Chapter 3 Omen

"You! They? What the hell is this?..." The girl's mother couldn't figure out why the gang robbed her son's toy car. She also acted as the sheriff and her intuition was a bit strange.

But I thought that it was just a toy. If you snatch it, just snatch it away. Her husband, son, and daughter are all by her side. It is not appropriate or worthwhile for her to chase after her alone.

Even if you catch up with her, it doesn't make much sense. These guys who are robbing toy cars look quite abnormal. What if it is a neuropathy that ran out of the hospital?

A man and a woman ran in two directions. The mother of the girl with the highest combat power on the scene did not chase, and Bella, a person with strong psychological qualities, did not chase. It had nothing to do with her before and after!

On the contrary, the young girl was quite clever. She stood on the outside early in the morning, and at this moment she stretched her legs quickly and tripped over the woman who stole the toy car.

The girl's mother was a little helpless, but she had already fallen, and she couldn't ignore it. She ran over quickly, subdued the woman with a standard army grabbing motion, and snatched the bear child's toy car back.

What a glorious victory!

Although she felt that there was a secret in the toy car, Bella was still ready to retreat. She was just a passerby, so what time was she wasting.

At this time, she also heard the news of the flight, and immediately said goodbye to the family of five.

"Well, my suggestion is that you'd better hurry up and call the police, these guys' goals are very questionable."

She took out the note and quickly wrote a line: "Nice to meet you, I'm Isabella Swan, this is my phone number, you can contact me at any time if the police need confirmation."

Somehow, she handed the note to the young girl.

I don't know the reason, but it's probably because of her good looks.

Hearing her self-introduction, the girl also reported her home: "Natasha Romanov."

who? ! Bella's eyes suddenly became strange.

Secretly telling herself to calm down, she looked the girl up and down and asked hesitantly, "What year were you born?"

If a man asks such a question, it must be very abrupt. If he is either splashed with water or kicked, it will be fine for a woman to ask.

The young girl Natasha was not mentally prepared for this question, and answered casually: "In 1984, how about you? Miss Swan."

"Uh...I'm from 1983, you can call me Bella."

"Nata." Miss Natasha Romanov's answer was short and powerful, and quite handsome.

The conversation between the two beauties soon ended, or rather Bella ran away in a hurry.

With Natasha now, 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 has nothing to do with herself. As an ordinary person, she should run far away.

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Bella bought a fancy-looking lighter for the cheap dad in the store, and forgot about Natasha.

Then she found her boarding gate, and before she was about to take a step, the sudden warning made her stop.

A lot of pictures of unknown meaning suddenly appeared in my mind, disease, corruption, calamity, killing, some pictures were very real, and some were like slideshows, flashing out like a glimmer of light, and disappearing without a trace in the next moment. .

Bella only felt that her palms were full of sweat, and her heart was beating rapidly at an extremely high frequency, as if she had received some kind of information, but limited by the structure of the human brain, she could not interpret the content of the information correctly. .

Sweat soaked her forehead, her lips were slightly open, but she couldn't make a sound, as if an invisible giant hand was holding her soul tightly, and she was almost suffocated by a strong sense of fear.

"Passengers on flight 1...8...0...please be ready to board...ready.

"The broadcast at the airport was still playing as usual, but it turned into an intermittent electronic sound coming into Bella's ear, mixed with almost imperceptible noise, as if some high-power electrical appliance was interfering.

"Why is this man standing in the middle?"

"She doesn't get sick suddenly, does she?"

The sudden sound was like throwing a boulder into the lake. Bella withdrew from her previous strange state and barely regained a little mobility. She turned her head with a stiff neck and found a large group of men and women under the leadership of the older teacher. Passed by her.

A few girls who thought they were pretty were looking at Bella with sympathy. Country people, have you never been on a plane before?

"Classmate, do you need help?" The middle-aged female teacher saw Bella standing at the boarding gate, neither entering nor leaving, so she couldn't help but ask.

"Ah?...Oh, it's okay! It's okay!" Bella almost jumped up in fright. She looked at the plane in the distance, the light rain outside the window, and the wall clock on the wall. It's really impossible to keep calm.

She stepped aside, her memory was very vague, and the details of the movies she watched many years ago had long been forgotten, but she trusted her intuition.

Can't get on this plane! Go up and die!

Seeing more than 40 young men and women eagerly preparing to board the plane, she hesitated a few times, and finally decided to speak.

Bella stopped the female teacher: "The rain outside is getting heavier and heavier, and the plane has been delayed for an hour before, maybe... maybe..." She was speechless as she spoke. How to say ah?

"Neuropathy!"

"Her dress is really dirty, a look that has never been seen in the world."

"Perhaps... what she said makes sense. It's really raining too much today."

The young students were actually the same age as Bella, and at this time they regarded her as an interesting topic and discussed it quite enthusiastically.

Jingwei is clear, and those who support her statement and say they should be cautious are all boys, and those who sneer and ridicule are girls. However, after seeing the attitudes of the girls, most of the boys who supported Bella's statement also changed camps in time.

"Really, I'm not kidding, ma'am, I have a very bad premonition that this plane..." She was interrupted by the female teacher before she could finish her words.

The other party said in a tone of caring for the mentally handicapped: "Miss, I suggest you see a doctor. You are still young, and some diseases need to be treated early... It's okay, it's okay, everyone keeps up!"

The female teacher greeted the students to board the plane, Bella's advice was left behind, and forty men and women were already discussing the journey that followed.

Bella let out a long sigh, her heart was also very tangled, could she remember it wrong? Would I have trouble getting involved in this sort of thing myself? Can the troubles on the social level and the troubles on the extraordinary level be solved with one's own small shoulders?

Do Americans have anything to do with themselves? But then she made up her mind that it had nothing to do with America, but about people.

Looking at the white-haired old man and the baby in her mother's arms, Bella's only sense of justice prevailed. In her opinion, the chance of an accident on this plane was over 90%, and she couldn't help it. Send people to die.

She kept persuading passengers, persuading everyone not to board the plane.