Marvel: I have conceptual skills!

The sky gradually darkened and heavy snow began to fall again, turning the world into a vast expanse of white.

The freezing cold wind cut into my body like a knife, and the only sound I could hear was the whistling wind in my ears.

Even after being invited again, Gwen was still unwilling to join Charlotte's black robe patrol team, especially after seeing Charlotte's ugly black robe.

Gwen was very motivated when she learned that the criminals could be exchanged for a bounty. She couldn't wait to separate from Charlotte and headed east alone. Charlotte also swung on the spider silk and went to find her team members of the Black Robe Patrol in the wind and snow.

In Brooklyn, Charlotte flew down and floated in the air behind Jessica, who was covered in snowflakes.

At this time, Jessica was wearing the battle suit made for her by Charlotte. She looked like a shrunken Batman. Her weak figure was made to look strong by the bulges of the armor, and her short stature made her look more like an underage Robin.

But treating her as Batman is definitely asking for trouble. Whose Batman is so stupid?

Although it was a snowy night, she was dressed in black and still looked very clear. Charlotte was completely stuck to the position she had made, and Jessica only then realized there was someone behind her.

"Spider-Man? You here?"

Jessica made a puzzled sound and tried to turn her head to look behind her, but she was just spinning in the air.

Charlotte patted Jessica's head, turned over and landed on the snow on the top of the building.

The equally conspicuous black cat had a cool coat of fur on her body. She leaned against the wall of the building in a seductive manner, with her hands clasped under her chest, squeezing her chest into an explosive arc, and tilted her head back and stabbed:

"You are really a big-name superhero, you can come whenever you want, and you don't care about the waiting of us little characters.

Who made us not famous?

"Of course not!" Charlotte was afraid that Felicia would misunderstand, so she immediately explained:

"This is not a question of who is a big name or not, this is a question of who has the bigger fist.

Whoever has the bigger fist is the boss! "

As he spoke, Charlotte clenched his fists towards Felicia with a proud look on his face, his muscles bulging, showing how strong he was.

"You--" Felicia was filled with anger. She stood up from the wall, gritting her teeth and wishing she could pounce on Charlotte and bite her hard.

But in the end, he timidly retracted his neck.

She thought to herself: If she could beat Spider-Man, she would definitely let Spider-Man know why the flowers are so red!

During this time, Felicia and Jessica both received special training from Charlotte.

During combat training, Felicia was mercilessly grabbed in the face by Charlotte, who flew up, slammed her head into the dirt, and added a punch.

If Charlotte hadn't used [Sharing] to help her recover her body, she would have felt that she was already dead. During those days, she was beaten up by Spider-Man every day and had nightmares of being beaten up at night.

Even though all of Charlotte's attributes were shared with her, Felicia still couldn't beat him and was grabbed by the ankle and smashed to the ground.

Although she couldn't beat him, Felicia couldn't help but provoke Charlotte from time to time. She was both a novice and a playful person.

Jessica, who had also received combat training and had been beaten to tears several times, dropped from the sky. She looked around furtively and asked in a low voice:

"Spider-Man, what is our goal today? Are we going to cause trouble for the New York gangs?"

"Of course not." Charlotte curled her lips in disgust.

The fat guy Jin Bing was used for them to practice. If they played by themselves, Jin Bing would not survive more than three chapters. It was just a little more difficult to find him.

He waved to Felicia who was not far away, and Felicia, who had been paying attention to the two of them, walked up quickly with a reluctant expression.

I'm here to help because you need me.

After the three people came closer, Charlotte whispered:

"We need to find a weapon in New York. It looks like this. A weapon that can turn objects into sand. Remember to be careful. It's very dangerous."

Charlotte reminded.

"Looking for a weapon?" Felicia frowned.

Finding things is indeed her specialty, but finding a hidden weapon in such a big city like New York is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

She frowned and asked:

"Any more news? I can ask my friends for help."

The friends she mentioned were the interpersonal relationships left to her by her mother, the civet cat. They were perfect for finding things and collecting intelligence. Of course, those people would also require a small reward.

"More news..." Charlotte pinched her chin and said:

"This is a weapon that the Life Foundation is developing. Two big men secretly stole it..."

"Life Foundation?!" Jessica suddenly raised her voice, her eyebrows curved, and her slightly concentrated eyes made her look less silly.

Combined with a small Batman suit, it really has a solemn and murderous feel.

Jessica has never forgotten the company that killed her family. It has been a nightmare that will haunt her throughout her life.

Her face turned pale, her expression serious, and she looked at Charlotte intently, with a hint of anticipation in her eyes.

“Yes, it is indeed related to the Life Foundation.

Just think about it, it is impossible for two stupid thieves to easily steal the cutting-edge products that are being researched.

It is probably the business spies in the Life Foundation working together, either Stark Group or Hammer Technology."

There's also the possibility of SHIELD and HYDRA.

Charlotte tapped her chin and said:

"I'm more suspicious of Hammer Technology. Of course, it's possible that it came from other forces."

Listening to Charlotte's words, Felicia seemed to be thinking about something, while Jessica nodded repeatedly.

……

Under the night sky of Queens, in the heavy snow, a sturdy white man with cold eyes walked on the road, holding a strange weapon that looked like a giant Bluetooth headset with orange and yellow light.

He raised his hand and looked at the instrument. He could vaguely hear the sound of sirens in front of him. What was coming towards him was the police car carrying the fat boss.

He picked up the "earphones" and aimed them at the police car that was slowing down in the snowy night and honking its horn as if it had noticed him. The sturdy man looked at him coldly and raised his hand to press the launch button on the top.

The buzzing radiation microwaves distorted the air, melting the snowflakes into steam in an instant. The heavy snow seemed to be wiped away by him, and the police car in front became clearly visible.

With a slight sound, the rookie policeman, who had been looking impatient, immediately widened his eyes in disbelief.

He looked through the swaying wipers at the big man in front of him holding a strange weapon. His heart stopped suddenly and his mind went blank.

The surface of the steering wheel in his hand turned into sand first, sticking all over his hands, followed by the transparent windshield in front of him, which gradually became dim in his terrified sight, blocking his vision, and then tiny particles hit his face. The rustling sound of gravel could be heard everywhere in the police car.

The policeman opened his mouth, swallowed sand, picked up the walkie-talkie, and was about to call for help.

With a "bang", the four tires of the police car deflated at the same time, causing the police car, which had already slowed down, to start sliding on the ground.

hum-

A shock wave sounded from the top of the weapon, and a pale yellow light wave pushed forward along the cement road, clearing the flying snow in the sky, and even the police car and the road, blasting everything in front into gravel.

The police and the fat boss were caught off guard and were buried by the police car which turned into sand in an instant.

The police officer quickly stood up to check, but with just a slight movement, his police uniform shattered into various pieces of sand, including the pistol at his waist and the walkie-talkie he had just held in his hand to try to call for help.

Standing in a sea of ​​sand, the snowflakes that had paused for a moment began to fall again. The naked rookie police officer shivered on the spot, staring at everything around him, his heart filled with confusion.

At the same time, the fat boss behind him struggled to get up, spitting out sand from his mouth and looking around in horror.

"Run away! Run away! I want to run away immediately!"

The handcuffs on his hands had long been shattered, but he was naked and had a broken leg, making it difficult for him to move.

He hadn't taken even two steps when he was pounced on and thrown to the ground by the police officer who was following him.

Raising his fist, the police officer ignored the naked bodies of the two men and the gravel all over their bodies, mustered up all his strength and punched the fat boss in the face twice, then asked:

"Tell me - what's the situation now, what did you do?!"

Holding the giant "headphones" in his hands, facing the flying snow and stepping on the gravel, the giant roared angrily:

"Flint Malco! You come out here!

You actually killed Billy, and you dared to escape. Tell me immediately where you hid the things!"

The fat boss was beaten to the point of spitting blood. When he heard the sound, he shuddered and his face was full of panic. Even though his whole body was in unbearable pain, he still closed his mouth and remained silent.