Marvel: I have conceptual skills!

[Note: The previous chapter was posted in the wrong place at the beginning. I had no choice but to add an extra chapter after Chapter 152 of Volume . It has little to do with the plot. If you are interested, you can take a look. ]

100% bare-handed catching of a blade? This skill sounds very interesting.

Delighted and curious, Charlotte immediately changed his skill card, raised his palm and slapped it forward.

I felt an unknown resistance between my hands, which prevented them from closing.

Not far away, an AK was summoned and flew straight towards Charlotte's hands.

The AK wasn't flying very fast, but the shoulder straps at the back were still dragging its owner, who was struggling desperately to escape.

As the terrorist screamed at the top of his lungs, his face and neck turned red from the straps. He used up all his strength, but finally fell into Charlotte's clutches.

With his hands clasped together, he perfectly clamped the terrorist's weapon. Charlotte smiled at the frightened terrorist, picked up the AK, turned the gun around and pointed it at him.

bang——

A bullet pierced the terrorist's desperate head at close range, and made a smooth arc, allowing the shot to successfully hit two headshots.

If one weapon is fine, what about a bunch of weapons?

Without hesitation, Charlotte slapped his palm forward again, and it worked! This time, the barrier between the two palms was a long distance away.

All the weapons in Charlotte's sight were summoned, whether it was rifles, pistols, grenades or daggers, they all flew towards Charlotte.

Some of them even carry their owners with them.

There was a burst of screaming sounds coming from all over the place.

The smart people had already taken off their weapons and ran deep into the cave, while more unfortunate people were dragged by the weapons all the way to Charlotte.

This time, Charlotte discovered something very interesting, that is, the farther the distance of the weapon, the faster it will fly.

A dagger from the deepest part of the cave pierced through the three people with great force, and first hovered in the middle of Charlotte's palm.

Then, one weapon after another was put back in place. Charlotte loosened his hands and caught one of the grenades. In the shocked eyes of the terrorists, he pulled out the pin with a smile and closed his palms again to absorb all the grenades.

Then, he waved his hand forward, and many grenades were thrown among them like flowers scattered from the sky.

Faced with this scene, some people ran away, while others broke out in a cold sweat and hurriedly began to look for the grenade whose pin had been pulled out.

"Let's look for it together!" One of the terrorists shouted angrily while looking at his companions who were still dumbfounded.

With so many grenades exploding at the same time, no one present could escape.

Charlotte walked forward without changing her expression.

"Found it!!" a terrorist shouted loudly and wanted to throw the grenade in his hand out of the cave.

But the next moment.

thump—

The grenades exploded, and the impact of the explosion and the flying shrapnel attacked their targets with extreme precision.

The explosion caused a bigger explosion, and countless shrapnel flew past Charlotte, carrying huge potential energy and automatically looking for their targets.

Real men never look back to see the explosion.

Although there was a burning pain in the buttocks and back that were burned by the flames, they recovered very quickly.

Charlotte's steps still maintain the devil's elegance~

Screams were heard again and again from the passage ahead.

Charlotte walked forward along the blood-stained road and soon reached the deepest part of the cave, the door of the prison where Stark was imprisoned.

At this time, there was only a pile of corpses pierced to death by shrapnel at the door. The only remaining secret sentry was covered in blood. He sat alone in a pool of blood, shivering, and looked at Charlotte with extreme fear in his eyes.

You're really lucky~

Charlotte, who could only tell the truth, waved her hand and signaled him to leave quickly.

If his luck could be better, Charlotte believed he could escape the pursuit from his boss.

The sentry did not hesitate. He kowtowed twice to Charlotte and muttered something.

Although his legs were weak at this time and he could not walk at all, he lowered his body and crawled towards the outside of the cave.

And Charlotte finally stood at the door where Stark was imprisoned, moved his ears, and began to listen to the movements inside.

As her attribute points increased, Charlotte's hearing naturally improved.

Although there was an iron door between them, Stark and Ethan inside had tried their best to lower their voices, but Charlotte could hear them very clearly, even clearer than they could hear themselves.

"Hurry up, Ethan! After the violent tremor just now, there is no movement outside now. We don't have much time left!"

Ethan walked towards Stark holding the heavy steel head.

"I'm already as fast as I can be! I'm not like you scientists who are generally strong and healthy. I'm just a weak doctor!"

After holding the iron head and putting it on Stark's head to fix it, Ethan wiped the sweat from his head while panting.

"Okay, we're ready~" Stark looked anxious and serious. He stared at the progress bar on his notebook and said, "My turn is coming soon~"

"Yeah~" Ethan's expression was also very relieved:

"We've already reached 90% of the progress. We'll be there in about ten minutes..."

dang dang...

There was a crisp knock on the iron door. Charlotte at the door asked loudly with a bright smile on her face:

"KNOCK, KNOCK~

Who is in there?"

This strange voice made Ethan feel a sense of inexplicable danger. He couldn't help but turn his head and look at Stark.

After glancing at the progress bar that had reached 92%, Stark looked at the bomb tied to the door and said:

"There's no one inside, but there's a bomb at the door! If I were you, I would never open the door! Wait a minute, I'll come over and defuse the bomb..."

creak-

Charlotte opened the bolt outside the door, ignoring Stark's warning, and said with a smile:

"KNOCK, KNOCK~

Tony, I'm coming in."

When the door was opened, violent explosions and flames hit us.

Stark's expression changed drastically.

As Charlotte took a step forward, the demonic MOD on her body faded away, and Venom, which had been entrusted with the important task, cried out happily. It covered Charlotte's exposed skin and made a lot of adjustments to her appearance.

Staring blankly at the door, Ethan widened his eyes and opened his mouth. In his sight, a demon turned into a black ghost in the firelight, stepped on the exploding flames, and walked into the room facing the violent impact.

"Oh my God..." Ethan crossed himself and trembled.

Charlotte, wearing her white Afghan outfit, patted out the flames on her body and looked at Ethan with a kind smile.

"Ethan! What happened? Is he, is he dead? " With his back to the door, Stark was fixed in the iron shell and could not see what was happening behind him.

"God~" the black man Charlotte smiled:

"Then you've worshipped the wrong god. From a certain perspective, God and I are enemies! And I have two great news to tell you~

The first is ~ Tony Stark, you are saved! "

As he spoke, Charlotte threw a flying knife, which pierced into Stark's computer with 99% progress in front of him. The computer flickered and then went dark in an instant.

"Do not--"

Stark's eyes were red with anger. Just a little bit more! Just a little bit more!!

Stark was helpless and furious in the iron shell. Charlotte's knife destroyed the most critical kinetic energy writing step, turning his iron armor into an iron coffin!

Although he didn't quite understand why Charlotte was okay, Stark was sure that Charlotte came to save him.

Although he couldn't see Charlotte, he still shouted: "I don't actually need you to save me! I can escape by myself right away! It's you who ruined my great plan!"

"Wow~ Prison break?" Charlotte took a few steps forward and reached out to embrace Ethan, a Catholic who was so frightened that he dared not move.

"I love the plot of Prison Break the most~ Satan~ This is exactly the second good news I want to tell you!

You two will soon have the opportunity to escape prison again~ and start from scratch... Have fun!! "

Stark was stunned. He wanted to turn around and look at Charlotte in confusion, but the steel coffin prevented him from doing so.

"What do you mean? Another jailbreak? What nonsense are you talking about?"

Charlotte laughed and said:

"It's very simple. What I mean is that you are now kidnapped by me. How about it? Are you surprised? Do you feel very surprised?"

Ethan's whole body trembled, and his face turned extremely pale.

Charlotte patted his shoulder and said:

"Don't be so scared! I'm not going to lock you up in hell. Although I do have some connection with that place, you know hell isn't a good place~"

Hostility is also a relationship~

Charlotte, who is under the 24-hour truth-telling BUFF, has no way of lying.

"Who are you?" Stark, who couldn't see Charlotte, asked loudly.

"Hehehe~" After three terrifying low laughs of the devil, Charlotte answered Stark's question while singing:

"My current name is - Devil's Advocate~"

Turning around gracefully and letting go of the timid Ethan, Charlotte quickly walked in front of Stark and looked closely at Stark's masterpiece in front of her.

That is, the Mark generation.

And Stark finally saw Charlotte, a black man with skin as black as oil.

[The enemy is ashamed, I will take off his clothes! ]

He clenched his hands, but the armor on Stark did not change at all. It seemed that he had not defeated Stark at this time.

Reaching out and casually tapping the belly of Mark 1, Stark not only did a good job of shock absorption, but even the internal noise reduction process was somewhat beyond common sense.

Walking to the table and picking up the design to look at it, Charlotte asked Stark:

"I have a simple question for you, Stark. What will it take for you to admit defeat?"

"Lose?" Stark sneered:

"If you hadn't interrupted my kinetic progress, you would be the one kneeling on the ground begging for mercy!"

Charlotte tapped his chin and said with a smile:

"What if I put a mouse in your tin can?"

Release mice?

It made Stark's eyebrows rise and his eyelids couldn't help but twitch.

Imagine a rat entering the Mark I and running around along your thighs.

Stark felt an itch in his legs.

But before Stark could retort, Charlotte was quick-witted and actually grabbed a mouse from the ground that had been keeping them company day and night.

Seeing Charlotte walking towards him, the fat rat twisted and struggled violently in Charlotte's hands. Charlotte stepped forward and opened the mask on his face, as if he wanted to stuff the rat directly into the neck of his battle suit. Stark was finally scared and his face changed drastically.

"Wait a minute! We can talk!! You must want something by kidnapping me!!

Money! Beauty! Luxury cars! …

We can discuss everything!!”

"But~" Charlotte's smile turned malicious, and she held the mouse close to Stark's face, "I don't want anything you said, I just want you to lose~"

Stark could smell the disgusting stench of the squeaking mouse as he shook it, and Charlotte consoled him:

"Don't worry, I won't let you suffer. Let this mouse run in first, and then I'll help you put a snake in to eat the mouse!"