"You! Them? What on earth is this?" The girl's mother couldn't figure out why these people wanted to steal her son's toy car. As a sheriff, she felt that something was a bit strange.
But she thought that it was just a toy, so she could just take it away. Her husband, son, and daughter were all around her. It was inappropriate and not worth it for her to chase them alone.
Even if she caught up with them, she felt that it would not make much sense. These guys who stole the toy car looked quite abnormal. What if they were psychopaths who ran out of the hospital?
A man and a woman ran in two directions. The girl's mother, who had the highest combat power at the scene, did not chase them. Bella, who had a strong psychological quality, did not chase them either. This matter had nothing to do with her!
The young girl was quite smart. She stood on the outside early. At this time, she quickly stretched her legs and tripped the woman who stole the toy car.
The girl's mother was a little helpless, but the person had already fallen down, and she couldn't ignore it. She ran over quickly and subdued the woman with a standard military grappling action, and took back the bear child's toy car.
What a glorious victory!
Although she felt that there was a secret in the toy car, Bella was ready to retreat. She was just a passerby, why would she waste time here?
At this time, she also heard the news of the flight and said goodbye to the family of five.
"Well, my suggestion is that you'd better call the police as soon as possible. The target of these guys is very problematic."
She took out a note and quickly wrote a line of words: "Nice to meet you, I'm Isabella Swan, this is my phone number, if the police need to verify, you can contact me at any time."
For some reason, she handed the note to the young girl.
I don't know the reason, probably because of her high appearance.
When the girl heard her self-introduction, she also introduced herself: "Natasha Romanoff."
Who? ! Bella's eyes suddenly became very strange.
Secretly telling herself to stay calm, she looked the girl up and down, and asked hesitantly: "What year were you born?"
If a man asked this question, it would definitely be very abrupt, either being splashed with water or kicked, but it would be fine if a woman asked it.
The young girl Natasha was not mentally prepared for this question, and answered casually: "1984, how about you, Miss Swan."
"Uh, I was born in 1983, you can call me Bella."
"Nata." Miss Natasha Romanov's answer was brief, powerful, and quite handsome.
The conversation between the two beauties ended quickly, or it would be better to say that Bella ran away in a hurry.
Now that Natasha is here, will Hawkeye and Tony Stark jump out in the next second? Whether she is a little beauty or a big beauty, whether she was born in 1984 or 1884, it has nothing to do with her. As an ordinary person, she should run away.
Bella bought a pair of sunglasses that looked very stylish for the cheap old man in the store, and soon forgot about Natasha.
Then she found her boarding gate, and before she was about to take a step, a sudden omen made her stop.
A lot of meaningless images suddenly appeared in her mind, diseases, corruption, disasters, killings, some of which were very real, while others were like slides, flashing out and disappearing without a trace the next moment.
Bella felt her palms were full of sweat, and her heart was beating at a very high frequency, as if she had received some kind of information, but due to the limitations of the human brain structure, she could not correctly interpret the content of the information.
Sweat soaked her forehead, her lips slightly opened, but she couldn't make any sound, as if an invisible giant hand was holding her soul tightly, and the strong fear made her almost suffocate.
"Passengers on flight 180, please be ready to board the plane." The airport broadcast was still playing as usual, but the sound transmitted to Bella's ears became intermittent electronic sound, mixed with almost imperceptible noise, as if some high-power electrical appliances were interfering.
"Why is this person standing in the middle?"
"She won't suddenly get sick, will she?"
The sudden voice was like throwing a boulder into the lake. Bella withdrew from her previous strange state and barely recovered a little mobility. She turned her head with a stiff neck and found a group of men and women passing by her under the guidance of an older teacher.
Several girls who thought they were pretty looked at Bella with sympathy. Country people, have you never been on a plane?
"Classmate, do you need help?" The middle-aged female teacher saw Bella standing at the boarding gate, neither entering nor leaving, and couldn't help asking.
"Ah? Oh, it's okay! It's okay!" Bella almost jumped up in fright. She looked at the plane in the distance, the drizzle outside the window, and the wall clock. She couldn't keep calm.
She stepped aside. Her memory was vague. She had forgotten the details of the movie she had watched many years ago, but she believed in her intuition.
You can't get on this plane! You will die if you get on!
Looking at more than 40 young men and women preparing to board the plane with great enthusiasm, she hesitated for several times and finally decided to speak.
Bella called the female teacher: "The rain outside is getting heavier and heavier. The plane was delayed for an hour before. Maybe, maybe..." She was speechless. How should she say this?
"Psycho!"
"She is dressed so rustic, she looks like she has never seen the world."
"Maybe she is right. The rain is really too heavy today."
The young students are actually the same age as Bella. At this time, they regard her as an interesting topic and discuss it quite enthusiastically.
It was clear that the boys supported her and said that they should be cautious, while the girls were sarcastic and mocking. However, after seeing the attitudes of the girls, most of the boys who supported Bella's statement also changed their camps in time.
"Really, I'm not kidding, ma'am, I have a very ominous premonition, this plane..." She was interrupted by the female teacher before she finished her words.
The other party said in a caring tone for the mentally retarded: "Miss, I suggest you go to the doctor. You are still young, and some diseases need to be treated early. It's okay, it's okay, everyone follow up!"
The female teacher greeted the students to board the plane. Bella's instructions were thrown behind her. Forty men and women were already discussing the next journey.
Bella sighed, and her heart was also tangled. Did she remember it wrong? Would she get into trouble if she got involved in such a thing? Can the social and extraordinary troubles be solved by her own little shoulders?
Does the death of Americans have anything to do with her? But then she made up her mind that this had nothing to do with the United States, but with people.
Looking at the white-haired old man and the baby in the mother's arms, Bella's sense of justice prevailed. She thought the chance of this plane crashing was more than 90%, and she couldn't watch everyone die.
She kept persuading the passengers and everyone not to board this plane.
(End of this chapter)