Marvel: I have conceptual skills!

The fatigue from the long-distance march, coupled with the mental persecution, made Frank mentally exhausted.

He held his smooth forehead and relaxed for a while, then untied Lai and sighed:

"That's all... I'm going to have a good sleep first, and everything will be fine when I wake up."

"So, who are you going to sleep with?" Charlotte teased with her head tilted.

Frank did not answer, pretending that Charlotte did not exist, and said to Lai:

"Stay still, don't move..."

After saying that, he pushed the door open and walked upstairs.

Now, there are only Charlotte and Lai left in the house, and there is only one sofa to sleep on.

Charlotte turned her head and looked at Lai.

"Hmph~" Charlotte turned her face away proudly, "Why are you looking at me! I will never sleep with you, don't even think about it!"

After saying that, Charlotte turned and went to the balcony.

"Who said I want to sleep with you? Don't be so conceited!" Lai sat on the sofa in broken English.

Glancing at Charlotte as she left.

Len looked around curiously and immediately caught his eye of the heavy file box on top of the cabinet.

Seeing that there was no one around, she stood on tiptoe curiously to see what was inside.

thump—

With a loud bang, the fallen file box almost hit her head.

"Ah——" Unable to help but let out a cry of surprise, Lai hurriedly covered his mouth again.

I had already thought of an excuse to explain, but there was no sound from upstairs or on the balcony.

After hesitating for a while, Lai curiously looked through the documents, which contained information about Frank's military service.

At this time, Frank came upstairs and opened the bedroom with a fingerprint lock. Seeing that the two did not follow him, he walked into the room, opened the wardrobe, and took the secret elevator to the basement of the villa.

Trust two strangers who meet for the first time?

That kind of scene only happens in movies!

Not to mention trust, Frank was extremely wary of the two men. If the situation went wrong, he would immediately use the underground passage to escape.

When he turned on the surveillance footage, he saw Charlotte leap off the balcony, then... whistling while peeing in his garden.

And Lai was sitting on the sofa looking through the documents he had forgotten there.

"Damn it!" Frank cursed inwardly. It was too late to retrieve the information now.

Carefully observe Lai in the room.

The other person was sitting on the sofa, reading the information with great interest.

He had to admit that Lai was indeed the type he liked, and that was the main reason why he chose to save him.

love at first sight?

No, it's just lust.

As for Charlotte... huh?

I moved my eyes to the left again and realized that Charlotte in the garden had disappeared at some point.

……

A hand wearing an evidence glove picked up a twisted bullet and put it into the evidence.

Looking at the car that was burned to a frame and then glancing at the wreckage of the motorcycle, George's face was heavy.

The only thing to be thankful for was that there was no blood or corpse here, otherwise he wouldn't know how to explain to Gwen.

Although they had only met once the day before, Charlotte's motorcycle was engraved in George's mind.

I even dreamt about it this morning in my nightmare.

Now, only the wreckage of the Will-O-W-O was left. George did not feel relieved, but was worried about Charlotte.

Another attack, looking at the same type of bullet in the evidence bag as in the Arkham attack.

George confirmed that the attack was aimed at Charlotte.

The car frame next to it is not simple either.

This reminded George of a bank robbery that happened some time ago.

The other person was driving an Audi A8, and his driving skills were quite superb. He chased the car on the crosswalk and used a thrilling drift to pass in front of the locomotive, thus evading the police's capture.

Recalling Charlotte's inherited sidewalk driving skills, and now that the two cars were scrapped together, George couldn't help but wonder if the two knew each other before.

Of course, the most important thing is to find Charlotte.

George couldn't imagine the consequences if he was murdered like Dan and the video was broadcast all over the Internet.

Hank came up and said:

“Don’t worry, George. You Lan has already surveyed the attack site. Apart from the shrapnel from the rocket explosion that made the scene look horrible, no one was injured here.

Remember those footprints? The three of them ran very fast, and it was obvious that they were not injured.

Moreover, KFC wrapping paper was found at the scene, which seemed to be sent by Charlotte, and his fingerprints were also found on it.

Tsk~

What a leisurely and elegant person. I guess he must have been hiding behind the car, eating the burger that was supposed to be given to the customers. "

Knowing that Charlotte was fine, George nodded and his expression looked a little better.

“Then the question is, how did the other party know that Charlotte was going to deliver food to this place?

They were waiting here in advance, and they launched the attack as soon as Charlotte arrived."

The two men came to the location where the gunmen were at that time. There were not many useful things left here except for bullet shells scattered all over the floor.

George said coldly:

"If they fail once, they will definitely launch a second attack very soon, one after another. How many times can Charlotte dodge it?

Not to mention that they are a group of desperate gangsters. They will not hesitate at all in order to capture Charlotte. They could attack Arkham Mental Asylum before, and tomorrow they will dare to attack the school directly.

We can't wait any longer, Hank, we have to speed up and not let these bastards do whatever they want in New York."

Hank nodded seriously as well.

"There has been resistance to our investigation. We originally thought that the resistance came from within our police force, but now it seems that the resistance comes from above."

"Remember the department that pretended to be the FBI?" George raised his eyebrows and continued:

"Although their impersonation was unprofessional, their methods were very professional. Some time ago, they approached me again, hoping that I could cooperate with their investigation of Arkham Mental Asylum. I was prepared to agree. Maybe they would know something."

Hank's mind emerged a man in a suit, dressed meticulously, with blond hair, a high hairline, and a smile on his face. He walked up, took out an FBI ID from his arms, and said that he would take over the case.

He was then pushed to the ground by the two men, and finally the misunderstanding was cleared up by a phone call from the director.

Hank nodded. "That's right. FBI bastards never dress like that. A bastard who dresses like that is definitely not from the FBI. A key question that is full of lead-in reveals his flaws."

"Charlotte's life or death is uncertain now. I think I can agree to their request first and share all the information about the Arkham case with them..."

"It's up to you to decide. By the way, do you know the new superhero that appeared in New York City?" Hank was also very interested in this. "It seems to be called... Spider-Man..."

"What superhero!" When George mentioned this, he said with a cold face:

"Just a masked weirdo who does vigilante justice. His actions are crimes in themselves. Sticking people to walls all day? Beating up thieves! And nearly suffocating a guy to death with his damn spider silk.

Not to mention someone called the police and said they were robbed by Spider-Man.”

"Don't get so excited, George..."

"I mean, his methods should have been gentler. If we hadn't arrived in time, that man would have almost died!"

"George, I mean, Spider-Man is the most famous superhero in New York City right now. Why don't they attack Spider-Man?"

"There is only one possibility... they don't know who Spider-Man is..."