[Comprehensive British and American] When station B dominates superheroes

It can be said that the luck of this group of terrorists is really extraordinary.

After successfully solving the robbers in this cabin and the next few cabins, everyone in BAU planned to go to the final destination-the cockpit.

Although the cabin they were originally in, that is, the cabin where Sylvia was in, was the closest to the cockpit, but the cockpit had speakers that directly rang through the entire cabin.

If the other party sounded the alarm and let the martyrs under him shoot and kill the hostages during the process of recovering the cab, the consequences would be very serious.

So they can only come back after solving the robbers one by one.

Along the way, those passengers whose lives were saved, covered their mouths and tried not to make any noise to attract the attention of the driver's cab, while staring at this unknown team of brave men with extremely grateful eyes looking at the savior.

—except Sylvia.

She avoided the scene of looking directly at the other party, and shrank in her position pretending to be uncomfortable.

Because she is not sure that her acting skills can't hide from this group of people-profilers. Although she is really grateful to them, the mixed emotions in her heart are definitely not enough for her to simply "one face grateful".

Fortunately, they didn't bother to notice her at this time.

……

A group of BAU came outside the cab. While trying to hold back the tears in their red eyes, several stewardesses tried to provide convenience for them. They told them in a low voice that the door of the cab was locked.

While manipulating the monitor in the cab, Garcia began to crack the electronic lock.

While her fingers were moving fast, she blinked her eyes and asked Rhett: "...the little prince of the FBI with an IQ of 187, please tell me, has Dr. Thomas Fuller ever said that we should learn something when we meet a lunatic?"

The little prince with ever-changing nicknames, Reid, touched the gun hanging on his waist—it was taken out from the kidnappers: "...Then compare them and who is more like a wild boy?"

JJ calmly held down his little brown curly hair, and by the way, sealed the desire of the BAU mascot—Red's Nth nickname—that "I really want to try my marksmanship": "Morgan, it's up to you Bar."

Wild Boy·Forever Kicking Doors·Morgan: "..."

……

At this moment, Sylvia stared at the brown-skinned stewardess in the front row, feeling something was wrong.

Compared with the flight attendants who behaved normally, this one is a bit like Sylvia's previous behavior. She also covered her forehead as if she was unwell due to a huge shock, and she directly avoided the contact with the BAU team. Eye contact, so no one else noticed her.

The other party's expression is not quite right now.

Although Sylvia didn't know how to test and write, she could tell that the stewardess seemed to be in a state of fear or... resentment.

The stewardess used her figure to cover her body, and stretched her hand behind her back to a compartment.

Then he pulled out a fully loaded... gun?

She seemed to tremble a bit, but quickly pointed at the BAU closest to her with an extremely decisive expression—Red, a four-body off-duty personnel standing behind the BAU team.

……

Everything that follows happens in just a few seconds:

The almighty queen of technology, Garcia, only pressed the last few buttons on the phone screen, and the electronic lock was about to open...

If nothing else happens, they are about to break in, subdue the hijackers, and regain control of the plane...

Although she doesn't seem very skilled, the "stewardess" pulled out her gun and raised it peacefully within a few seconds. No matter whether she hit or missed, the gunshots in this cabin were enough to cause a lot of noise in the cab. The leader of the kidnappers is alert...

Sylvia, who hadn't reacted at first, widened her eyes, kicked up completely subconsciously, her waist and abdomen were stuck on the front seat, and her outstretched arms rushed towards the small black thing, and the feeling of weightlessness followed. come...

……

"clatter!"

Garcia pressed the last button.

"Oh!"

Wild Boy Morgan kicked open the cabin door.

"Snapped!"

Sylvia flipped out of the seat with a "crack" and fell to the ground.

"Oh!"

Reid felt that something was wrong and quickly turned around to avoid it. A gunshot exploded in his ear, and the pain started to feed back from the neck to the cerebral cortex and back to the neck.

"……Well!"

He couldn't help but let out a groan from between his teeth.

Garcia, who didn't rush into the cockpit with several logistics personnel, turned pale when he heard the gunshot behind him, and subconsciously rushed over to protect Reid, but he just saw the brown-haired man covering himself with one hand neck...

neck!

artery!

Garcia felt his blood stagnate for a moment.

Morgan and Hodge, who had already rushed in and subdued the co-pilot robber, also suddenly turned their heads.

JJ's feet softened, and he frantically recalled various first aid measures in his mind.

Under the eyes of everyone who was shocked or sad or indignant, Spencer Reid, who was about to die, grinned and put down the hand covering his neck, revealing the gun on his neck... Strawberry? ? ?

strawberry? ? ?

Garcia & JJ & Morgan: ……………? ? ?

The little doctor looked at his colleagues reassuringly, touched the still painful red mark on his neck, and looked in the direction of the gunfire.

——To be precise, he was looking at the black-haired girl who fell backflip from the second row and crushed the flight attendant who shot the gun.

— Sylvia.

Sylvia pushed the gun that was thinner than a piece of paper under her body and tried to hide it as much as possible. While turning around, she kicked with all her strength and kicked at the man who had just realized that the plan had been destroyed. The chest of the brown-skinned flight attendant who was so crazy that she almost wanted to strangle her.

"Oh!"

Seeing the other party's distorted expression in pain because of being kicked hard in the chest, Sylvia spit out a big mouthful of breath that she had been holding back for a long time due to nervousness, and was coughed continuously by herself, while she couldn't help thinking:

As a normal girl who has experienced the pain of puberty, she knows very well that being bumped on the chest is a painful experience :)

……

I don't know where the habit came from. After the victim was rescued, he would be wrapped in a blanket.

While not the only victim, Sylvia was given special treatment as a good non-NYC citizen who "helped" the BAU team solve the hijacking... with a blanket (O_O).

There is no monitoring equipment on the plane.

After re-dimensionalizing the gun that was taken from the brown-skinned flight attendant and handing it over to the police as evidence, Sylvia hugged her rug, with luggage brought over by airport personnel at her feet , Began to be dazed.

To be reasonable, she bought a flight to Canada at the beginning. She originally planned to fly from Canada to New York two days before the beginning of the elementary school term. At that time, she could just move into the university dormitory that she had applied for.

But she seems to have crossed the dimensional wall...

Staring in bewilderment at the BAU team that was negotiating with New York police and FBI colleagues, Sylvia was really not sure, did she still have her student status in the university?

She won't become a black household, will she? ? ?

Thanks to Silvia's help, the BAU team specially left someone to accompany her, but soon Garcia, who was in charge of accompanying her, was called by the FBI to help. After she left apologetically, the team members pushed Reid away over here.

In Morgan's original words: "As a bear rescued by Mei, kid, you have to think hard about how to restore your broken image!"

……

"Hello... are you okay? I'm Dr. Reid, and I belong to the Behavior Analysis Section of the FBI, or BAU."

"...Hello." Sylvia stared at the dark circles under the eyes of the little FBI prince in front of her, and then looked at the dark blue "FBI" vest he had just put on, covered with a blue shirt, with complicated emotions Forcibly, "I'm Sylvia."

To be honest, after she calmed down, she still felt very... empty about the whole thing.

"Well, I know." The FBI has checked her information.

Sylvia understood in seconds, and was relieved, just check it, as long as it is not a black household.

Rhett waited for a while, as if he didn't know what to say, and asked again, "...are you okay?"

He could tell from the girl's micro expression... She knew him?how come?

Sylvia opened her mouth, letting anyone wake up as a participant in a suicide terrorist attack, and then find themselves in a world full of crimes like dogs, it is impossible for them to be good.

Fortunately, the genius little doctor whose EQ and IQ are inversely proportional finally noticed that his problem is really not very good, and "embarrassment" is written on each of his little brown curly hairs: "Uh..."

"It's okay, I'm fine!"

When Sylvia saw this big baby and sweetheart showing such an expression, her heart almost melted.

"I just have a little...headache. I often have this kind of situation before. I usually take a rest for a while and it will be fine."

This is the truth. The sense of being exhausted before falling asleep on the plane is not an illusion. She still feels that there are countless grass mud horses jumping in her brain, which is especially uncomfortable after she relaxes.

Probably due to overuse of abilities.

However, the other party seemed to be frowning his eyebrows together: "You look very bad, a bit like migraine symptoms... I also have this situation, the same dose of riboflavin and magnesium can be used to treat headaches, there are research results It shows that high-dose riboflavin is effective in preventing and treating migraine. The research process is to divide 152 cases of migraine patients into two groups at random, and 76 cases in the riboflavin group take riboflavin 100mg twice a day for 2 weeks. Completed 4 cases, 68 cases in the control group took the whole day..."

Sylvia: "..." Nuclear what?

She looked at the other party admiringly with an expression of "Come and see Xueba! Bah! Look at Xueba!"

"... That's it." Rhett reacted almost at the same moment he finished speaking, a little afraid that he would behave inappropriately again, but when he saw the girl's expression was completely different from what he might have imagined.

Rhett: "..."

Rhett: "...Sorry, did I talk too much."

Sylvia quickly shook her head, took out her pocket and handed out her mobile phone, and then took out a marker pen from the pencil case of her backpack, and said, "Can you... can you sign me? Just sign in The back of the phone?"

This is Little Angel Rhett!Rhett little angel!Live! ! !

Suck it, suck it.

Cute, want to day.

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Spencer Reid, who enjoyed this kind of treatment for the first time: (⊙⊙)

The author has something to say:

Little Spider: If you want to live a decent life, you must have more green on your head.

[About Thea hearing the discussion of the BAU group, and the question of the undercover among the passengers]:

1. Thea's physical fitness has been strengthened but she doesn't know it.

2. The BAU team cut off the communication so it directly prevented the tip-off. The most dangerous place is only the cab.