Marvel: I have conceptual skills!

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When he pulled the trigger, there was a crisp sound, and then Charlotte realized that the rifle was empty.

In front of him, the man in black glared at Charlotte with his scarlet eyes. His bloody hands were trembling because of the severe pain in his crotch. He pulled out a Glock 43 from his waist and pointed it at Charlotte with murderous intent.

With a smile on her face, Charlotte stretched out her hand somewhat embarrassedly and asked expectantly:

"Will you give it to me, sir? Let me shoot you!"

But this time, the dirty talk had no effect, and the other side was only filled with anger and wanted to kill Charlotte immediately.

"Go to hell! You monster!"

Enduring the severe pain in his body, the man in black released the safety of his pistol.

Charlotte, who was wearing a tank top, looked unhappy.

He straightened his chest and raised his head, raised his proud head, shook the non-existent hair on his short haircut, pointed the dinner knife in his hand at the man in black, and said provocatively with a contemptuous tone:

"Do you want to dance too?!"

Skill card activated!

His behavior became uncontrollable again, and the bullet that was only one step away from shooting at Charlotte finally stayed in his gun.

He was frightened and asked with a trembling voice:

"Yellow monster! What have you done again?!"

Dadada…dada~

Dadada…dada~

There was some strange music coming from the ceiling above my head.

As the music started, the two of them straightened their bodies at the same time, raised their arms gracefully, and stood on tiptoe.

Stretching his body.

Charlotte's eyes widened.

This is Swan Lake??!

Dadada…dada~

The jumping notes overhead and the relaxed and lively rhythm depict the scene of little swans playing by the lake.

Charlotte, who had regained his composure, and the frightened man in black tapped the ground with their toes. Without looking at the expressions on their faces, under the control of their skills, the two people's dance moves could be described as elegant and beautiful.

The man in black screamed and did a huge split in the air, then knelt down and hit the ground.

Blood was spurting out of his body and foul language was uttering from his mouth, but his movements were explosively beautiful.

The heavy combat boots on his feet tapped the ground deftly, and his superb dancing skills made him stand as steady as a rock.

"Man, you dance really well~" Charlotte commented as she was spinning around.

"Stop it! You shit-eating bitch, what have you done! Stop it!"

No matter how uncomfortable he felt now, Charlotte had to put on an expression of enjoyment to the men in black:

“I can’t stop at all~”

After the dance foreplay, the two people put their hands on their heads and began to spin on their toes symmetrically.

Compared to Charlotte who secretly improved his physical fitness, the man in black was miserable.

His blood was spurting out in circles, just like a sprinkler used for watering crops.

The whole room was covered with blood. By now, the man in black could no longer feel his toes.

His lower body was filled with pain, and with the equipment weighing 15 kilograms, his body was dancing with all his might, and in the end he even lost the strength to shout for help.

The look in the black-clad man's eyes went through anger, fear, pleading, despair, and now only torture.

To the sound of beautiful music, the two people waved their arms and twisted their bodies.

Lightness, elegance and harmony.

It lasted for more than 2 hours. A long time had passed and the man in black felt every second was like an eternity.

He had already understood Charlotte's expression.

Will Charlotte stop? Will Charlotte wait for rescue?

No, he just wanted revenge, he just wanted to jump to his death here.

No teammates came, there was no sign of the police, and no one saw or disturbed the beautiful dance that belonged to only two people.

As the music became more powerful, the man in black could no longer bear it. He shuddered all over and collapsed to the ground, dying instantly.

Charlotte puffed up her lips, stopped moving, and let out a long breath.

The music above my head disappeared instantly.

The original isolation between the entire kitchen and the outside world was opened, and the shrill sound of sirens came in.

At the door, Gwen, who was blocked outside, cried with red eyes. She asked George in a trembling voice:

"Have you found Charlotte?"

Ben Parker, who looked a dozen years older, also had trembling hands and looked at us with great concern.

The burly George sighed. According to a nurse who survived the shooting, she saw a criminal chasing Charlotte with a gun.

Now, the identities of most of the victims have been confirmed, and Charlotte, Dan and chef Chris are among the few missing.

George comforted:

"Now... not finding him is actually good news. He may be fine."

"Wow, wow, wow..." Gwen couldn't help but burst into tears as she squatted on the spot, filled with sorrow from her heart.

Charlotte is her best friend since childhood and the person closest to her besides her father.

Obviously, the two of them were together yesterday. Obviously, if they left one day earlier, nothing would have happened. Obviously, as long as...

George sighed again. He really wanted to hug Gwen and comfort her, but he still had a lot of work to do.

Turning around, George picked up the intercom and walked to the door of the sanatorium:

"Andrew! Search with all your might. We must find out the direction they left from! They have hostages in their hands. Now you..."

Holding the walkie-talkie, George was completely stunned. In his sight, Charlotte, wearing a white tank top and leaving bloody footprints along the way, walked towards the bloody crime scene.

Charlotte's expression was somewhat innocent, as if she didn't know what was going on, but she showed no fear at all when facing the blood splattered on the wall and the hellish scene in the entire sanatorium.

He was as clean as a child who had just come home from school.

Full of dissonance.

He walked all the way to George, looked at George's shocked expression, and Charlotte, who was exhausted, smiled.

The policemen passing by were all stunned. They stopped what they were doing and looked at him blankly.

No? Where did you come from?

"He's okay?! Uncle Ben, look! Charlotte is fine!" Gwen was surprised with tears on her face when she saw Charlotte appearing at the door.

Covering his chest, Ben's originally heavy heart fell to the ground.

No matter what happens, it's okay, as long as it's okay.

George's face was also filled with joy, and he stepped forward and patted Charlotte on the shoulder.

"Charlotte, where have you been hiding?"

"I'm not hiding. I've been staying in the kitchen the whole time. No one else has come here..."

George frowned:

"You mean, you were hiding in the kitchen the whole time? And no policeman came in?"

Turning his head, George looked at his subordinates.

The police looked at each other in bewilderment.

"The kitchen? Didn't you search it?"

"Ah? Didn't you say you were going?"

"I thought you'd been there!"

"I thought he had been there!"

Soon, the negligent police officers began to blame each other.

Under the camera of the news reporter, Charlotte was taken to the ambulance.

George came to the kitchen door first, and saw a mind-boggling corpse against the wall.

Even George felt ashamed of such a scene.

This was a huge mistake by their police.

So many police officers, conducting a thorough search, what are you looking for?

That’s outrageous!