Marvel: I have conceptual skills!

"Wuhu~"

Dressed in Santa Claus costume, floating in the night sky holding on to spider silk.

The Christmas hat on his head fluttered in the wind, and the snow-white beard stuck to Charlotte's chin. Although he was not carrying heavy Christmas gifts, Charlotte really had an interesting feeling that he was Santa Claus who was about to give gifts to the criminals.

Santa Claus has not forgotten the children, and Santa Spider also gives the same deep love to criminals.

The world is reflected in all its red and green colors before their eyes. However, the criminals do not know how to cherish or take a rest during this beautiful festival. Instead, they are full of hope and want to take advantage of this opportunity to seek excitement and commit crimes secretly.

At this time, the old Santa Claus spider who loved them deeply would crawl into their homes along the chimney, covered with black coal stains, and say with a grim smile:

"I'm going to throw some dust in your eyes!"

He casually knocked over a serial killer holding a sharp knife and stuck him to the car with his butt facing up. Charlotte leaned against the car, flicking the scalpel in his hand and yawned nonchalantly.

"Man, why are you doing this?

Why are you going out to suffer instead of staying at home and enjoying Christmas to help Santa Claus Spider achieve sales? "

He reached out and caught the sharp knife, then casually stabbed it into the other person's thigh.

After flipping through the wanted poster in his hand, Charlotte turned himself over and hung himself on the car. He turned his head with curiosity to look at his screaming companion beside him, comparing it with a photo.

The warm red hat on his head fell into the snow, and his beard hung down to the ground.

"You're the apple demon, right? You like to stuff apples into your victims' bodies?"

"Damn Spider-Man, put me down now!

I'm going to fuck you up! "

A well-intentioned greeting will never be met with a sincere response.

Such dirty words made Charlotte spread his hands helplessly. There are always criminals who think Spider-Man is really a superhero who never fights back or retaliates.

He grabbed the handle of the knife stuck in the criminal's leg, twisted it gently a few times, and blocked his screaming mouth with spider silk.

“It’s funny, the United States has more serial killers than any other country in the world, both in the movies and in real life.

Which one of you have I caught today? Did you guys make an appointment to attend this carnival together?

I actually have some understanding of this. After all, you serial killers are not pursuing money, but spiritual satisfaction.

Just like me~"

He casually picked up his hat that was covered with snow from the ground, put it on his bearded chin, looked at the struggling criminal, and said with a smile:

"Merry Christmas, my good friend, so are you ready to enjoy this special Christmas night with me?"

He stood up nimbly, looking at the other person's flushed face and eyes full of hatred. Charlotte grabbed his trousers by both feet and pulled them gently. A cool breeze instantly poured into his whole body through the gap in his trousers.

Helped him cool down.

They used spider silk to tie him to the car like a cocoon, leaving a hole.

Squatting down and looking at the desperate man, Charlotte waved and said with a smile:

"My good friend, as an ordinary superhero, I care about the money that is offered for your bounty, but I also like to see you trying to kill me but failing, which gives me a sense of spiritual satisfaction.

But compared to all kinds of superheroes, I don’t think I stand out in the whole of New York. I’m so afraid that you will forget me after seeing more superheroes.

So, I am kind enough to leave you an unforgettable night, so that you will always remember Santa Claus Spider and the Christmas gift he gave you. "

As he spoke, Charlotte took out the other person's mobile phone, took a photo of him, and edited a text message saying "Merry Christmas, I'm an Apple gay!" and sent it to everyone in his phone.

After patting the other person's face which was distorted by anger, Charlotte inserted the phone into his mouth which was covered with spider silk, with a look of melancholy on his face.

I am such a good hero. Even though the other party killed many people, I still helped him send greetings to his family and friends. It is really touching.

Turning around and taking another photo with the criminal, Charlotte sent the photo and address to George and asked for the reward directly.

Looking through the messages George had sent before, Charlotte was sure that George seemed to be having an unhappy Christmas, even a little irritable.

Listening to the sound of sirens beside her ears, Charlotte yawned again.

That’s all for today’s work. I’m going to go back and open my Christmas presents early.

After swinging on the spider silk and bouncing several times, he transformed into Charlotte and landed in an alley and walked out.

The "Lightning" lingerie store next to the haunted house failed again because the haunted house was not scary that year and few people who came out wet their pants.

So, Charlotte and Francie unanimously decided to open another haunted house that could make people wet their pants.

The scariest of the bunch is a screaming baboon that sprays water from its genitals into the target's pants.

The underwear shop's business is still bleak, but the hotel not far away is much more popular.

The two stores that hired Jessica as a clerk are suffering from continued losses.

This really hurt Charlotte and Francie. Charlotte had previously thought Francie's idea was genius.

I didn't expect it to end up like this.

Ben and Mei comforted Charlotte after her business failed.

And suggested that Charlotte find a more serious industry.

So Charlotte is discussing with Francie about opening another hotel.

Thinking about ways to make money in his mind, he walked to the intersection at the corner of the street in a khaki cotton coat.

There, a police car with flashing lights was parked on the side of the road, and the passenger's head was shaking up and down as he listened to dynamic music.

"Did you find it? Great! Stabbed? And frozen?

Damn Spider-Man! Damn criminals!

They won't even let us have some peace at Christmas.

Do Spider-Man and criminals have no parents? They are running around on Christmas!

Just a stab wound to the thigh? Then just leave him at the police station and close the case, and then send him to the hospital tomorrow morning.

ask?

If you ask, just say there is a shortage of police officers, spiders are running around, official duties are busy, bastards are causing trouble, cases are happening frequently, and society is in turmoil. We are so busy that we have forgotten!

Damn it! Can't he be like Ghost Spider and behave himself today?

Not a normal attack? Apple demon? Are you sure? Okay, I'll be there in a minute."

After hanging up the phone, George, who was standing next to the police car, turned around and saw Charlotte coming.

George forced a smile and raised his hand to greet Charlotte.

"Hi~Charlotte.

As you can see, there is no day of peace for police officers, especially when they are accused of a lot of inexplicable complaints.”

"Charlotte?" Gwen took off the earphones on her ears, poked out her little head wearing a white cotton hat, smiled and waved to greet Charlotte.

George stuffed Gwen's head back and continued:

"There are a lot of assholes tonight, you two should be careful."

Turning off the police lights, George continued:

"We happened to meet here, so I'll leave the car to you. Stop messing around and go back by yourselves. I still have work to do.

Gwen! You stay in the passenger seat!

And pass me the intercom."

Charlotte opened her mouth, looked at George who was sorting out his equipment, nodded, and said expectantly:

"If I encounter a crime, can I turn on my police lights and give chase?"

George paused and said with a gloomy face:

"Gwen, go to the driver's seat, and you, Charlotte, sit in the back!"

"Okay~" Charlotte spread her hands innocently.

Just as he was about to go forward, he looked up at the night sky with some confusion, where a yellowish-brown wind was blowing towards here.