Chapter 50: The Slums (4)

Arriving at the their territory, my heart pounded with anticipation. Looking around, I saw a sprawling area that felt like it came straight out of a 1950s military base, complete with high walls and guarded entrances. The vibe was tense, like there were secrets lurking in every corner.

As I focused on my surroundings, my senses sharpened. Amidst the multitude of chi signatures, one stood out, vaguely familiar, like a distant memory. It was Mark and Emily! Relief flooded through me, it was short-lived as another chi signature registered, weak and fading fast. Someone was dying. 

Feeling a rush of urgency, I hurried through these territory, my heart racing with each step. Time was of the essence as I go through this maze-like area. Losing another person was not an option.

Meanwhile (Jon Jackson Side)

Boss Jon's arrival at the destination signaled a shift in the atmosphere. With authority in his voice, he instructed Anton and the other henchmen to retrieve the Vibranium and escort Chris Hilton to where his father, Conrad Hilton, was being held captive.

"Get that boy to his father and secure the Vibranium from that room," Boss Jon ordered firmly, leaving no room for debate.

"Yes, boss," Anton replied obediently, his eyes darting around the room to gauge the seriousness of the task.

"Understood," the other henchmen chorused in unison, their movements quick and efficient as they prepared to carry out their orders.

"Good. Now, I must attend to the other wealthy captives," Boss Jon declared, his demeanor commanding as he prepared to depart.

"Of course, boss," the henchmen responded in unison, their allegiance unwavering as they awaited further instructions.

As Boss Jon made his way through their base, his mind focused on the tasks at hand. He had important orders to deliver and valuable resources to secure. But as he rounded a corner, his attention was abruptly diverted by a horrifying sight.

There, sprawled on the ground before him, lay a woman in her late thirties, her body brutally mutilated. Bones protruded from her torn flesh, blood staining her clothes and pooling around her. Her face was in agony, disfigured beyond recognition.

Boss Jon's shock quickly transformed into rage as he beheld the gruesome sight before him. "What the hell are you doing, George?!" he roared, his voice echoing through the room with fury and disbelief.

As Boss Jon stepped into view, everyone snapped to attention. His stern expression and piercing gaze made it clear that he meant business. The henchmen straightened up right away, feeling a wave of discomfort wash over them.

Boss Jon, a strong and serious man with the clear look of an African American, stood tall and imposing. Just his presence made people respect him, and his steady gaze made anyone who met his eyes feel uneasy.

George, the perpetrator of the gruesome scene, turned towards Boss Jon with a twisted grin, his eyes gleaming with malice. "Just having a bit of fun, boss," he replied nonchalantly, as if the sight of the woman's suffering was merely a source of amusement. 

As Boss Jon entered the room, a wave of fear washed over the captives. They shared anxious looks, their eyes widening with dread as they prepared for the worst. The atmosphere crackled with tension as they waited for Boss Jon to speak, each heartbeat echoing the uncertainty that gripped them all.

"Boss Jon's anger boiled quietly as he looked around the room. His jaw clenched tightly as he struggled to contain his anger. "Fun?!" he thundered, his voice booming through the room like a clap of thunder. "This is not a joke, George. We're running an operation here, and I told you the rules, didn't I? I made it clear from the beginning that these children cannot see the messed-up stuff we're doing to their folks. Was that not clear enough for you?"

George's confident smirk faded as Boss Jon's stern stare bore down on him, his cocky demeanor crumbling under the weight of his boss's anger. "I... I thought we could just, you know, have some fun," he stuttered, his voice losing its earlier bravado.

"Fun, is this fun to you?" Boss Jon's voice was low and dangerous as he aimed his gun at George's head.

"Lo siento, jefe," George muttered, his voice trembling with fear and regret as he apologized in Spanish.

"Muere," Jon spat out in Spanish, his tone icy with fury and contempt, before pulling the trigger.

As Jon pulled the trigger, a loud bang filled the room, echoing off the walls with a chilling finality. George's eyes widened in disbelief as the bullet tore through his skull, blood and brain matter spraying outward in a gruesome arc. With a violent twitch, his body collapsed to the ground, lifeless and silent.

The henchmen froze, their faces showing shock at the sudden and violent turn of events. Some stepped back, eyes wide in disbelief, while others exchanged uncertain looks, unsure how to respond to their boss's unexpected brutality. The room filled with tension as they tried to make sense of the gruesome scene, the smell of gunpowder mixing with the metallic scent of blood in the air.

Meanwhile, the captives watched in stunned silence, their faces pale with shock and horror at the violent spectacle before them. Some gasped audibly, while others turned away, unable to stomach the sight of George's lifeless body slumped on the ground. Elizabeth's hands shook uncontrollably as she gripped the bars of her hand, her heart pounding in her chest at the sudden eruption of violence in their midst.

Mark Fletcher's eyes widened in disbelief as he watched George fall, his mind struggling to comprehend the brutality of the scene. Emily Hawkins squeezed her eyes shut, her hands trembling with shock and fear as she struggled to block out the gruesome scene unfolding before her. Despite her restraints, her body tensed up involuntarily, a silent testament to the horror she was witnessing. Gary and Sharon Hawkins exchanged a horrified glance, their movements restricted by the handcuffs that bound them, leaving them feeling helpless in the face of the unfolding chaos.

Suddenly, smoke filled the room, creating confusion and chaos. From within the haze, a shadowy figure appeared, swiftly taking down each henchman with precise strikes. The captives, unable to see clearly through the smoke, watched in astonishment as their attackers fell one by one. They were filled with awe and disbelief, unsure of who or what was coming to their rescue.

As the smoke faded away, a person stepped forward, dressed in a cool black outfit with a blue spider logo on the chest. The eyes of the mask shone brightly in blue, showing his resolve and power. It was Spider-Man.

To be continued