Angry Marcole's brown hair was messy and dirty, and there were several bloody holes on his scalp, probably because he was broken when he was arrested.
This sturdy body, I just stood up and thought it was at least 1.8 meters tall. I was a little older and stronger than Avis, and I looked very precocious.
The angry little lion Marco is full of swearing, and his eyebrows are prominent than others, making him look even more ferocious. If you go directly to the film and television base to play a bad guy, you can play more than a dozen movies a day without makeup.
He seems to be born with a criminal appearance and physique.
"You are not yet adult, and you will be released. In a few days, you will be arrested. Sooner or later, like your father, you will be in prison and be destroyed in your life. This is the future I see in you."
Carl said calmly.
"Farke! Damn the world..."
The angry little lion Marcole didn't want to mix with a group of clowns with red and green faces, but he needed to survive.
Children without parents, without skills, junior high school students, and the moldy soup in welfare institutions cannot feed themselves at all, and they will become adults in a few days.
No matter whether he wants it or not, he doesn't have to look at the mean faces of those people in the welfare institutions.
Those miscellaneous eyes were exactly the same as what Carl said - vigilance and condemnation of the criminals.
Even though Marcole did not do any bad things except stealing food, they were still happy to treat him like his father in prison.
Apart from stealing food and property, he could not think of any other way to feed his stomach.
"What do you need, say it."
Carl induced him earnestly.
"I need a lot of money, Farke! I want to be able to eat every day!"
"No, what you need is not this. Think about it again, it has to do with dignity."
Carl tip.
This young man is not helpless, but he is a guy with a very high risk factor. He is a little harder than Avis and is much smarter.
Fortunately, he is underage and will not leave any criminal record for administrative detention.
The angry strong young man Marcole thought for a long time, shook his head and frowned, "I... don't know what to want! Fuck... I don't know what to need at all! Fark! I don't have dignity!"
"Think about it."
"Fake...I don't know..."
Marcole shook his head dumbly, and most of the angry tension was gone, but because of his strong body, he was very threatening.
The police officers would be unable to help checking his ID card when walking on the street - suspected that they were fugitives.
"If you don't know, you can only go to prison step by step because of worthless anger, theft, intentional injury, and even intentional homicide."
Carl's sharp eyes stinged Marcole's rebelliousness. He slammed the handcuffs and said dissatisfiedly: "Then tell me! What the hell do I need!!"
"Ask me politely and I will tell you."
Carl leaned his back against the chair with his hands in his shoulders.
"My...sir, please...please tell me, what do I need? To stay away from this fucking stinky life! If there is hell, I would rather go there! Farke!"
"Work, a job."
After Carl said that, he stood up and threw a business card to the angry Marcole and said, "When you are released from the detention center, come to the state bureau to find me and ask the receptionist to take you to the office of the alien bureau."
When I walked out the door, I turned around and told me: "If I don't have my permission in the future, I will not be allowed to transform, otherwise I will beat you out!"
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San Mateo City, Central District, Toys R.
Carl is in the nanny car in the basement, waiting for the goddess to finish the show.
With the rules of penetration and exchange, he can grasp the time more accurately and work well, but occasionally there are exceptions such as the ten hours of acting to the career of yesterday...
After waiting for a long time, the goddess slipped into the car like a thief, rushed to Carl's arms that exuded the fragrance of softener for civilian clothes, rubbed it hard several times, and took out two small lollipops from Carl's pocket - quite talented as a pickpocket.
"Inspector, you have been very diligent in finding me recently! You are even more diligent than when you were in San Mateo. Is it true that a small separation is better than a newlywed?"
The goddess gnawed on the lollipop and said she didn't have any money.
"If you have something important to come out, and if you want to go to Coffin City to see your father, let's take a look at you first."
Carl gentle doctrine.
The old aunt called him and Carl was 100% sure that the goddess was a descendant of Goddess Arante and also a descendant of the waterman Waster...
"Inspector, you are in a daze again, but it's better than not talking. I was really scared to death by the day before yesterday."
After eating two finger-sized lollipops, the goddess fed through Carl's pocket.
It was so scared that his appetite was so good... Carl smiled and drowsy, and quickly peeked at Tim, who looked at the goddess' precious hair like life. He was staring at the screen of his mobile phone seriously, holding an eighty-meter-meter-long sword to slash monsters. He might not have seen the goddess's black hair "defiled" by Carl. Carl touched it again with satisfaction.
"It's not that I'm dazed, thinking about something. Only by being next to you can I think about it calmly."
Carl looked at the handsome old man who was asleep on the flat seat in the front seat, gently pulled the goddess' soft jade hand, and the anxiety in his heart was filled with light little by little.
"What are you thinking about? Are you doing the case? You are not allowed to want to work in front of me, you can only think of me. Now you must think of me quickly!"
The goddess held Carl's face with her slimy paws that had eaten lollipops.
"I'm thinking of you. You're perfect. You're a great girl. I don't know if you can call you dear, or your child's mother before you die."
"Wow!" The goddess opened her mouth exaggeratedly, surrendered with her hands, and said in surprise: "Oh my god! My earth! My sunshine shines on the earth! Did the Inspector eat a whole book of love saint-level love vocabulary before coming today? Or did she load the brain with excellent love programs? Your love vocabulary level has improved so fast that people have to suspect that you are cheating!"
The goddess turned her head and asked the old warrior Wesley standing outside the car, "Uncle! Did you hear it just now? My Inspector! I want to call me dear!"
"Baby, I'm just old, not deaf, too, don't imitate your brother, don't call me uncle! Call me teacher!"
The old martial artist, who is as tall as a hill, is wearing cool sunglasses, standing outside the door, pricking up his ears and looking at the wind, making people feel safe.
"Inspector! I like you more, let's kiss you!"
The goddess was about to pounce on her again, and Carl pressed her shoulder and said in panic: "Uncle Ann is just asleep, not deaf."
"The Inspector has practiced with a pillow for several days to kiss you."
Adella, who was whispering pink, ruthlessly mocked her.
The goddess has filmed countless TV series and worked with many male stars, so she naturally has many kissing scenes.
Some have some feels and some don’t. Now with Carl, those used to be clouds.
Chapter completed!