Marvel: I have conceptual skills!

Sitting in the truck, ten fully armed men in black silently checked the guns in their hands.

They were wearing the same black combat uniform, their entire bodies wrapped tightly, even their faces were covered with masks, revealing only their cruel and ruthless eyes.

Taking out a photo, the captain asked everyone to pass it around and look at the boy in the photo.

"Our target is him! Be careful, the target is not an ordinary person, he has unknown super powers!

Remember his appearance... As for the others... Kill them without mercy!"

After saying this, he raised his watch and everyone started to check the time.

"Ten minutes later, we will enter from the main gate. Group A, you will head left and enter the medical area. I will lead Group B into the living area. Once we find him, we will knock him out and take him away. Remember, we only have ten minutes.

After the gunshots, Group C can only hold out for ten minutes. The police will arrive in ten minutes! It will be too late to leave by then."

No one spoke, they just looked at each other and raised their guns.

"Action now!" With this command, the truck door opened and everyone jumped off the truck in an orderly manner. The few passers-by also looked at them in surprise.

"You are……"

bang——

Gunshots were heard, and the security guard at the door was shot and fell to the ground, and was sent directly to see God.

The crowd moved forward with brisk steps, and soon the entire mental hospital was filled with the sound of gunfire and screams.

At this time, Charlotte, who was staying in her room, raised her head in confusion.

He was wearing a loose white tank top and floral shorts, and had two slippers of different colors on his feet, one on the left and one on the right.

Xia Luoke worked hard to dress like this energetic young man.

He was still waiting for Ben and Gwen to pick him up in a few hours to give them a little surprise~

But what is this sound? Are there people cheering? Why are they so happy?

Who is setting off firecrackers? Is this to celebrate leaving Arkham Asylum?

These bastards! Can't they wait until I leave before celebrating?! Charlotte opened the door and poked her head out angrily.

bang——

Charlotte's pupils suddenly contracted, and blood spurted out in front of him. A caregiver who had the best relationship with him was shot in the head and fell to the ground in front of him with his eyes open. Scarlet liquid sprayed all over the ground.

Charlotte looked in disbelief towards the place where the gunshots came from, where a man in black holding a rifle also discovered him.

Without hesitation, Charlotte stood up and ran. Fortunately, his room was just around the corner, and he disappeared from the sight of the man in black with a quick move.

As for returning to the ward and waiting for rescue?

Are you kidding? There is no anti-lock function in the wards of a mental hospital.

Staying in the room is no different than committing suicide.

The high mental value allowed him to calm down quickly when facing death for the first time, and also made him think of the most beneficial thing for him at the moment.

That is my superpower.

Dirty talk! Dirty talk! Say something dirty! My brain!

"Hehe~Come and chase me~If you catch up with me, I will let you hehehehe!"

Snapped--

While running away, Charlotte slapped herself lightly on the mouth.

Don't talk too much! Think about it first!

Hearing Charlotte's dirty talk, the two men in black looked at each other.

The man in black who had just fired the bullet held a rifle, sneered, and said cruelly:

"Just leave it to me! I'll beat him into a sieve!"

The other man in black nodded and walked towards another door with his rifle.

With faster and faster steps, Charlotte had arrived at the restaurant of the mental hospital. The ground was covered with blood and corpses, but Charlotte had no time to reminisce.

Weapons! Weapons! He must find weapons!

I glanced at the tables in the cafeteria, and saw that they were all filled with elastic plastic knives and forks.

I glanced back and saw that the man in black had not caught up yet.

Charlotte immediately rushed towards the kitchen.

Sure enough, the gate here had been destroyed by someone, and the chef's body could be vaguely seen in the corner.

His eyes quickly moved left and right to identify the target, then Charlotte picked up a steel knife from the knife rack and held it in his hand.

Hearing the noise coming from the direction of the restaurant, Charlotte didn't dare to hesitate too much. He squatted behind the shelf of pots and pans and hid himself.

bang——

The door of the restaurant was kicked open.

He was whistling and his heavy military boots hit the ground with a crisp "clacking" sound.

With a black military mask on his face and sharp eyes sweeping across the shelves, the man in black holding a gun sneered:

"Come out! Yellow-skinned boy - I've seen you, don't worry ~ Like your friends, I will give you a rotten tomato rating ~"

Although he said this, the man in black's eyes stopped at the shelf. He held the rifle in his arms, not moving and unwilling to move forward.

The other party is very cautious.

Holding a table knife, Charlotte squatted on the ground and couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth.

Fortunately, I am also in good spirits!

His mental value made him afraid but not terrified, and made his hands holding the knife tremble but not fearful.

Run out and kill him? Stab him in the neck with a knife?

Do not--

Not to mention that he had never had any experience in killing, let alone the fact that the other person was holding a rifle in his hand.

Hiding the knife is just one's last line of defense.

What's the difference between rushing out and committing suicide?

He opened the system panel and looked at his skill card.

With a friendly smile, Charlotte stood up, revealing half of his head, and looked at the man in black with a somewhat neurotic smile and said:

"You guys are here to look for me, right? Okay~ You've caught up with me~ You can laugh out loud now~

Yes, I am the person with super powers you are looking for!"

"Hey! Hey! Hey!" The man in black laughed stiffly and harshly, looking at Charlotte with contempt and mockingly said:

"Superpower? You?! Who said we were here to find you?!

We have found our target! Now you can die..."

As he said that, he raised the muzzle of the gun and pointed it at half of Charlotte's head, ready to shoot. Charlotte stretched out his hand towards the man in black holding the gun and said:

"Congratulations, you caught up with me. Now give me the gun, it's my turn to chase you~"

"You idiot! Fuck you! What nonsense are you saying?"

The man in black laughed wildly at Charlotte, picking up the rifle and pulling it from his neck.

He tilted his head and looked at Charlotte, his eyes wide open and his expression ferocious under the mask.

"Go to hell! Damn monkey!"

As he spoke, he held the rifle in both hands, walked forward with a fierce look on his face, and handed the rifle in his hand to Charlotte in front of him.

Seeing Charlotte taking the rifle with a shy smile and pointing it at himself, the man in black was shocked and turned around, trying to escape as soon as possible.

"Stay where you are, I'm not a very good shooter."

After saying that, Charlotte pulled the trigger.

His shooting skills were indeed not good. The recoil hit his shoulder and his wrist was sore.

But two bullets shot out from the shaking muzzle, one hit the black-clad man's thigh, and the other blew up his crotch, followed by a painful wail.

Charlotte blinked, looked at the man in black who was bleeding profusely, and asked:

"I told you not to move? Look, if you move I'll hit you~"

As he spoke, the trigger was pulled again.