Spider-man Jail の小説・ストーリー

Lucas let Spider lead to the way to where his special prisoner was being kept. Spider could feel the dangerous aura Lucas emitted and he could tell it was going to be a long and painful night for the man they had captured. What Kiandra had seen back there was only a glimpse of how dangerous Lucas really was. When Spider got to the room where the prisoner was being kept captive, he opened the door for Lucas and he entered. He found a familiar old man tied to a chair in the middle of the empty room. Upon hearing the door open, the man raised his head up and his eyes widened in horror upon seeing Lucas Valencia standing in front of him. How was this possible?

one of the hoodies asked Bernard as he got out of the car. “No, not good. Those handcuffs are tight. - Sorry sir. I will release you. said the same man who had handcuffed him at home, taking the key from his pocket and freeing his hands. “We had to look authentic until backup showed up. "Why the fuck did it take so long?" Jenks? Jenks? Bernard yelled. The hooded man in red stood in front of him and showed his face. “Riding your bar is costing me too much, my friend. I lost my cover at the New Jersey branch so I could get you out of jail.

The Police arrested James Belgenza, Aidan Caesar, Mars King, and Jayden Lin at a New York police station from their Harlem apartment. The Police, ambulance, FBI, and fire department rushed into the building and found some people inside the basement. They detained them for a charge of gang war involving James and his mates and their two personal assistants, Kazuya Han and Grey Hunter. The reporters persisted in following them to the police station, especially since the suspects were high-rank of businessmen.

he said “Spider has been arrested. He placed the substance in your bag. We will all be meeting in court a few days from now” she said “Julie!” He called in amazement “I can’t believe you tried to conceal it all from me. Eden, you knew Spider was behind everything but you hid it from us” she said in a rather high tone He kept silent and his gaze lowered to the floor “You never wanted him to be involved right? Because you’ve made up your mind to go to prison” she said soberly

I'm still in denial, there would always be a part of my being that would never accept the reality of me becoming a murderer. I groaned in frustrations, I had been trying the hardest to fall asleep but it wouldn't grace me. I tucked away my hands behind my head as I fixed myself in the springy mattress, trying hard not to make unnecessary noises and wake up the other occupants of the small room. It was hard though. Sighing, I resorted at looking the spider webs that elaborately adorned one corner of the cell. I felt oblivious, making plans how to remove each of them. Growing frustrated with too much thinking, I closed my eyes. It was gritty and papery behind the lids. A reminder that sleep wa

The chains weighed me down, making me feel very immobile. Damien's orders, I assumed, I bet. The man tightened the chain around my neck until it was choking me, then forcefully tugged me forward, and I stumbled forward with him. Each time the man's fingers tugged my neck, the metal would burn into my skin. And I ask myself, when did I go from a mafia princess to a slave I had read about in history books? I was one of those people who had no freedom. No rights. No humanity. That was exactly what I had become. As I was brought out of the church, I glanced back to look at the sky above me.

"I don't have to remind you what's happening to your stepson! Were you able to meet him?" Amelia's ears turned pink as she gulped. Max was in jail. His father tried to get him out on bail but he was unsuccessful. Turns out Kyle Panther has every Police officer in the department licking his feet. Not just them, the entire system worked according to his wish. They wouldn't even let them meet Max. And from what they heard, he was being tortured brutally along with those men that helped him kidnap Jasmine Panther.

But we refused to back down, determined to bring Jenkins to justice. Finally, after what felt like an hour, we managed to overpower Jenkins and his men. We arrested him, and I turned my attention to Mr. Jones, who was being held captive in a nearby cell. I rushed to the cell, my keys jangling in the lock. "Mr. Jones! Mr. Jones!" I called out, and he quickly crawled to the door. "We've got you," I said as the door swung open. Mr. Jones tumbled out of the cell, his eyes sunken and his face pale.

I pushed off the wall and headed towards the door. "On it," Spider said, already pulling out his laptop. Drifter cracked his knuckles. "I'll make the call. Let's hope our contact is in a good mood." As I stepped out of the office, the air in the hallway felt colder and more foreboding. The pit awaited and the captive downstairs was about to face the darkest side of me. I made my way through the clubhouse, ignoring the curious glances and whispers. I descended the stairs to the pit When I reached the bottom, the door creaked open, revealing the man still chained to the chair, looking more desperate than ever.

The other day, when she was dancing with the man in the auction, he told her that American mafia families are feeling threatened by Egon's expansion and are planning to clip his wings. She knew that if Spider went to America, then mafia families would get alerted, and there were only a few chances that he would come back alive. Chances were low, but she tried it, and her dart hit the board. Spider is killed by the American mafia, but she doesn't know which family has killed him. Her predictions and decisions hardly go wrong; people fear her because she is dangerous even when she doesn't have power, and she proved why they are right. Why would anyone who is in their right mind mess with her?