Leziren’s happy life in Marvel

The three of them discussed it for a long time in the taxi, and then Jane remembered that she should check what art exhibitions there are in London now. After all, according to Anna, he is a planner of art exhibitions, so it must be inseparable from art exhibitions. .

But when Jane took out her mobile phone and turned it on, the driver, who had been wearing headphones and talking to a few people, seemed to have a slightly changed expression. However, the people sitting in the car did not notice this abnormality.

After entering the urban area of ​​London, the driver's radio began to broadcast traffic reports. Listening to the traffic reports on the radio, Sherlock was surprised to find that the congested road section was the only way to pass the hotel that several people had booked.

Sherlock was exhausted after flying for more than ten hours. He didn't want to experience London's special traffic jam. He straightforwardly asked the driver if he could take a detour so that the few of them could quickly go to the hotel to rest and get rid of jet lag.

Listening to Sherlock's words, the driver naturally agreed very much. As soon as the steering wheel was turned, the vehicle drove into a small lane.

Sherlock and the others didn't pay attention until, for some unknown reason, Jane, who was holding her mobile phone to check, seemed to be unable to control her eyelids, her neck tilted and she lost consciousness.

Only then did Sherlock and Thor feel something was wrong. Seeing that Sherlock and Thor seemed to be alert, the driver stopped pretending and pressed a button on the steering wheel.

In an instant, a sweet smell accompanied by a puff of white mist began to spread in the passenger compartment. Thor was closest to the white smoke. In just a few breaths, Sherlock looked at this guy. Sgard's warrior slumped limply in his seat.

Sherlock wanted to cover his mouth and nose, but he was unable to lift his hands. In the end, he could only watch helplessly as the driver sitting in front cursed with all his strength.

"What the fuck..."

Before he finished speaking, Sherlock felt his eyes go dark and completely lost consciousness.

It has to be said that Sherlock did not insult the title of fun man at all. Before he fell into coma, in addition to insulting the driver, Sherlock only had one thought in his mind.

This time, the fun is really fucking great!

When Sherlock woke up again, he found that he was already in a cave. It didn't look like it was man-made, but it looked like a natural cave on the eighth level.

But the difference is that although the entire cave is naturally formed, it is full of artificial traces. The fluorescent lamps on the top of the cave illuminate the entire space extremely brightly, without a single blind spot.

Rows of shelves are neatly placed against the wall of the cave. The shelves are all transparent square boxes. Sherlock can't see the contents of the boxes clearly, but they look like various insects. .

Sherlock himself was tied to a chair, and there was a piece of cloth in his mouth that made it impossible for Sherlock to make any sound.

Opposite Sherlock is a large, closed iron door that looks unusually thick. Above the iron door are rows of vents, making the entire cave not feel stuffy at all.

He moved his stiffened neck. It was good. At least his neck could still move. Sherlock felt that there was no part of his body that was not in pain.

Tilting his head, Sherlock also noticed Thor next to him.

Compared to himself, Thor's treatment was much better, and Sherlock was only kidnapped. But it was obvious that these kidnappers knew Thor and knew that Thor was the hero of the Battle of New York.

Therefore, Thor's body can be said to be tightly tied to the chair by various fixators made of steel bars. The number of them even made Sherlock feel like an iron maiden.

Moreover, these kidnappers were so crazy that they even blocked Thor's head and mouth with steel bars. Sherlock could still move his head, but Thor could only touch himself. eyes.

After whining a few times, Thor finally woke up amidst Sherlock's shouts. As soon as he woke up, Thor was obviously dazed for a moment, and then he started struggling violently.

But it is a pity that Thor, the Hammer God, cannot break free from the steel bars that bind him.

Sherlock, who didn't know who the kidnapper was, didn't dare to struggle violently. After all, in this not-so-large cave, Sherlock found no trace of Jane.

Just when Sherlock began to think about whether to use magic to get out of trouble, the iron door opposite Sherlock was opened.

A group of people wearing well-dressed suits filed in. The most eye-catching person was the person standing at the front. This person wore a white coat over his suit and looked like a researcher.

As soon as the white coat walked in, he ignored the struggling Thor and came directly in front of Sherlock. He removed the cloth from Sherlock's mouth and said in a tone that was almost like an aria.

"I really didn't expect that our planner actually knew the Avengers! But it seems that the Avengers are not that powerful, right?"

In one sentence, Sherlock was completely stunned. Planner? What planner? How come you don’t know that you still have such an identity?

"What are you talking about? I don't understand what you are talking about! Why are you kidnapping us?"

Sherlock decided to stay put for the time being and figure out what the situation was first. Thor on the other side was also attracted by the words of Sherlock and the white coat. He stopped struggling and stared at the white coat with his eyes, as if he wanted to use The eyes kill the white coat.

After listening to Sherlock's words, the white coat seemed to feel that he was being tricked. He turned around and stared at Sherlock angrily. He grabbed Sherlock's collar and approached Sherlock fiercely.

"Stop pretending! Planner! We know it's you! Now! Tell me the password!!! Otherwise even your Avengers friends will die here because of you!! I swear!"

The white coat said to Sherlock fiercely. When he mentioned Thor, he looked at the restrained Thor beside him with disdain.

This time, Sherlock could be said to be completely confused, looking at the white coat in front of him with a cute expression on his face.

"Password? What password? No matter what you want, I can only tell you that I don't know. You have arrested the wrong person! Where is the girl with us?"

Hearing that Sherlock not only refused to answer his question but even dared to ask it back, the white coat seemed to be completely irritated by Sherlock. He took a transparent box from the shelf and used long-handled tweezers to take out a large enough item from the box. A bug the size of a child's fist came to Sherlock.

"Last chance, planner! Believe me, you will never like the consequences of stubborn resistance. If you don't say anything, I will put this little cutie on your artery. Believe me, with just one bite, you will You will experience what is called ecstasy.

Oh, by the way, don’t be afraid. This insect is still very kind. Its toxin will not be fatal immediately. Your whole body will continue to suffer from edema and suppuration, and you will eventually die in a dozen hours!

Tell me the password! Otherwise, I will let this little cutie give you a gentle kiss on your neck! "

Looking at the big bug caught in the tweezers and struggling constantly, Sherlock admitted that at this moment, he was really panicked!

Before time travel, Sherlock had the experience of being slapped in the mouth by a big cockroach the size of a palm that could fly when he was traveling to the south when he was a child. If Sherlock hadn't shut up so quickly, maybe Sherlock would have tasted the taste of cockroach sashimi. .

This experience also caused Sherlock to hate bugs even after traveling through time. Fortunately, with the help of magic, bugs would basically not appear around Sherlock.

Now, this man in a white coat was holding an insect the size of a baby's fist dangling in front of Sherlock's eyes, and Sherlock's fear of insects was suddenly aroused.

Filled with fear, Sherlock almost forgot that he could do magic. He relied entirely on instinct and began to struggle, instinctively wanting to stay away from this bug.

Sherlock's performance seemed to greatly satisfy the perverted psychology of the white coat. He kept approaching Sherlock with insects in his hands, trying to force Sherlock to tell him the information he wanted to know.

Just when the white coat was about to continue to threaten Sherlock, a deafening explosion sounded from the door behind the white coat.

With the sound of explosion, the originally heavy door was blown to the ground in an instant, and a strong woman wearing a combat uniform and holding a gun rushed into the small cave.

A few shots knocked down everyone in the cave. Sherlock and Thor were stunned. When the woman took off her mask in front of them, both of them stared. The roundness.

The reason is very simple. Both Sherlock and Thor know this woman, especially Sherlock. Not only do they know her, but they are also very familiar with her.

Anna! !