Marvel: I have conceptual skills!

Pick up the intercom and finish the call.

In my sight, Charlotte has already arrived at the bus stop, quietly waiting for the bus.

After a little thought, George started the police car and drove to Shanuo's side.

"Where are you going, kid? Let me take you there~"

Oh, there is such a good thing.

"George, I'm going to Third Avenue. Is it on your way?" Charlotte asked happily.

George waved his hand, motioning Charlotte to get in the car, and said viciously:

"Of course I'm on my way! Even if it's not on my way, I'll still go there!"

Charlotte sat in the passenger seat. George looked in the rearview mirror and sneered at Gwen's little head leaning against the window.

He started the car and drove out quickly under Gwen's dumbfounded gaze.

George looked at Gwen, who was eagerly waiting in the rearview mirror, and Charlotte, who was heartless in the co-pilot seat. He was silent for a long time, and suddenly thought of another possibility:

Maybe it’s not that the pigs from other houses want to eat your cabbages, but that your cabbages are thinking about the pigs from other houses.

When he thought of this possibility, his expression became somewhat complicated.

After all, my daughter has grown up, and it is impossible for her to never fall in love.

Sooner or later, Gwen would bring home a biker boy to test the limits of his heart.

Compared to those gangsters who are even more unsightly than Charlotte, Charlotte is indeed more acceptable.

But... he also didn't want Gwen to fall into the pit of psychopathic fire.

The car fell into silence for a while. George looked solemn, but Charlotte did not feel uncomfortable at all. Instead, she put her hands behind her head leisurely.

Feel the leather seats and adjust the comfort level of the seats.

This was his first time riding in a police car, and the feeling was unexpectedly quite good.

This is a Chevrolet Suburban that has been modified and upgraded to be comfortable, safe and powerful.

Behind him was a specially made iron fence, and behind that was the back seat of the vehicle used to hold arrested criminals.

Charlotte curiously stuck his head out towards the back. Compared to sitting here, he actually wanted to experience sitting in the back. The feeling there must be very novel.

"Charlotte, what do you think of Gwen?" George started the conversation first.

"Ah?" Charlotte was stunned for a moment, then answered honestly:

"Gwen? She's a nice person, but she's too nice ~ it makes her seem silly and not very smart."

George frowned at Charlotte's comment.

"I mean…what do you think of Gwen as a girlfriend?"

"Her? As a girlfriend?" Charlotte looked surprised, thought for a moment, and then secretly told George:

"No, buddy, you may not know this, but Gwen is not mentally sound."

Hearing this, George's eyes widened.

What nonsense are you talking about you psychopath?

"Gwen often talks to herself and makes creepy giggles behind people's backs. In her spare time, she talks to her dolls."

Charlotte continued to accuse:

"Especially recently, she's suddenly not even afraid of spiders. She didn't do a good scientific experiment, but studied the Constitution. I think she's probably crazy."

Ah, this——

I have been paying less attention to Gwen recently. When I think about it carefully, Gwen's recent behavior is indeed very strange. She ran out in the middle of the night without sleeping, and came back to climb through other people's windows. She was full of energy and had not slept all night.

Is Gwen really sick?

Maybe I should pick a time to take her to the hospital for a thorough check-up.

Soon the vehicle entered the one-way street heading towards Third Avenue.

While driving, the walkie-talkie at hand rang again. George was about to answer it helplessly, but Charlotte next to him was quick to pick up the walkie-talkie first.

"Don't talk on the phone while driving, George! I advise you not to break the law. Let me help you!"

Without waiting for George to refuse, Shanuo answered the intercom and pressed the hands-free button.

You Lan's anxious voice was heard over the police channel.

"Oh! Fuck! That bastard actually had the guts to ram a police car! When I catch him, I'm going to beat his ass."

"Stop him! Stop him quickly! Don't let this bastard escape." It was an unfamiliar voice.

"Shit! I can't catch up with him at all! How do I stop him?" Hank's voice came.

"Go to Third Avenue and send police cars to encircle Third Avenue. We must not let this bitch get away."

"That son of a bitch bastard, I hate car chases the most." Hank's voice sounded again.

"The helicopter has locked onto his route. Third Avenue is less crowded. We can deploy a tire puncture device to puncture his tires."

The voices on the intercom rang out all at once.

Charlotte didn't expect to encounter such an exciting thing when riding in a police car for the first time. She said with surprise:

"George, hurry up! They're on Third Avenue, let's go join the car chase."

Slowing down the police car and stopping it on the side of the road, George rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"Car chase? What car chase? Charlotte! Get out of the car right now. I have something important to take care of."

George really needed to join this hunt, but how could he take Charlotte with him?

After all, car chases are still somewhat dangerous.

"Don't be like this, George." Charlotte's eyes flashed with anticipation.

"I think I can help a lot, for example... I can cheer you on from the sidelines."

"Shut up and get out of the car," George said angrily.

Xia Nuo rolled his eyes and smiled flatteringly:

"How about we make a deal?

I know you're worried about Gwen meeting some shady people, like that cross-dresser Parker.

How about I help you get rid of that Parker and stop him from bothering Gwen?

And you just need to take me to participate in this car chase, don't worry, I will never make trouble."

Shanuo's words inevitably made George a little moved, but he quickly made up his mind.

"Get out of the car immediately and go deliver your takeaway! I believe Gwen can handle her own affairs."

Before he could finish his words, a screeching sound of brakes was heard on the street ahead.

When I looked up, I saw that it was a brown sports car coming in the opposite direction, running at full speed and rushing forward.

There were screams and curses in the street.

A voice came over the intercom.

“That damn bastard, he didn’t even go to Third Avenue, we were fooled!

He turned, he turned, he went onto a one-way street, bastard, how dare he?

"Bang—Oh no! I was in a car accident! Requesting help—"

"That's the helicopter's blind spot. What should we do now? Should we continue to send people to intercept?"

"We didn't send any police there. The police were on Third Avenue. Who knew he would turn there? Is he really not afraid of death?"

"It seems that the other party's next move is to turn onto Second Avenue and go all the way to the highway.

Given the performance of the other vehicle, we are likely to lose it on the highway, and then we will have to contact the bastards in the next state for help."

The reversing supercar in the field of vision was very skilled in driving. Half of the car rushed onto the sidewalk, turning left and right to avoid vehicles and pedestrians, and moving forward at a rapid speed.

Seeing the police car parked on the side of the road, the other party was slightly stunned, thinking that the police had already discovered his plan.

I never expected that George just happened to be there.