Marvel: I have conceptual skills!

Charlotte stayed alone in the room and prepared to go to bed, while Bai Charlotte got on the motorcycle and set off immediately.

(Charlotte and Baicharlotte are the same person in terms of spiritual origin and thinking origin. As long as the two are in different frames, I will call him Charlotte.)

The roar of motorcycles rang out on the streets at night.

At full throttle, the piercing scream echoed through the streets of New York.

[Ding, congratulations, you get the skill card, Improper: When someone is cursing, you will feel happy from the bottom of your heart.

Free attribute points +2】

Cut~~~

He sped all the way and arrived at his destination before the night patrol officers could react.

Looking around, I saw a jeep parked downstairs of the hotel, just as Jessica said. It was pitch black inside and I couldn't see anyone clearly.

Too lazy to think too much, Charlotte walked straight into the somewhat shabby hotel.

The girl working at the entrance of the hotel had already fallen into a deep sleep, lying on the table, her chest rising and falling as she breathed evenly.

Walking through the entrance, Charlotte listened to the ups and downs of the sounds around her, calmly searched for the room number, soon found her destination, and knocked on the door.

"Who?" Jessica's voice was full of vigilance. She held a desk lamp in her hand, ready to launch a surprise attack if the situation was not right.

"It's me, Charlotte." Charlotte said.

As an immortal clone, Charlotte had a feeling of invincibility in his heart. It was so intoxicating that he wanted to die in front of others.

So much so that now Charlotte's face showed an arrogance that said "I don't eat beef", and there was a mockery of the absurdity of the world in his eyes.

"Charlotte~"

Hearing Charlotte's voice, Jessica quickly put down the desk lamp, opened the door, and looked around furtively. Seeing that there was no one around, she grabbed Charlotte and tried to drag him into the house.

He slapped Jessica's hand away and pushed her aside by her head.

I walked inside and looked at the single bed and the simple room.

A tattered table lamp was placed on a shelf at the door. The walls were covered with peeling paint and there were uncleaned spider webs in the corners.

The white sheets were stained with dark yellow dirt, the bedside tables were dirty and disgusting, and Charlotte didn't even want to take a look at the bathroom.

He turned his head and looked at Jessica who was following him with her head covered.

She had long hair dyed purple and tied into a ponytail at the back of her head. A few sticky strands of hair hung in front of her forehead, with some trivial accessories tied on them.

She was wearing a tattered, inappropriate denim jacket, with bare thighs and black stockings on her calves.

The tears wet the white and black gangster makeup on her face, making her look like a female ghost demanding revenge.

Lustful? Blinded by lust?

Haha, now Charlotte just wants to press Jessica down on the bed, strip off her clothes and take off her underwear.

Then she pulled out the rubber band from her pants, made a slingshot, and shot at the glass of the jeep downstairs.

My previous impatience seemed more like a joke I played on myself.

Seeing Jessica and the scene here, Charlotte lost interest.

He still remembered the TV series he watched in his previous life and his impression of Jessica Jones.

A marginal person without a heroic title, a sex partner of the mentally retarded black hero Luke Cage, and a sex girl who can have sex with anyone.

The impression is not deep, nor is it a good one.

Jessica caught up with Charlotte's pace and was very dissatisfied with Charlotte's rough treatment just now.

After being soaked in radioactive chemicals, she gained super powers.

Although she has no experience in dealing with things, she feels that she is not a little girl who can be controlled by anyone. She is a superhero who has not yet become famous.

But...why had I never noticed before that Charlotte was so handsome and stylish?

Glancing at the distracted Jessica, Charlotte said with disdain:

"Ms. Jones, I don't love you, but I don't want to hurt you either. Do you really have to dress up like a female ghost and destroy my eyes?"

"Ah?" Jessica was stunned, then she screamed and ran to the bathroom. Looking at her horrible appearance in the mirror, she washed her face in despair.

Walking to the window, Charlotte opened the curtains and activated her spider sense, confirming that the Jeep was indeed filled with malicious intent.

With the corners of his mouth slightly raised, a name flashed before his eyes quietly - Purple Man.

When it comes to Jessica Jones, the Purple Man is naturally the first villain that comes to mind.

Charlotte felt that the Purple Man's appearance was just right. There were a lot of dirty things that could be framed on him.

After washing her face and relaxing her mind, Jessica no longer looked haggard, but instead regained her strong body of a little girl.

"Charlotte! You can help me, but don't expect that kind of thanks from me!

I can give you some benefits, but you must help me——!"

The preface was inconsistent with the latter part. Charlotte raised an eyebrow and said:

"Of course I can help you, but I need a commission."

"Commission?" Jessica was slightly stunned. She had planned to introduce her best friend Felicia Hardy to Charlotte as a reward.

She could see that Charlotte was a good person, but not her type.

And Felicia Hardy, who has a queen-like style, should like Charlotte.

Charlotte didn't know what Jessica was thinking, but he knew:

I am not Franklin, so I won’t be liked by everyone, but Charlotte does like Franklin!!

"Commission? Are you a detective?" Jessica's eyes lit up, and her original impression of Charlotte changed drastically.

"I've dreamed of becoming a detective since I was a kid. Oh my god - I never thought, Charlotte, you're already a detective."

A detective is a detective. Charlotte only wants Franklin. She raised her hand indifferently. Charlotte raised her head and said in a full tone:

“First, the content of the agreement cannot be changed at will, and the client’s ideas must be respected. Second, the client’s privacy must be avoided, and help to cover up, and never ask too many questions. Third, keep secrets, ensure your own safety, and never easily reveal your identity and action plan to avoid danger.

Secondly, as long as the price is right, I can help you solve all your problems.

So, Miss Jones, how well can you pay me?"

A few words from the modified underground courier made Jessica's eyes sparkle with stars, and she had even greater admiration and expectations for the detective.

But Charlotte was too lazy to pay attention to her and started thinking about other things.

The Purple Man, Spider-Man, the Life Returner, S.H.I.E.L.D., and an unknown organization were connected together in Charlotte's mind, and a question floated in Charlotte's head.

How should I frame the Purple Man?

The corner of his mouth curled up into a sneer, in fact there was no need to frame him.

The Purple Man's superpowers are too dangerous. No matter what the purpose of the Life Returners is, they will never miss him as long as they find him.

The same is true for S.H.I.E.L.D. As long as they know of the existence of Purple Man, he will definitely be a serious threat.

As long as the Purple Man is lured out and exposed to everyone's sight, he will naturally become the target of public criticism and the root of all evil.

And Jessica is the best way to find the Purple Man.

(Purple Man: Don’t come over here!!!!)