Marvel: I have conceptual skills!

I won’t watch it anymore. I’ll just get angry no matter how much I watch.

I don’t know if Charlotte has a backup. Gwen feels ashamed of herself in the picture, and her soul of social death is ready to move.

So she turned her grief and anger into appetite.

He took out the baked dessert and stuffed it all into his stomach.

After eating and drinking, Gwen felt sleepy again and lay down on the sofa and closed her eyes.

Jingle Bell……

Jingle Bell……

The sudden ringing of the phone left Gwen unable to complain. She looked up at the luminous wall clock, picked up the phone unhappily, and looked at the caller's number.

The next moment, all the sleepiness was gone. Looking at Hank who was watching, Gwen's eyes widened little by little, and a chill washed over her body.

problem occurs!

This was Gwen's first reaction.

Gwen is of course familiar with the black man Hank, her father's colleague and old partner for many years.

But...the reason why Hank called me...

Gwen immediately remembered the last time George was attacked by a killer and rushed to the hospital.

Although he successfully killed the killer, George was seriously injured.

Gwen, who was still in elementary school at the time, received a call from Hank. She came to the hospital and looked at George, who was bleeding, and cried breathlessly.

"Hello..." Gwen, terrified, quickly answered the phone.

Hank's anxious voice came from the other end of the line.

"Gwen! Something happened! This morning your father took Charlotte to chase the criminals..."

"What! They're together? Are they okay?"

The image of Charlotte getting in the police car flashed through Gwen's mind, and Gwen asked anxiously.

"Don't be anxious. Listen to me patiently..." Hank seemed to have noticed that Gwen was very anxious, so he softened his voice, hoping to encourage Gwen and make her less anxious.

"Well, the thing is, they drove George's car all the way to Third Avenue... or was it Second Avenue..."

Gwen bit her lip, her expression growing more anxious.

Please tell me the point! How are my father and Charlotte?

Although she was anxious, Gwen could only listen to Hank continue talking.

“Of course, they were definitely not on First Avenue at the time, where exactly…

I remember! It's Third Avenue!

cough~

There they happened to run into a gang of bikers coming in the opposite direction. The two bikers had already evaded our police's blockade and were on the verge of being at large. If George hadn't launched a pursuit, they might have really gotten away.

So George made a prompt decision and chose to help the police force turn the tide, and this was the beginning of all the misfortunes..."

As he spoke, Hank poured himself a glass of water. The scene at that time seemed to appear before his eyes. He spoke with high spirits and emotion:

"Who is George? The ace sheriff of the New York Police Department, who has solved many strange cases with his perfect partner Hank.

Under the influence of ace driver Hank, George's driving skills have improved a little, so he thought of a countermeasure at the first time!

He drove over to intercept the biker gang, wanting to give them an American-style stop.

But the other car was going too fast, like a galloping beast, and it crashed into George hard.

At this critical moment..."

Biting her lip...Gwen was extremely anxious.

Hank also felt Gwen's anxiety, so he comforted her:

"Don't worry, it's not over yet~

Because George is not stupid, at this critical moment, he drove out of the way and then drove after it. "

"Ah——" Gwen couldn't help it. What did she mean by not dying this time? What about next time? Did something happen to her father?

"Uncle Hank! What happened to my father and Charlotte!?"

Hank smacked his lips, still unsatisfied, and drank the cold water in the cup in one gulp.

I was talking with great interest, but after hearing Gwen's anxious crying, I could only say helplessly:

"I told you not to rush, not to rush, not to rush.

Don't worry, Charlotte is fine, and he even managed to catch the bastard from the biker gang."

Gwen breathed a sigh of relief.

Then Hank changed the subject:

"But George was not so lucky. He was shot twice and died..."

"What!!!" Gwen's face turned pale, and she almost couldn't hold the phone. She felt cold in her heart and slumped on the sofa.

"No——" Hank sent the screenshot of George being carried by a princess to the working group. Looking at his masterpiece, he added with a smug grin:

"Yes, he was shot twice and died instantly!

Apart from that, George is fine. He has been given a holiday and is currently in hospital for treatment. His injuries are not serious.”

"Ah——It's just social death~"

Gwen was relieved to hear the news.

It doesn't matter if George She dies, as long as the person is safe.

"Uncle Hank, which hospital are you in now? I'll be right over."

"Which hospital?" Hank blinked and asked:

"we are at……"

"Hank——" George's full-throated roar suddenly sounded on the phone:

"What did you, you son of a bitch, post in the working group? I'm going to kill you!"

The sound of wind and Hank's screams and struggles came from the phone. Poor Hank seemed to have his nose strangled, and he could only say weakly:

“We’re at New York-Presbyterian Hospital.

Princess George...it's too late~ You didn't think the working group had an undo function!

Everyone saved it!

Take a look at You Lan’s first comment:

Oh my goodness, this picture should really be printed out and displayed in the police department's display case as a tribute to the best detective in the NYPD.

Ahhhh——”

After hanging up the phone and hearing George's voice, Gwen was sure that George was indeed fine and had the time to maintain his reputation.

But...what the hell is Princess George?

Did her father come out? Was he looking for a male mother?

If this were the case, she would not be able to accept it and would definitely choose to run away from home without hesitation.

It is true that appropriate fitness attracts the opposite sex, while excessive fitness attracts the same sex.

Soon, Gwen arrived at New York Presbyterian Hospital and saw George with a bandage on his shoulder.

George's face was pale. He lay powerlessly on the hospital bed, staring at the ceiling with despair.

On the other side, Hank was peeling an apple with a fruit knife, looking as happy as a fool who had picked up 500 million yuan.

Putting the schoolbag on the chair, Gwen asked curiously:

"Dad~ Hank said you were seriously injured, didn't he? Why do you look like you're about to die?"

"Hehe~" Hank laughed foolishly, with a long apple peel hanging in front of the fruit knife.

"He's not dead, but his heart is dead..."

Hurt? Gwen's eyes widened, and she had a clearer understanding of her previous guess.

"Could it be, Dad...you really failed in confessing your love to a man?"

George straightened his upper body from the bed, ignoring the pain in his left shoulder.

"What the hell??? Who spread this rumor again!!!"