Marvel's princess becomes king

over the Pacific Ocean.

The plane bound for Tokyo entered the troposphere, and most of the passengers had fallen asleep.

No one noticed that the plane's current route deviated a little from its original route.

The American-Japanese captain, more than a dozen flight attendants and the same number of passengers gathered in the lounge, sitting cross-legged in a circle in an ancient style.

The captain took out something thick and thick, like a laptop.

Several people knelt down and worshiped devoutly. It didn't last long. As soon as the five-finger meeting of the Hands and Hands Association ended, Mrs. Gao, who had white hair and chicken skin, appeared in the middle of the screen. Her eyes were very cloudy and her clothes were extremely old.

"lady."

"lady."

Everyone knelt down and saluted together.

Mrs. Gao went straight to the topic: "How many people are on the plane now?"

The captain replied respectfully: "Including us, there are a total of one hundred and seventy-five people."

"Too little, too little, too little. Heikong needs more hatred and killing. This time, you need to donate your flesh and blood." Mrs. Gao said very normally.

"Willing to die for my wife"

Several people had enthusiastic expressions. They all lowered their heads and chanted in unison.

Bella was awakened by an obscure foreboding of danger. It was far less intense than when she first met the God of Death, but it wasn't like a breeze either.

In other words, a death prediction that is not high, but not low either.

what's the situation

She suddenly stood up from her seat and looked around with Eagle Vision.

"Miss, please sit tight and don't disturb other passengers." A flight attendant came over and said in a gentle tone.

Bella glanced at the flight attendant. She was not an enemy, and there was no hostility towards her, but she didn't seem to be friendly either.

She can also understand this. The airline claims to provide service with a smile and treats passengers as gods. How can it actually be smiling on the outside but full of jealousy in the heart?

She felt the situation of the plane. The flight was smooth and the surroundings were quiet. It didn't look like someone was hijacking the plane.

However, the premonition of danger still lingered in her heart and never dissipated. She asked: "Nothing has happened to the plane so far. Is there any problem with the power or the driver's health?"

"Please go back and sit down immediately. Our flight is very safe." The flight attendant's answer was very official.

"...No, there must be something wrong." Bella hesitated for a moment, but then stepped forward, ready to go to the direction of the cab to see for herself.

"Miss, please don't disturb everyone's rest. If you continue to cause trouble, I will call the flight police." The flight attendant grabbed Bella's arm and her voice became high-pitched.

There's something wrong with this guy. In Bella's vision, the flight attendant was changing from a normal state to a hostile state.

"I'm going to the bathroom and will be right back." She knocked out the flight attendant with a mind blast, but considering that she was an ordinary person, she only used more than % of her psychic energy.

She shook off the flight attendant's hand and walked towards the cab.

Before I had even taken two steps, I saw two flight attendants blocking the road. A thin man ran quickly behind me. The man showed the handcuffs on his waist. He seemed to be an air police officer.

"You...are all in a group, what are you doing at your airline?" Bella was confused. She felt as if she had gone to a hotel by herself and ended up in a black shop. There was a person on this plane. There are no good people

No longer hesitating, she knocked down several people with three punches and two kicks. Several people hugged her legs like crazy. She forcefully opened their fingers with some annoyance, and pushed away a few passengers who didn't know the truth, and repeatedly obstructed her. It delayed her for nearly half a minute.

Before she could even enter the cab, she saw the plane suddenly lowering its flight altitude over the Pacific Ocean, and then disappeared into the sea as if passing through some tunnel.

Damn, the plane was vibrating violently, with turbulent airflow constantly colliding with the plane. Passengers all around were also huddled together. Bella felt as if she was on some kind of roller coaster. She didn't have time to look at the situation in the cab, and she saw someone next to her. There was an empty seat, so I forced my way out of the crowd, sat down, and then fastened my seat belt, preparing to withstand the next impact.

There was a loud "boom" and it felt like the plane had made a violent impact with the ground.

Even with Bella's constitution, she felt dizzy and extremely uncomfortable.

The plane broke apart in the middle, and the front half of the fuselage rolled forward like a wheel for a full two weeks.

Bella was in the front half of the fuselage. She was holding on to the seat with one hand and holding the other against the passengers who were pressing towards her from the outside. Her strength was indeed strong, but seventeen or eight people were pressing against her at the same time. , it was very difficult for her to resist the weight.

One circle, two circles. When the impact force was exhausted and the fuselage hit the ground heavily, she felt dizzy and her eyes were filled with Venus.

She pushed the passenger away with difficulty, almost losing her strength.

I can't faint, I can't faint

She kept giving herself psychological hints, and it seemed like a long time passed, and then it seemed like only a minute had passed.

She slowly regained control of her body, wiped her face, and tried to open her eyes, trying to wake herself up.

Not daring to stay in the plane longer, she stepped on the unconscious bodies of many passengers and walked out along the fractured part of the plane.

Halfway through, she saw a flight attendant who had previously hindered her fainting on her seat. She dragged this guy onto her seat without saying a word. This guy must have some inside information.

Stumbling and dragging someone with her, she walked out of the plane with difficulty.

There was a beach in front of her, and a reed swamp half a man's height in the distance. The sun was about to set, and the setting sun was slightly dim, making Bella's shadow look a little strange.

Well, Bella rubbed her forehead and looked around.

This place gave her a very strange feeling. The most intuitive feeling was that the gravity here was greater than before. It was not much greater, but it gave people a feeling that the body was very heavy and slow.

There was still an energy in the air that made her both excited and scared. Although the magic power here was very weak and very little, it was there.

Where are you? Are you still on earth?

At a certain moment, Bella even thought that she had traveled through time again.

She secretly called Triangle Head, no problem, Triangle Head can be summoned.

Combined with the tattoo of the Flying Dutchman on his wrist, Jason can also be summoned.

She knew that she had not traveled through time, otherwise she would not have the ability to cross countless planes to summon these two powerful generals.

There was a stream not far away. She pulled the flight attendant's ankle and walked to the stream to take a drink of water.

But the warning came again in my mind, which basically meant don’t drink.

What the hell is this place where you can't even drink water?

If you don't want to drink, just drink. With her physique, she can still hold on in a short period of time.

Sitting on the ground, she was filled with depression. She was destined to be in a disaster like a plane accident. She had been hiding for two years, but she still couldn't escape it.