[Comprehensive] The victory of the second dealer

The plane was not full, and there were still a few vacant seats in the last two rows. The flight attendants were forced to stand where this group of people could see. The criminals in the corridor did not raise their vigilance. After all, they had gun, and the plane was still flying in mid-air, their people took control of the cockpit, as long as they didn't want to crash the plane, they had to be obedient.

Lydia moved a row forward when they were not paying attention, and sat behind Sherlock. The passenger next to her looked at her in surprise. Lydia glanced at him quickly and pursed her lips. , lowered his head.

Her face hasn't changed in any way, but now she has no aura, she looks like a well-protected ordinary little girl, as for what she looks like - the other party didn't notice at all.

She stretched out her finger from the gap in the chair and poked Sherlock in front of her. He and Watson next to him turned their heads together, squeezed up and down in the gap and looked over.

Maybe because he thought this action was too stupid, Sherlock pushed Watson's head aside and looked at Lydia alone. Sheng's shoulders, let him sit in a seat.

Then Lydia quickly sat down beside them.

"Where are the people following you?" Lydia remembered that Sherlock's brother from the British government sent someone to follow them. Sherlock leaned his head on the back of the chair and did not speak. Watson leaned forward and looked over Sherlock's body. Lydia said helplessly, "Sherlock drove me back two days ago."

Sherlock pretended not to hear Watson's complaint, closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.

"When I looked at the list, I thought I had read it wrong." Lydia raised her eyebrows slightly, and then smiled.

"So what should we do now?" Watson wrinkled his face and asked with a frown. Sherlock smiled with his eyes closed, showing a mouthful of white teeth. Watson noticed it immediately and turned his head. Asked him a little strangely: "I'm serious, why are you laughing, Sherlock?"

Lydia couldn't help showing a smile, she almost wanted to fondly touch Watson's head who didn't understand the situation at all, Sherlock opened his eyes helplessly, looked at Watson: "Lydia It’s here to solve this, what are you still worried about?”

Watson looked at Lydia, and then at Sherlock. He hadn't seen Lydia use his powers in front of him. Although he knew Lydia was a mutant, he still used Lydia as a mutant. Look at it as an ordinary person who looks a little prettier.

Lydia raised her head slightly, glanced at the criminals walking up and down the aisle and the passengers who started to feel a little anxious, lowered her head and slowly rolled up the sleeves of her shirt.

Watson looked at Lydia helplessly, and asked with worry on his face, "Be careful, do you need help from me and Sherlock——Sherlock, aren't you worried?!"

"I thought you should have watched her video a long time ago." Sherlock lowered his eyes and glanced at Watson, crossed his hands on his stomach, leaned back on the chair in a relaxed posture, and quickly glanced at Li Dia, before she realized it, looked forward quickly, and said calmly, "There is nothing to worry about, those people can't beat her."

Lydia showed a smile, counted a few bills from her pocket and held them in her hand, then looked at the group of people, hesitated, and took out two big bills: "SHIELD paid me so much money It's not for me to chat, it's time to start working."

She looked at her watch, and it was more than half an hour before the effect of Tony's medicine passed, which was enough time.

The banknote disappeared between her fingers, and Lydia disappeared in place in an instant, shuttling among the group of criminals like a gust of wind, and everyone could only see an afterimage.

Some reacted quickly and raised their guns, but they didn't know where to aim. They looked around blankly, and some of them just shot without aiming.

The moment he pulled the trigger, his gun exploded.

The group of criminals stood on guard, and Lydia finally stopped. She stood at the front of the economy class, glanced at the group of criminals, and slightly raised her chin at them: "This is A little meeting gift for you."

It was only then that everyone realized that the barrels of the guns in the hands of these criminals were bent, and they were completely useless, and they would definitely blow up once they were shot.

"Hi everyone, your government sent me to rescue you." Lydia gently put her hand on the back of the seat in the first row, raised the corners of her mouth towards them, her green eyes were shining brightly, " I think you all know me, right?"

She was wearing a very casual shirt and jeans at this time. The sleeves of the shirt were not buttoned up, but were rolled up by her, revealing part of her fair arms. Because of frequent exercise, although her forearm on the seat was slender, it had a The beautiful muscle lines are pleasing to the eye just by looking at them.

Her attire was quite different from her usual appearance in the news, but her face was so recognizable that several people shouted in an instant: "Lydia!"

Lydia raised her eyebrows slightly in their direction, blinked one eye quickly, then stood up straight, and said to them, "It should be fine to hand them over to you now, right?"

The criminals without guns had nothing to fear at all. Everyone cheered and rushed forward to start a gang fight.

Sherlock came from the last row, quickly passed through these vigorous people, and slowed down after catching up with Lydia, but the long windbreaker still made him look menacing.

Watson's short legs didn't look so handsome. He followed closely behind Sherlock, frowning in a daze: "Where are we going now?"

"It's been fixed here, obviously," Sherlock said, turning his head to Watson with his hands in his pockets, "so we're going to go all the way through first class to the cockpit, and then we're going to fix the plane's problems completely—but this The co-pilot and flight attendant of this flight belong to them, and we may have to find another person who can fly."

"How do you say that?" Lydia lifted the curtain in front of the economy class, and asked Sherlock standing in the aisle between the business class and the economy class.

"We have deviated from the original route shortly after takeoff. When we encountered turbulence for the first time, the flight attendant broadcasted a reassurance. At that time, we heard the warning sound. John, you still think the background sound of the broadcast is very noisy. "Sherlock's speech was very fast, and there was almost no pause in the series of words. He paused here, glanced at Lydia, and added, "—You haven't come up yet, the turbulent airflow this time After passing by, those criminals picked up their guns, and some of them went to the front one after another. When the captain broadcasted for the second time, the captain had already been controlled, and it should have been the co-pilot who spoke. "

Watson and Lydia listened with gusto, and the former asked politely, "Why did you become the co-pilot at that time?"

"Didn't you listen to the captain's broadcast?" Sherlock frowned and looked at Watson. "The voice from the microphone will be distorted, but the accent will not change because of it. You didn't notice the words spoken by the captain and the first officer. Is there a noticeable difference in habit?"

Watson shook his head obediently, and Sherlock called his name helplessly: "John..."

Lydia opened the curtain while laughing and walked into the business class in the front half of the plane, directly facing the black muzzle of the gun. She quickly entered the state, directly squeezed the magazine in the gun, and then The gun was thrown on the ground, and the smile on his face remained unchanged.

There are very few seats in the business class, there are only eight in total, and there are only five passengers sitting, even including the stewardess, there are only seven people, but there are four people guarding here, Lydia looked a little surprised Passengers, keep going.

Lydia walked all the way to the door of the driver's cab. The door was locked, and the scene inside could not be seen from the outside. She knocked on the door very politely, but there was no movement at the sound-proof door, so Lydia Smiling and slowly pushing open the door, he smiled at the surprised person inside: "Good afternoon, dear, nice to meet you."

"Of course the government heard your exchange terms, so I'm here." Lydia said with a smile, and then turned the guns in their hands into a pile of scrap metal.

Just as Sherlock guessed, the captain was tied up and unconscious in the corner, and the co-pilot was sitting in the driver's seat. The moment she pushed open the door, several people with guns had no time to put up their defenses. The posture, the smile on the co-pilot's face has not been put away.

The only thing that made her feel strange was that she didn't see the purser along the way—the purser's clothes were obviously different from ordinary flight attendants, which could be seen at a glance.

Sherlock also followed here. He was very persistent in verifying his reasoning. His gray eyes scanned the small cab and noticed the same problem as Lydia. He frowned and asked, "Where's the purser?"

Lydia shrugged. Sherlock glanced at the few people present who had lost their weapons, and then quickly turned around in the cab, but found no useful clues. He seemed to remember something, and quickly He took a few steps back, turned and ran.

Watson wanted to leave too. Lydia quickly pressed his shoulders, knocked everyone in the cab unconscious, and then said to Watson, "Hurry up and contact the ground, I'll go take a look."

After finishing speaking, before Watson could answer, she disappeared in front of Watson, leaving Watson stunned at the complicated console.

When Lydia rushed to the business class, there was no one in the cabin. Sherlock was stepping into an orange circle with a height of one person. Through this circle, gray wall tiles could be seen. Lydia Without time to think, he touched the pocket containing the cash and followed directly.

The next second, she appeared on the streets of New York, and the orange halo behind her turned into spark particles, which quickly dissipated in the air.