Marvel: I have conceptual skills!

"Ms. Carter, this statement is absolutely unfair~

Believe me, everyone in the police station must like you, like George, Hank, Andrew...

I am also friends with them..."

Charlotte pulled at her incongruous monk's robe, shook the large platinum chain on her chest, showing the skull of Jesus hanging below, and then pretended to hold the homework book in her hand, puffed out her chest and raised her head, pretending to be crazy:

"It is quite obvious that I am a priest..."

"Uh..." Carter was stunned, looked up and down at Charlotte uncertainly, and said awkwardly:

“Sorry, it’s not really obvious, Father Cage… I always thought you were a rapper…

You know, the kind of rapper who slurps noodles, carries guns, dresses in drag, flaunts his wealth, and talks about Mazefak all the time.

And the three of them are like your gang members who are not allowed to see the light of day..."

As she spoke, Carter put on her police hat askew, opened and closed her mouth, waved her hands, twisted her body like a rapper, and hummed an awkward and strange tune.

"Why do you think so?" Charlotte said with a serious expression.

"I am a well-known good priest in the area. Even you policemen often come to the church like you and confess to me in the confessional.

You are all the Lord's lost lambs, and you need me to listen to your troubles...

Just like George, George often complained that he was not popular with women and was often bullied by criminals. A colleague even slandered him, saying that he was a sissy who liked to wear thongs.

(“Oh my God!” Carter exclaimed.)

Of course, I think this is a rumor, but who knows the truth?

Hank said that no girl liked him at all. His dream since childhood was to become a Victoria's Secret princess. Unfortunately, he found out when he grew up that men could not be Victoria's Secret princesses.

So he wanted to be a princess, but unfortunately he was rejected...

(“Wow~” Carter exclaimed, covering his mouth.)

Andrew said that no one cared about him, no one paid attention to him, and many people even forgot who he was...

(“Poor Andrew…” Carter, who had no idea who Andrew was, sighed sadly.)

They were all crying in my confessional.

But ~ once they leave the confessional, no one will admit it, you know, their high self-esteem, and they are not good at expressing themselves...

Especially George——!

He only expresses his concern for others with harsh criticism and a serious tone. If he accidentally hurts you with bad words, he has no ill intentions, but I apologize to you in advance on his behalf..."

"Oh~" Carter covered her big heart. She was so happy since she knew that those scoldings from morning to night were George's concern for her~

Of course, Charlotte was not lying to her. Those criticisms and corrections were indeed George's concern on another level.

Although George and the others expressed themselves in a very strange way, Carter decided to forgive them.

"What about You Lan? I may have to work with him recently. Did he say anything in the church..." Carter asked curiously.

"Uh~ You Lan? Never heard of it~"

This somewhat unfamiliar name made Charlotte slightly stunned. He only knew a few policemen, and he had never seen a man named You Lan before.

"That's right..." Carter's trust deepened:

"You Lan is Chinese, he doesn't believe in God!"

Seeing that Carter was basically fooled, Charlotte decided to increase the dosage.

"So... listen to the priest, and go have a good chat with your sheriff now. I believe you will gain a lot~

Remember! The more severe and angry he is, the more he cares about you. That is his characteristic...

He is born like this~can’t express himself! ”

Charlotte raised the corner of her mouth and said with certainty.

Beating is love, scolding is love, and kicking is the deepest expression of affection!

As long as you feel that it is care, then it is care!

Carter's eyes lit up, and with mud still on her head, she turned around and wanted to leave, but she suddenly remembered something, turned her head and looked at Charlotte and said:

"By the way, Father Kevin, can you let me see your ID?"

Charlotte blinked slightly and thought to herself that he was a stubborn person.

"Of course, of course you can.

Carter, you are such a good girl who works hard, but…"

After searching her upper and lower pockets and shaking her long hair, Charlotte said regretfully:

“I’m sorry to say that I never carry any worldly items with me during my missionary work.

This will make my body and heart equally holy, and give me the feeling of being possessed by Jesus.

As for the three of them, they were the homeless people who were eating garbage that I just saved~

They don’t have any identity information.”

Stark pouted in dissatisfaction.

Carter frowned, and looked at Charlotte with a look full of suspicion and scrutiny. After hesitating for a moment, he said:

“This won’t work! Father Cage!

I cannot allow unknown dangers to appear on the streets I patrol, even though this is not the street I patrol...

But! You do look dangerous!"

As Carter spoke, his eyes became serious and earnest, and he imitated Hank's behavior, swung his right hand violently, trying to put his palm on his gun to increase his deterrent power.

But... this handsome move ended up touching nothing.

"Damn it!" Carter cursed inwardly.

He touched his waist awkwardly, and then put his hand on his waist awkwardly.

She suddenly remembered that she had taken off her pistol and placed it on the passenger seat in order to unlock her seat belt.

Carter glared at the four men guiltily, and hesitantly put his left hand into his sleeve, pretending that he was holding a gun.

"Don't move! Put your hands up..."

Too bad no one cooperated...

"My God..." Ethan complained softly:

"She looks like a lunatic..."

"More like a fool..." Stark commented expressionlessly.

With a dry cough, Charlotte raised his hand and said:

"Don't be impulsive, Officer Carter, remember that we are friends?"

"Friends? We are friends?" Pointing his index finger at Charlotte, Carter's expression was immersed in the role, his eyes were very alert, and he was ready to speak out at any time.

"Do you remember my name?" Charlotte said with a friendly smile.

"Kevin?" Carter said uncertainly after recalling for two seconds.

"That's right~" Charlotte smiled and snapped her fingers:

"Yes, you remember my name, how can we not be friends?"

"That's... true... We are friends—" Carter put away the gun in his hand, his expression changed again.

"No! Even if you are friends, you should show your ID!"

"Oh..." Charlotte glanced at Carter and then at the police car parked not far away, and said:

"With all due respect, Officer Carter, I would like to cooperate...

But you don’t seem to have brought either an inquiry machine or an intercom, otherwise we could have reported our ID numbers…”

Carter touched his body and said awkwardly:

"Sorry, I'll get it right away..."

With that, Carter turned and walked quickly towards the police car.

At the same time, Charlotte turned around and ran away with three homeless people.

The noise behind him immediately made Carter stop and give him a wicked expression as if to say, "I knew there was something wrong with you guys."

He turned around, threw away his arms and quickly chased after Charlotte and the other three:

"Ha! I found you--

Don't try to run! Stop!

I run very fast! You can't outrun me...

I'm a policeman - you can't run -

No - wait! Wait - slow down... I can't catch up...

No--"

Panting heavily, Carter finally realized something, turned around and ran towards his police car with his tongue sticking out...

In the police car, Charlotte shook her smooth black hair and smiled evilly...