Marvel: I have conceptual skills!

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The police car started and drifted gracefully, bypassing the hurriedly approaching policewoman Carter. Charlotte saluted her through the car window with one hand on her forehead.

The car sped up and moved forward under Carter's angry eyes.

“How dare you…!”

With her palms resting on the car window, her long, smooth hair spilled out of the car, dancing in the wind.

It gives the entire police car a hazy mood.

He really dares, and he dares...

Carter widened his eyes and shouted:

"No—! Father Cage—you can't—"

Carter was already running out of breath, supporting himself with his hands on his thighs.

Looking at the police car driving away from her, she was filled with despair.

God knows! This is the first time she drives this old car today!

And I heard that this was George's former car. George must have loved this car. If he knew that he had lost it...

Holding my head...

The first time I got lost on duty, I actually encountered such a thing!

What's even more bizarre is that she left all her equipment, including her pistol, walkie-talkie, phone, etc., in the car.

I once had a job...

Then it was free...

Carter could only watch as her police car stopped in the distance, and three other ragged homeless people got into her police car one by one.

Johnny, who sat in the co-pilot seat, gathered the equipment placed there and placed it in the storage box.

Stark and Ethan in the back seat also consciously fastened their seat belts.

Stark couldn't help but complain:

"I thought I would never ride in your car again, that feeling made me feel like I was in danger all the time.

And... robbing a police car in New York is also a stupid thing to do, but I'm sure the NYPD officers are even stupider..."

"Sit tight~" The police car started rapidly, blowing exhaust fumes into Carter's mouth as he pounced on it.

Watching her police car speeding away, Policewoman Carter pounded the ground angrily.

Damn it! Today is not going well at all!

The police car drove along the narrow roads of Brooklyn, and soon arrived at the Brooklyn Bridge.

As time passes by, more cars and people appear on the road.

Although Charlotte did not turn on the siren, a speeding police car was enough to attract attention, especially when Charlotte opened the window and saw his flowing soft hair.

Move with the wind...

Like tentacles, they danced outside the car window in front of Stark's face.

Charlotte shook his cool head with three chins, making his hair tremble, like water and mist, enjoying the silky smoothness~

With one hand on the steering wheel, the police car jumped out of the Brooklyn Bridge and came to the streets of Manhattan.

The whole city immediately became noisy.

Poor Carter has not had time to contact her leader yet. She most likely forgot her colleagues' phone numbers and the police number again, leaving all the police officers unaware that her police car had been stolen.

So, when the car stopped at the intersection and the police intercom inside the car rang, not because they were being chased, but because they were calling for backup for a car chase, Charlotte's eyes lit up.

He raised his hand and skillfully turned on the police lights, then stepped on the accelerator. The vehicle made a roaring shriek, accompanied by a shrill siren. The police car no longer waited for the traffic light, but suddenly rushed out of the traffic and started moving forward at high speed.

Drift gracefully and flexibly, avoiding the whistling cars in order to join this car chase.

Charlotte used his most common method, going in reverse.

In the car, the three men were in a very stable mental state. They were used to the thrill of swimming in the sea, and Charlotte, who was not drunk, was just a small scene for them.

Dodging a passerby who was hit by another car, Charlotte made rapid progress and successfully arrived at the battlefield.

"Good morning everyone~ Welcome to the live broadcast room of everyone's favorite racing show. I have to say that everyone wakes up very early~

Open the window and breathe in some fresh air.

Perhaps this thrilling chase is happening right outside your window.

The sparse traffic makes this car chase more dependent on the configuration.

We can see that the first police car to arrive at the battlefield is our old acquaintance - George Stacy~

As the Sheriff of New York, he has a rich history of fast cars, and of course being carried by a princess is one of them..."

As the car speed gradually increased, George kept chasing steadily, listening to the radio in the car with a silent expression.

He slowly shifted the front of the car, started to accelerate, and was ready to give the opponent a PIT.

Sure enough, the media helicopter in the sky immediately screamed and explained his actions, and also vividly described the trap that the police ahead had prepared.

With a sudden turn of the steering wheel, the suspect vehicle drifted and not only avoided George's PIT, but also turned the front of the car and drove in the direction it came from.

"I knew it!"

After trying several times, George felt a sinking feeling in his heart. It seemed that the racing bastard opposite him was also listening to the live racing program.

No wonder it was like I had a perspective hack installed before.

George cursed in his heart:

“Damn the media!”

At the same time, Charlotte, who was also listening to the live broadcast and the police channel, turned the steering wheel and drove past the confused Hank at high speed.

Hank looked at Charlotte's license plate number in disbelief while holding the intercom, and immediately reminded everyone on the intercom loudly:

"Everybody be careful! Everybody be careful! Carter is coming!"

"Are you sure it was Carter?" The director, who had just arrived at work and hadn't even sat down in the office, trembled all over.

He picked up the intercom and yelled:

"Call her back now! Right now!

She's going to destroy Manhattan!"