Chapter 203 I forgot the name~
Charlotte gave him an irrefutable reason:
"I don't like drawing second-hand blood~"
This reason was so powerful and convincing that Dr. Dark Night remained silent.
Stepping on the blood all over the floor, Charlotte quickly got the test results, and Gwen on the ceiling also leaned over to look.
Compared to the lizardman blood studied before, Dr. Dark Night's blood is more strange.
This cross-dimensional mutation gave Dr. Dark Night's blood extraordinary powers, but it also caused the blood to lose its activity the moment it left his body.
Charlotte, who didn't believe it, could only smoke two more pipes.
The subsequent research not only failed to solve Charlotte's doubts, but instead gave her more questions.
With a twirling of his fingers and a flick of the knife tip, Charlotte cut off another piece of Dr. Dark Night's skin as he groaned in shock. He glanced at the rapidly healing Dr. Dark Night and placed the skin cells and blood under an electron microscope.
After a brief observation, Charlotte seemed to have thought of something and brought Mobius's discharge instrument from a distance. Using Mobius's technology, he gave a weak electric shock to the blood and cells in the slide.
As the cells and blood regained their weak activity, several question marks slowly appeared in Charlotte's head.
No...it really is related to electric shock!
As she studied it, Charlotte frowned.
It seems that he is studying Doctor Dark Night, but in fact he is studying the family of heirs more. He uses this hard-won opportunity to find their flaws and have a better understanding of them.
However, judging from the results obtained so far, this task is not that simple and cannot be completed in a short time.
"Okay, let's go to another place with these instruments and information~ Ghost Spider~ Don't worry, I will definitely cure Dr. Dark Night..."
As he spoke, Charlotte picked up Dr. Dark Night and prepared to take him to his laboratory in the underground air-raid shelter to conduct the next experiment on him.
"With these instruments?"
Gwen used her hands to measure the size of herself and the instrument, and couldn't help but puffed her lips and said:
“Oh my god—how many trips are we going to have to carry all these instruments?”
She said with a bitter face in annoyance:
"I've never done this kind of work before. Should we fly with the instrument hanging in the sky? Or should we carry it on our backs?
Wouldn't this break the instrument?
Maybe... we can call a moving company to move the equipment downstairs, or..."
"Hmm? Is it difficult?" Charlotte said from not far away.
He dragged Dr. Dark Night with one hand and casually stuffed a huge Mobius electric shock device into his chest.
Gwen couldn't help but widen her eyes and spread her hands helplessly.
"Haha...it doesn't seem that difficult..."
……
It was a dark, sunless night.
In the shadows where the street lights could not reach, there walked a black man wearing a leather jacket, an eye patch, and with a gloomy and cold temperament.
He raised his arm to check the time, quickened his pace in his leather boots again, and finally stopped in front of the Parker's yard.
After carefully observing Charlotte's house for a moment and seeing that there was no one around, Nick turned over and climbed over the fence. His toes stepped on Uncle Ben's carefully trimmed lawn, stirring up a light layer of dirt.
With rustling sounds along the way, Nick Fury came to the bottom of Charlotte's window, like a black ghost, climbing up silently.
At the same time, Charlotte, who was sleeping on the bed, opened her eyes.
'Who wants to attack me at night? Should I pretend to be asleep, and the moment he lifts the quilt, I will turn into a lizard man and shout, "Show yourself, little darling——"
Give him a big surprise?'
I don't think he would blame me, right? I called him baby~
With curiosity, Charlotte turned around.
Nick used techniques far more skilled than Spider-Man's to crawl all the way to Spider-Man's window and stuck out his dark, ghostly head.
At first glance, he saw Charlotte sleeping on the bed covered with a quilt.
After observing Charlotte for a moment, Nick took out a wire-like tool, hooked it lightly, and skillfully pried open Charlotte's most rudimentary window.
But he did not notice that in the darkness on Charlotte's bed, where no light could reach, a pair of bright eyes were staring at him quietly without blinking.
'Nick Fury?
Oh~ my Satan in women's clothing, what brand of Dark Night Elf is this.
This might be a good opportunity to... empty the magazine~ The only pity is that I don't have a gun in my room.'
No one else but Nick Fury could have made such a unique appearance.
He likes to sneak into other people's houses, show up when they are not prepared, and then start a conversation with them in this way to take control of the conversation.
Nick opened the window and tried to be as gentle as possible without making any noise. He leaned against the window and tried to enter quietly.
but……
click-
The sudden light made the head of the secret service, Nick Fury, completely frozen in place.
He raised his bald head stiffly little by little, and his one eye met a pair of panicked eyes.
This is very embarrassing...
But the more embarrassing thing is yet to come.
Charlotte shouted:
"You...who are you?"
Now that I've been discovered, there's nothing left to hide.
Nick leaped into Charlotte's room, holding his head high and chest out, maintaining the demeanor and momentum of the director of S.H.I.E.L.D. His attitude as a superior made him look extraordinary.
"I'm……"
Before he had finished speaking, Charlotte shouted:
"Help me - HRLP - someone broke into my room in the middle of the night, George! George! Did you hear me..."
That's right, Charlotte called George immediately and reported the case to the police as a victim.
Although George often thought that Charlotte was the yellow-haired one, he also often confirmed that Gwen was the yellow-haired one.
puff-
The window of Charlotte's neighbor's house exploded, carrying with it glass fragments, and George, wearing a gray short-sleeved shirt, jumped out.
He held a fully-equipped Glock in one hand, and rolled over on the ground to dissipate the inertia and impact force. With straw and glass fragments on his head, he ran towards Charlotte's house with a grim expression.
His sharp eyes immediately caught sight of Nick's back on the second floor, and there was murderous intent in his eyes.
Nick also looked behind him alertly.
Charlotte's voice not only alarmed George, but also Uncle Ben and Aunt May.
Nick, with a dark face, quickly explained loudly:
"I'm Nick Fury. I'm the director of the New York FBI. I'm not a bad guy..."
Before he could finish his words, Aunt Mei rushed in, wearing pajamas, and hit him on the bald head with her cane.
"Bad seed! Stay away from my child - go - get out of here!!"
Two more canes hit him, and Charlotte quickly protected Aunt May behind her, allowing Nick, who was protecting his head and unable to explain, to let out a long sigh.
But the next second, Charlotte grabbed Nick's waist and yelled:
"There's nothing of value here, you trespassing nigger—"
I don't know who you are! But I know I can fire all the bullets in my gun at you.
Nick: Mazefak! Who is here to steal? You are being racist.
Charlotte pressed her shoulder against his chest, holding back all the words in his heart, and used her hands to pretend to be struggling to lift up the director of S.H.I.E.L.D.
With another effort, he pushed him out of the open window. Nick was thrown to the ground and the bald man fell on the grass.
"Mazerfak! Pah——"
He raised his head and spat out a mouthful of grass and dirt.
Charlotte's strength was much greater than he had imagined, which made Nick Fury happy instead of surprised. He felt that Charlotte, who could predict his arrival, was worth training and would definitely be an outstanding S.H.I.E.L.D. agent.
Before he could think too much...the next moment, George stepped right in front of Nick's eyes.
Holding the Glock against Nick's bald head, George, with an angry look on his face, used his palm to push Nick's raised head back into the mud.
Cold voice said:
"Stay still! You damn nigger—my bullets don't have eyes, I don't mind opening a third eye for you now—"
As he spoke, George held the gun in one hand and reached for Nick's waist, ready to check whether Nick was carrying any weapons.
