was down, sending shockwaves throughout the company.

They got into their car, with Queen sitting in the back while her dad took hold of the wheels, and her mom sat beside him in the passenger seat. Most of their underlings drove behind them as they left for the party. As they got closer to their destination, a big truck drove out from the left side of the road, disregarding the traffic light. It crashed straight into their car, and before Andre could regain control, the truck hit them with so much force that the car somersaulted, taking them toward the hill on the left side. As the car moved downwards, Queen held onto whatever she could, screaming for her life and she could also hear her parents screaming.

"Let's get straight to hands-on practice." In the car, Zach explained the essential features, and Madelyn caught on immediately. As she tried to back out of the garage, she pressed the gas pedal too hard and bumped into the Rolls-Royce Zach often used. A loud crash followed, and they both lurched forward, not having fastened their seatbelts. Just as her forehead was about to hit the steering wheel, Zach's hand protected her. "Ease into the gas," he said. "No need to hurry." Madelyn looked deeply remorseful. "I'm so sorry. I damaged your car," she whispered. She could not afford the repairs.

I told Crystal and she nodded. "Drive safely okay?" She said and pecked my cheeks before walking off. I went to the garage and got into my car and started it before driving out. I noticed that the car was different and the wheels were shaking but I didn't put much thoughts to it. I was still riding on a normal speed when I suddenly saw a trailer coming on the same lane as me and I marched the brake but it was glazed, I kept on hitting it til I almost got to the trailer and when I hit it next, all I heard was a loud bang!

My mind is a jungle of jumbled wires. I look back at William. “Are you okay?” I yell. He nods, barely, and raises a thumbs-up, his eyes still glued close, still crouching low. Lexie steers the car into another highway. We reel towards a tank truck. She swears, wrenches the wheel to the side, slams on the brakes; they screech, sparks flying as the side of the car grazes the huge truck, missing colossal impact by mere millimeters. The armored vehicle behind us is not so fast, and it crashes into the tanker with an ear-splitting boom.

Trent commented. “I don't need any advice from you. You're not even a real alpha.” Jackson sneered. “When I signed on, you promised me more. But since then, all we've done is scare a few wolves and keep yours from leaving. What good is that?” Trent snarled. Suddenly, the four people inside the building heard a loud engine barreling toward them. The crashing of metal and glass soon followed, and the three men ran forward to look out the windows. A Ford F150 pickup truck leaned precariously to the driver's side, while the passenger side was parked on top of Jackson's Mercedes. The roof of the red car was crushed, and the headlights had popped out of their sockets.

Staring into Gerald’s convincing eyes, she could only nod her head. After they had finished packing their items, the three of them went downstairs. Just as they got in the car… A luxurious car suddenly crashed into the streets of Mayberry, followed by three or four commercial vehicles. All of them looked very intimidating. The vehicles loomed into the small neighbourhood, blocking all entrances. Then, Damien, who had his wound now slightly bandaged, was escorted down from his car. Not knowing what order to command, his goons rushed up the stairs. Seeing what was happening outside of her house, Wynn’s face turned pale, and even Gerald was feeling a little scared.

Melanie's eyes flashed with anger, and suddenly she clutched her stomach while exclaiming, "My stomach... Is the baby coming?!" Henry's face twisted in sudden panic, and he swept Melanie into his arms, bolting for the door. As he rushed by, Melanie's hand shot out, gripping my arm with a fierce tug. I stumbled, crashing to the ground as Wren's gasp echoed in my ears. Pain washed over me, turning my face ghostly pale. Wren, shaking, lifted me up, her voice breaking as she called for a doctor. Through the blur, I caught Henry hesitating for a split second, but then, he was gone, not once looking back.

Paying him no attention, I said in a calm but decisive tone, "His car. He did a good job covering it up, but his car gave him away." Marvin's face twisted in an instant as he tensed up noticeably. "What about my car? My car is fine!" I paid him no mind, pointing at the black G900 parked outside the showroom. "It's that one. Check the trunk. Something is leaking out." Everyone turned to look where I was pointing. At the entrance, the brand-new black G900 was there. It had a classy, luxurious shine to it. But along the edge of the trunk lid, there was a streak of dark red.