"Thank you for your generous gift!"

Charlotte's sudden appearance scared Hank so much that he became flustered and almost couldn't help but shoot Charlotte to death.

You Lan's escape left Hank in a state of tension.

Any unexpected situation is plucking that taut string.

"Damn it! Fuck! You two bastards who didn't wipe their butts!"

Covering his rapidly beating chest, the veins on Hank's forehead throbbed wildly. Looking at the two people with long flowing hair, Hank said angrily:

"Which mental hospital did you two damn Beatles escape from? I'm going to take you to the police station!"

"Don't be like that, sir~" Although I don't know what's wrong with this strange priest next to me.

But Evan was sure that these ordinary policemen would never be his opponents, so Evan quickly tried to smooth things over, stepped out of the bushes, and said with a smile:

"We are two reporters from the newspaper. We are here just to collect detailed information about last night's case and interview the arresting police officer and the fugitive's wife to learn more..."

As he spoke, Evan took out his notebook from the pocket of his leather jacket and put on a flattering smile on his face, as if he really was just here to interview him.

When Hank heard that Evan was a reporter, he showed a surprised expression. No wonder the two of them were squatting here, acting sneaky.

Just knowing that the two were reporters, Hank's expression became even worse. These reporters who liked to make up stories were the people the police hated the most.

Who knows what they will write in the news after taking a few photos.

For the sake of traffic and attention, these bastard journalists have no professional ethics at all.

Hank gritted his teeth and glared at the two of them:

"Go! Go! The two of you leave here immediately! This place is under police protection now, we don't welcome you!"

Seeing Hank pushing Evan, Charlotte took out a pen and paper from her bosom and started writing on it. As she walked out of the bushes, she said in a provocative tone:

"Under the bald sun, a black police officer actually reached out and did this to a long-haired white man on the side of the road..."

Hank's eyes moved, and his angry eyes immediately fell on Charlotte.

Evan's plan to calm the storm had failed. He quickly reached out to stop Hank who was about to rush towards Charlotte, and said in a dissuading tone:

"Come on, officer, please don't do this..."

Looking at Hank, who was furious, with one hand on his waist and was hugged by Evan, Charlotte continued:

"The New York police intend to threaten innocent citizens who discover the truth at gunpoint..."

"He used to be a policeman. He is black, but while on duty, he hugged and embraced a man on the street, and passers-by suspected his sexual orientation."

"New York police are too sensitive, love to be authoritarian, and wantonly attack innocent citizens passing by."

"The law challenges theocracy, the African-American police officer denies the Jewish God, and this time Jesus faces a bullet."

Evan's face twitched, and he couldn't stop himself, so he was pushed away by the angry Hank.

Hank held the gun in one hand and walked a few steps to Charlotte. He reached out and snatched the notebook from Charlotte's hand and tore it into two.

His angry face flushed a little, he grabbed the collar of Charlotte's robe, and pointed the cold pistol at Charlotte's forehead.

Charlotte was two meters tall at this time, so Hank had to stand on tiptoe, and his posture was full of unnaturalness.

But he was so angry that he didn't care so much. He gritted his teeth and wanted to kill Charlotte with one shot, and shouted:

"Fake Squid!!"

Looking at the bulging veins on Hank's neck, Charlotte smiled nervously and said:

"Don't be like this, officer. Anger is the devil in your heart. Don't be tempted by it. It will make you fall into an endless abyss. Keep calm, keep calm."

"Fuck!" Hank spit on Charlotte's chest and cursed angrily. Although he didn't shoot, he was still angry and hit Charlotte in the abdomen with his elbow.

"You son of a bitch! Aren't you very arrogant? Speak! Keep talking to me!"

Cursing, Hank elbowed him hard again.

Is there such a requirement?

Pretending to be in pain, Charlotte bent down and said:

"A black police officer spent a night loitering in front of the criminal's beautiful white wife's house..."

"After a disagreement, the beautiful woman's husband started to make physical advances, and he had no choice but to flee overnight."

"How dare you!" Hank's eyes widened. He couldn't bear it anymore. Looking at Charlotte who was bent over by him, he raised his leg again and kneed Charlotte in the abdomen.

The action here attracted the attention of all the police officers around, and several officers rushed over to stop and support.

Carter took the lead and quickly stepped forward to pull away Hank who was punching and kicking. After helping Charlotte up, he said with surprise:

"Hey! Father Cage! You're here too? ... What are you doing here?"

The curiosity on Carter's face turned into confusion, and confusion turned into vigilance.

I'm getting beaten here~

"Don't move!" Taking advantage of this opportunity, Charlotte grabbed Carter's neck, strangled Carter and held her in front of her to hold her hostage, then pointed the pen in her hand at Carter's face.

Looking at the police officers who quickly drew their guns with serious and ugly expressions, Charlotte threatened in a cold voice:

"No one is allowed to come over here, or I will paint her face black, and then you will be racist!"

Hank's face turned pale, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he took another step forward with the pistol in hand.

"Don't come over here!" Charlotte warned loudly, and he moved the tip of the pen in his hand closer to Carter.

"No——!" Carter looked at the carbon pen tip in front of him and uttered a terrified voice:

"You can't do this! Father Cage, even though you stole two of my police cars, I still think we are friends. You can't paint my face black, that's not politically correct!"

Compared to Carter's blackface, Hank was more worried that the pen tip would cause harm to Carter, so he stopped and aimed his gun at Charlotte with a cold face.

"Yes, Carter, we are indeed friends, but shouldn't friends help each other? I need your help now, so you shouldn't resist, you should cooperate with me." Charlotte comforted the struggling Carter and stepped back.

Carter was stunned by Charlotte's twisted logic. He asked in confusion, "What you said makes sense. I think I should help my friend..."

"So...as a friend, can I ask you where you parked your police car?" Charlotte asked immediately.

"Carter!" Hank raised his voice quickly when he realized that Carter wanted to surrender to the enemy again:

"Don't forget, you are the deputy chief of the New York Police Department!

Your mission here is to protect Officer You Lan's wife from harm! And the person who is holding you hostage is a criminal, a criminal who dares to hold a police officer hostage!

The police and criminals are not friends, but enemies. He is your enemy!!”

"Okay~ Carter." Feeling that Carter obeyed Hank's words and began to resist desperately, Charlotte shook her head helplessly and said:

"Well, as your enemy, may I ask, where did you park your police car?"

"Of course, it's the third parking space at the intersection," Carter replied immediately.

Snapped--

Hank slapped his forehead speechlessly. If this continued, the police would become a laughing stock, so Hank raised his gun and said with an unpleasant expression:

"Father! I request a hostage exchange!"

"Heh~" Charlotte sneered, do you think I'm stupid? ~ Turning the black carbon pen in his hand, Charlotte laughed arrogantly:

"Do you think I'm stupid? A black carbon pen poses no threat to a black man like you! Besides, if they hold you hostage, what if your fellow police officers just shoot you?"

This is racism!

From the corner of his eye, Charlotte saw that he had diverted all the police's attention and You Lan had successfully sneaked back into his home.

Charlotte, whose trick succeeded, raised the corner of his mouth and began to delay time:

"Actually... it's not impossible to exchange hostages, unless - you prepare a white marker for me!"

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