Leziren’s happy life in Marvel

When Sherlock woke up again, he found that he was on a private plane, his hands and feet were tied, and there was even a rag stuffed in his mouth.

Opposite him sat a sturdy European young man. A huge suitcase was placed on the small table. Standing next to the muscular young man was a very large man who looked like a bodyguard.

However, what made Sherlock speechless was that, look at the people on the plane. The flight attendant was a widow. Through the widow's service room, Sherlock could vaguely see the burly man with blond hair in the cab who held his uniform tightly. Han was sitting in the co-pilot's seat and seemed to be operating the plane in a dignified manner.

Not far from him, Anna was sitting in a combat uniform.

None of the three eyes were on Sherlock, as if Sherlock and those two people didn't exist.

Having seen the situation clearly, Sherlock, although he was extremely dissatisfied with the behavior of these bad guys using him as bait, he still looked at the two "villain" gentlemen sitting opposite him with a pitiful look.

If Sherlock hadn't been speechless at this moment, Gao Luo De would have said, surrender, you have been surrounded.

The muscular man seemed to notice that Sherlock had woken up, and waved to the strong man beside him, who then stepped forward and pulled off the cloth from Sherlock's mouth.

"Nice to meet you, Planner."

The well-dressed man is wearing an elegant custom-made suit. He looks extremely elegant. Just from the appearance, one might even think that he is a child of a noble family.

But it's a pity that this guy is indeed a middleman who does everything. At least in Sherlock's opinion, this guy is definitely not a good person.

Sherlock, who didn't know what was going on, refused to answer the man's conversation.

The man didn't care. He gestured to the suitcase on the small table with his eyes before continuing.

"Okay, I know you're not very happy, and I don't want to continue to ink."

After that, a large bag of cash was thrown at Sherlock's feet. Sherlock could see clearly that the green dollar bills were full of a large bag.

"I'm not an evil ghost, I'm just a businessman and planner. If you tell me the password, all the money will be yours!"

After all, the man seemed to be confidently waiting for Sherlock to reveal the password.

Looking at the big bag of money at his feet, Sherlock admitted that he was shamelessly moved. Although he didn't know the so-called password, it didn't stop Sherlock from deceiving the money at all.

Anyway, except for the two people on the opposite side, everyone on this plane is his own, so Sherlock can rest assured.

"Wait, wait, I'm sorry to ask, are you the so-called middleman Ivy Schmidt?"

At the end, the muscular man opposite Sherlock seemed to be confident in handling Sherlock, but he did not refuse Sherlock's chat. He looked at Sherlock like a cat playing with a mouse and answered.

"No, not really. Mr. Ivey Schmidt did not get on the plane."

When Sherlock heard that he was not the one who offered a bounty for his cleverness, he immediately lost interest in the two people opposite him. However, seeing that the teammates in Episode I on the plane had no intention of taking any action, Sherlock could only Keep having fun for yourself.

"Okay, let me ask this unknown gentleman, if your boss successfully sells this so-called biological weapon after I tell you the password, how much commission will you get?"

Listening to Sherlock's confused questions, the muscular man opposite was obviously stunned for a moment, and then unconsciously glanced at the bag of money at Sherlock's feet.

It doesn't matter if you don't look at it. One look at it almost made Sherlock so angry that he went to heaven. Good guy, give it to me as promised. So you lied to me? If I really tell you some unlucky password about my relationship, you will just kill me, get the money with one hand, and deliver the goods with the other, right?

Feeling the insult, Sherlock fixed his eyes, and even unconsciously used a bit of magic to stare at the man in fine clothes opposite him.

Good guys, since you are not human, don’t blame me for deceiving you.

The man in fine clothes opposite seemed to know that he seemed to be timid, and began to slowly make amends.

"What do you care? But it doesn't hurt to tell you, 30 million!"

Hearing what the man in fine clothes said, Sherlock rolled his eyes and rolled his eyes. Do you really think I'm blind?

"Come on, stop bragging. I'm afraid this bag of money at my feet is your salary, right? Thirty million? Stop joking.

A dozen 15.5 yuan banknotes are 7.5cm high, 1cm wide, about 116.25cm high, and have a volume of cubic centimeters.

The bag is 45 centimeters long, 15 centimeters high and 20 centimeters wide, which means it is about 9000 cubic centimeters. Dividing the two is equal to 77.41935.

In other words, this bag can only hold down 77.41935 cash at most, which means your bag cannot exceed one million at most. "

Sherlock's calculation was so successful that everyone on the plane was confused. Not to mention the strong man, even Sherlock's teammates were confused. They didn't know what Sherlock was going to do. Something.

Sherlock, on the other hand, continued without giving the other party a chance to react.

"Let us calculate your monthly income again. In order to plan this biological weapons transaction, calculate it as the minimum time, one month, which is not a lot.

Now that I have successfully traded according to yours, and got the reward given to you by Ivey Schmidt, which is this bag of money, then you will definitely need to take a break, and I don’t count too much, it is only half a year.

Add one month to these six months, which is seven months. I will round up the money in your bag to one million, which means you will earn less than 15 in one month!

You see, you might as well just surrender and come to our cai. We will pay you at least 300,000 US dollars a month, and we will also pay you five insurances and one housing fund. If someone at home asks you what you do, you can just say civil servants. At least it will sound good, right? .

Putting aside these things, we also have various recuperation leave, various insurance support, free medical treatment if you are injured, and if you are really good at it, you will get a medal or something, and your children will also have preferential policies.

All things considered, it's better than if you were working under Ivy Schmidt..."

Sherlock was frothing at the mouth as he lied. Sherlock, who was in a state of excitement, completely forgot about his current situation, and the content of the lie began to become increasingly outrageous.

The most important thing is that although the strong man looked indifferent, the strong man following the strong man seemed to have begun to have a heartbeat due to Sherlock's deception.

In the end, the widowed sister couldn't stand listening anymore, so she picked up her own widow's thorn, and while tea was being served, the two of them unpreparedly interrupted Sherlock's deception.

"Hey! It's the critical moment!"

Sherlock was quite dissatisfied with this. After all, I didn't know anything and was tricked here by you. Now I finally found some fun and I was having fun, and you interrupted me?