Marvel: I have conceptual skills!

"Hey! You guy!"

By the time Riven reacted, the bottle of red wine in Charlotte's hand was almost empty.

Faced with Riven who flew forward again and tried to snatch the bottle of wine, Charlotte grabbed the spider silk, dodged nimbly, and drank the last drop of red wine in the bottle.

He smiled and threw the bottle, which bounced a few times on the bar before standing steadily next to the glass.

Charlotte opened her mouth and burped contentedly.

This bottle of red wine is much better than the one I drank with Deadpool in the bar before.

I guess it’s because someone stole it.

Riven was quite dissatisfied with being fooled by Charlotte. She glanced at the spider silk that Charlotte was holding and Charlotte's face which was even younger than hers.

Charlotte must not be very powerful at such a young age, so she has long wanted to beat Charlotte up.

Just as Raven was about to take action, Charles, who had noticed something, stopped her sternly.

"Riven!"

After a pause, Raven gritted her teeth and looked at Charles with dissatisfaction, but finally put down her hands, gave Charlotte a good luck look, twisted her hips, and went upstairs.

After getting the answer she wanted and exchanging numbers with Charles, Maura had more questions instead of fewer.

"Charles, I still have a lot of topics about mutation and mutants that I want to discuss with you, and the most critical question is, can you convince my boss that mutants really exist?"

Charles smiled calmly and said confidently: "It's very simple."

"Are you sure?" A trace of doubt flashed across Mora's face. Although Charles had published a paper on mutants, Mora did not see anything magical in Charles' manor.

Compared to the Diamond Man, the Teleporter and the Happy Wind Man seen that day, Charles looked more like an anxious pervert, and a pervert with poor skills in picking up girls.

This inevitably made Maura a little worried.

"Of course." Charles nodded calmly. He had no intention of performing for Mora. He just tasted the red wine in the glass and said:

"We don't have much time, Maura, you just need to take us to see your director, and then I can naturally convince him of the existence of mutants.

Make him believe that what you said before was true. "

The two people's eyes met, staring into Charles' deep eyes, and Maura was also attracted by the glimmer in them for a moment.

The air was filled with a pink atmosphere, and their faces unconsciously moved closer, as if they would kiss in the next second...

bang——

With a loud bang, Deadpool was thrown down from the second floor by Raven, hitting the stairs, covering his butt in pain.

Deadpool, who had just landed, had not yet opened his mouth to speak when Charles, who was quick-eyed and quick-handed, turned off his microphone.

The only sound was Riven's cursing from upstairs.

"Asshole! You actually wiped your ass with a kitten, bitch! You are really a complete asshole!!"

Deadpool downstairs turned over and jumped up, raised his two middle fingers provocatively to Riven on the second floor, turned around, stuck out his butt and twisted it back and forth.

Holding a cute snow cat on her finger, Riven's face was dark. She could no longer hold the kitten in her arms, and she couldn't even look at the kitten directly.

"I really should have listened to Charlotte and nailed you in a coffin and buried you alive, you damn bastard!"

Deadpool raised his eyebrows and turned to look at Charlotte. He spread his hands and questioned with an expression:

"BRO, how could you do this to me!?"

"BRO, is there anything wrong with what I did to you?"

Glancing at Deadpool's ugly face, Charlotte turned his head away with a look of disgust. It turned out that for a guy like Deadpool, it would be best to nail him in a coffin and bury him alive.

Deadpool ignored Raven and quickly walked over to the three of them, turning his gaze to look at Maura who was sitting next to Charles.

Then he took out a pen and paper from his pocket with a smirk on his face. Just as he picked up the pen and was about to write something, his expression froze and he paused there, his eyes widening little by little.

In just that moment, the moment Deadpool raised the pen, he actually forgot how to write.

Maura frowned as she watched the ugly Deadpool, and watched his stiff movements after he raised the pen, and looked at Charles in confusion.

"His name is Wade, and he is a dumb and stupid person."

Gumbling—

After drinking the red wine in the glass in one gulp, Charlotte introduced Deadpool to Maura.

It seems like he is afraid that Deadpool will do something inexplicable again.

Charles activated his ability silently, and Deadpool, who was holding a pen in his hand, tilted his head and fell directly on the dining table and fainted.

Charlotte quietly asked Charles:

"Is there a coffin in your manor? Don't get me wrong, I'm just asking casually. I just want to give Wade a warm home."

Charles just smiled because of Deadpool's fainting, but Charlotte's words made his smile freeze on his face.

I almost forgot, Deadpool is not the only mentally ill person in this manor.

"Coffin?" Mora's attention was drawn to Charlotte. As a CIA, she frowned and glanced at Deadpool. After confirming that this weirdo was not dead, she asked:

"What do you want a coffin for?"

“Don’t get me wrong, Wade has suffered from phobia of small spaces and phobia of darkness since he was a child.

Once he can no longer stay in a small and dark space, he will almost inevitably have a strong anxiety reaction. Palpitations, sweating, shivering, numbness, chills, flushing, a feeling of suffocation, shortness of breath, nausea, dizziness, and abdominal discomfort are his common symptoms. He may even faint and have diarrhea.

At this time, I need to put him in the coffin and cover it with a layer of soil.

Let Wade feel like he is still in his mother's belly, and Wade will feel very comfortable and at ease. "

As he spoke, Charlotte used his [Empathy] skill to control Deadpool's body, causing him to twitch on the spot.

real or fake?

Charlotte spoke seriously, and Deadpool's body was also honest, which made Maura look at Charles with a puzzled look.

Charles paused for a moment with a stiff expression, looked at Mora and said:

“He’s right.

Okay, Charlotte, go take care of your friend Wade.

And Maura, let's go first and talk in detail on the other side."

Watching Charles and Maura quickly leave, Charlotte raised her hand and slapped Deadpool hard in the face.

"Wade, you should get up."

Wade immediately woke up after the blow and raised his hand to stop Charlotte's second blow.

"Damn it! You scratched Mr. Deadpool's handsome face! Fuck!"

Deadpool turned his head, looked through the screen, broke the fourth wall and asked:

"Don't you think my face is as handsome as a deep-fried beef meatball?

Just looking at it makes you want to take a bite.”