Ch: 90 [Loan scam]

Ch: 90 [Loan scam]

[A few days later...]

There I was enjoying a nice slice of pizza on the rooftop, overlooking Queens when suddenly, my radio, which was connected to the NYPD scanner crackled to life.

I gulped down my pizza and listened carefully, "We need backup. I repeat, we need backup. Hostage situation in 25th Street. Three armed suspects holding hostages... I repeat... three armed suspects holding hostage..."

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I chugged down the soda and webbed towards 25th Street.

"Police! Drop your weapons and come out with your hands up," A cop yelled outside a bank with his gun aimed toward the entrance.

Oh, man. Cops yelling threats and demands while criminals hiding inside laughing their ass off. I webbed on top of a police car.

"Hey, what's the situation?" I asked the cop near the car.

"Spiderman! We got a hostage situation inside," He informed me. "Three men with handguns. They are telling us that the Bank tried to seize their lands even after they paid their loans with full interest. They claim that the Bank tried to cheat them and steal their properties. So now, they're taking hostages inside."

"Hmm... Land fraud huh? Interesting..." I mumbled.

"What? Did you say something?" The cop asked.

"Nothing... Leave this to me. I'll handle this..." I jumped off from the car's roof and walked towards the bank.

I opened the door and walked inside the building and saw three old men pointing guns at the lady behind the counter. I mean, damn! They look like 70, maybe 80 years old. Two of them are in wheelchairs! I really wanted to laugh, no offense, but if they fall they will die or maybe just die from the recoil of those old war pistols and they are taking hostages using guns! They are using old war pistols... Veterans!

"Freeze!" The three grandpas noticed me and pointed their guns at me.

"Whoa! You three are war veterans?" I asked as I slowly walked toward them with my arms raised up.

One of them frowned, "What the hell are you talking about kid? Put your hands up where I can see them!" He shouted, waving his gun at me.

"Alright, alright... Calm down pops..." I continued to walk toward them, "Why are you pointing guns at that poor lady? She's just following her orders and doing her job. I'm sure as someone who fought in the war can understand how that is, right? You'll gain nothing by taking her hostage. So, how about you tell me your problem and I'll try to create the best possible outcome for us all, yeah?"

"Best possible outcome? Boy, do you think we are dumb? Stop walking and stand there!" Another grandpa shouted.

I stopped walking and stood where I was, "See, I stopped walking... Now, talk to me pops... Tell me your problems, I'll listen."

The third grandpa chuckled hearing me. "Listen, boy, they tried to scam us. We paid everything with interest and now after three months they came to our old age home and wanted to seize it as their property. No way in hell we are going to let that happen. We fought with our lives on the front lines, and these young punks dare to treat us like this? Hell no!"

"And this is the best you could do? Show me the papers," I asked calmly.

"Show you the papers? Boy, don't try to act smart here. We risked our lives for this country. How could they do this to us veterans? Can't you understand our pain kid? The people we fought for are now trying to scam us over. You think you are any better...? Running around without any care in the world in your stupid ass costume, trying to be a hero wannabe. You think you are better than us? Huh?!" The grandpa in the wheelchair scolded me as he leaned forward and squinted his eyes.

As I was swinging toward the law office, I was listening to the police radio. There's been a theft in the central museum. They brought in an ancient painting last week for a temporary exhibition and someone stole it. From what the witnesses said, they described the thief as a woman wearing black leather clothes and a black mask.

Felicia Hardy aka Black Cat...

She's been quiet for the last few months. I was wondering where could she be without trying to steal or creating a menace in the city. It would seem, she's back stealing stuff. Well, good for me. She saved me some trouble last time. This time, I'll save her some trouble by catching her and having a little chat with her regarding stealing stuff.

I webbed toward Nelson and Murdock Law Office and entered through Matt's office window.

Matt turned his head toward me as I entered his office, "There's a door, you know..." He stated flatly as he continued reading his files.

"Yeah, I know. But doors are boring..." I replied nonchalantly as I placed the file on his table. "I'll be hiring you for this case."

Matt raised his brow, "You know, it's kinda weird for us doing what we do. How many people do you think you can help with the money from your pocket?"

I shrugged, "Not enough... Besides, it's not about helping them. It's about teaching these corporate assholes a lesson for messing with the elderly veterans."

"Hmm... I see..." He just gave a nod with a smile. "So, when are you going to tell me how you found out my identity?"

"Soon..." I webbed out of the window.

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