Marvel: I have conceptual skills!

Will you help me? Help me get naked in front of a bunch of people and expose my balls?

I began to imagine that scene unconsciously in my mind.

He was wearing a suit and holding his head high, giving a speech at a very important meeting, while the media reporters below were pointing knives, guns, sticks and clubs at him, shouting all kinds of weird questions.

Suddenly, I felt an inexplicable chill in my crotch. The reporters' eyes widened, and then they all reached a climax, shouting wildly and pointing their cameras at me.

I looked down and realized that all my clothes had disappeared from the live camera.

That really makes me want to die!

He shook his head to get rid of the horrifying scene from his mind.

"No need!" Stark declined with a dark face.

Then he began to clear his mind of everything, allowing his brain to regain clarity, and he began to think about the current situation.

From the very beginning, the other party was very interested in me and seemed to be irritating me all the time, and the anger also affected my thinking.

Stark has always felt that thinking is more important than survival. Humans can stop breathing but never stop thinking.

Gradually calming down from his anger, Stark frowned, his eyes became brighter, and he asked the seemingly ambiguous question again:

“What do you want from me?

Money? Power? Or the technology I have mastered?"

He tapped his chest, where the Ark reactor was glowing brightly.

No matter who you are, everyone's behavior follows the most basic logic, and everything you do is to get something, either materially or spiritually.

No one is an exception, not even the so-called inner demons.

Stark's eyes fell on Charlotte, looking at the devil's advocate who had a mysterious smile on his face and didn't care about his gaze at all.

So what do you want to get?!

"What do I want?" This question really stumped Charlotte.

Charlotte stroked his chin and fell into simple thought.

At first, all he wanted to obtain was a skill card, so that he could have enough strength to protect himself in this world.

Later, I had friendship and family affection, and I also wanted money to allow Brother Ben and Aunt Mei to live a better life.

Later, he began to pursue powerful power step by step...

He always feels that he is not strong enough and is always afraid of losing everything he has.

But there seems to be no pressure, no goals, no direction.

Like a rootless duckweed floating aimlessly on the water, drifting and taking things as they come.

Just like coming here to find Stark, it was just the right time~

Even kidnapping him now is done with a nonchalant attitude of wanting to get the skill card and just have fun.

Charlotte opened her mouth and said:

"What a good question~ This question is so good~ Then this is the question~

Tony Stark, what I want from you is for you to help me find what I want!"

Stark: ???

You are putting this Russian doll on me!

"Heh~" Stark sneered and said sarcastically:

"A devil who can see into other people's hearts, but the ultimate problem is that he himself doesn't know what his heart wants?"

Charlotte's expression froze, she put away the smile on her face, glanced at Stark and said lightly:

"So, you admit that your father is the flaw in your heart?"

Stark's contemptuous expression froze in an instant.

Injure one thousand enemies, and self-inflict eight hundred.

"Okay, stop talking nonsense..." After staying in the cave for too long and discovering something unusual, the terrorists' support had arrived.

His ears moved slightly, Charlotte stretched his muscles and yawned, saying:

"It's all your fault. You kept me talking for so long that the enemy reinforcements arrived. Now a peace-loving and kind-hearted person like me is about to start a bloodbath again!"

In the cave, a small leader holding an AK led his six subordinates forward.

In the dim flickering light, the flowing blood had already accumulated into a pool on the ground, and the twisted bodies of the terrorists were scattered all over the cave.

The scene here looks like hell on earth.

In particular, the crotch of each corpse was covered in blood, with the chest and head slightly better. Everyone's face was filled with the sadness of dying with unwilling eyes.

It is hard to understand what kind of weapon could have caused such a massacre.

The little leader was on high alert and came all the way to the door where Stark was imprisoned, which was also the place with the most corpses...

The door was closed tightly, so the little leader could not see the scene inside clearly. He listened carefully and found that there was indeed no sound from inside. After a slight hesitation, he reached out and pushed open the broken iron door.

But in his opinion, the enemies who killed these companions either saved Tony Stark and left, or killed Tony Stark and left. He never expected that the three people were just inside the door at this time, chatting and laughing.

So, when he opened the broken door and saw the dark-skinned Charlotte, he was completely stunned.

No~ buddy?! Who are you?

The combat awareness and bloodthirsty instinct he had developed over the years enabled him to react extremely quickly. He picked up the AK in his hand and pointed it at Charlotte's head.

Although Charlotte doesn't look like a good person, he doesn't look like a bad person either. Stark still treats Charlotte as his temporary teammate.

Finding that Charlotte was in danger, he quickly bent down and picked up the weapon installed on the Mark I, and shouted:

"Be careful!! Get out of the way!"

Ethan just drew a cross on his chest and prayed to God silently.

Please! Both sides must suffer! Both sides must suffer!

Glancing at the gun pointed at him, Charlotte smiled contemptuously.

In an instant, the little leader pulled the trigger without hesitation. The muzzle of the gun shook up and down, spurting out flames, and bullets flew towards Charlotte's head.

Charlotte suddenly opened his mouth, letting bullets shoot into his mouth one after another. With a sneer on his dark face, he walked step by step to the front of the little leader.

The terrorists behind the little leader simply fired a shot and were completely stunned by the scene.

Everyone stared at Charlotte with wide eyes as if they were looking at a devil.

Some terrorists were even frightened to the point of peeing their pants and collapsing to the ground.

Watching Charlotte walk all the way to him in horror, the little leader had used up the last bullet in his AK. Although his legs were weak and his mind was blank, the desire to survive still made him reach for his waist and try to change the magazine of the AK in his final struggle.

Watching his movements, Charlotte smiled, the corners of his mouth harder than AK, and opened his mouth...

puff--

A saliva-stained bullet was spat onto the little boss's face.

This warhead has no killing power, but carries the strongest insult and terror.

Even Stark was stunned by the scene, his scalp tingling, and he realized how terrifying Charlotte was.

Puff puff--

Bullet after bullet hit the little boss's face, striking his body, mind and soul again and again.

The magazine in his hand fell to the ground because of the trembling. The little leader looked at Charlotte in front of him with a pale face, his expression broken and almost desperate.

He raised his hand, ignoring the little leader's weak struggle, took the rifle from his hand, and with a wave of his hand, the magazine flew into his palm. He loaded the magazine and pulled the bolt.

Looking at the little leader in front of him with a desperate expression and a hint of pleading, Charlotte smiled and said:

"You shot me so many times, so I'll shoot you back~ It's fair~"

As he spoke, Charlotte opened the safety and stuffed the hot muzzle of the AK into the little leader's mouth...

bang——

Blood spurted out...