The super power special team has come to a crap

Light, Alva lay on the ground, curled up in a ball, and fell asleep.

four

Three days later, the airport.

Alva stood at the door with a small bag on his back: "Why do you need to fly?"

Nat: "That... didn't you say yes, you're going on a business trip..."

"I thought it was a train," Alva frowned, and said without hesitation, "I'm airsick, so I won't go."

Torres quickly grabbed his scarf: "No way! Boss even took care of him and said that all the staff must set off."

Alva's face was not very good-looking: "Let me go."

Torres trembled his hands by the glamorous and noble aura, and Alva walked outside without looking back.

Helen shouted: "Even if you don't go, you won't get a refund for the air ticket, and you'll have to deduct your contribution points!"

Although no one paid any attention to her at all, the witty Feng finally came up with an idea.

"Captain, go hold him back, I'll call Boss!"

"it is good!"

Nat was ordered to stand in front of Alva when he was in danger.

The latter raised his eyebrows: "You want to stop me?"

Nat was at a loss: "Huh? Uh...uh..."

Alva was about to change direction when his cell phone rang.

Nat breathed a sigh of relief and saw Feng give him an OK sign from a distance.

But Alva just glanced at the caller ID with a frown, and pressed it directly.

Feng: "That's Boss' call..."

Helen: "It's scary..."

Nat: Kind of handsome...

The phone rang persistently, and Alva pressed it off several times with a blank face, but in this competition of endurance, he was still defeated.

He picked up the phone and shouted, "Dream! I won't go!"

He seemed even more dissatisfied when he said something to the other side: "I won't die or have a short life, but it's very uncomfortable!"

"My character has always been like this, and it has nothing to do with being sick!"

A group of people looked at Alva who yelled at the boss in admiration. That boss was a god-like figure who supported their entire game with one hand.

"You don't want to deduct the money, I'm still short of this number!"

What a declaration of a rich man...

"Damn! You fucking dare to touch my game save file and I'll kill your whole family!"

Where are the people who were preaching to the hooligans in the alley yesterday that they can't swear.

"Tsk, I see, you go away."

Alva hung up the phone, and showed a warm smile to the special forces members who looked at him with trepidation, which made him have a dimple on the corner of his mouth: "Go and get the boarding pass."

A group of people were waiting for the plane in the terminal. Alva complained coldly: "Joe is too picky. He only buys economy class tickets for business trips. Now he can't even enter the lounge."

Everyone tacitly did not criticize their boss, Torres asked curiously: "Hey, Alva, what is your relationship with the boss?"

Alva: "Boss and subordinate."

joke!Who has ever seen a subordinate with such a bad attitude towards his boss!

Alva also seemed to feel that this answer was a bit too perfunctory, and added: "Barely count as friends."

Torres wanted to continue asking questions, but Helen spoke first.

She boldly stretched out a finger to poke Alva's cheek, and asked mysteriously: "Hey, you are already 28 years old, and your skin is still so good, how do you take care of it?"

Alva wasn't angry either, he just raised his eyes to look at her, and said two words lightly: "Natural."

Before Helen shouted, Feng also spoke, and for a moment it seemed that he had entered the questioning session of new members.

"You don't seem to be in good health, what's wrong?"

Alva: "AIDS."

All the team members: "..."

"what!!!!"

Helen directly withdrew her slutty fingers, screamed and hid behind Torris, while Torris firmly grabbed Feng's sleeve, Feng was also not hit well, and his eyes were dazed.

Captain Nat's reaction was not that intense, but silently showed a tangled expression on the side.

"I'm lying to you," Alva raised his eyebrows after being pleased by the stupid human's reaction, "So excited, do you have plans to sleep with me?"

"You're thinking too much!!" Torris and Helen sprayed back in unison. Although Feng didn't speak, he nodded solemnly.

No one was paying attention to Nat for the time being, so he breathed a sigh of relief, and then blushed as if reacting to something.

Alva dug his ears: "You guys are so noisy, can't you be quieter in public places?"

"It's not because of you that it's so loud!" Although Helen wanted to continue shouting like this, but she was afraid of calling in the staff and deducting points for discrediting the group of superpowers, so she gritted her teeth and lowered her voice to create a roaring momentum.

"That... Alva, so... why are you in poor health...?" Nat finally came out of the strange state where a person blushed to the point of explosion, and asked a question softly.

Alva frowned, and wanted to make a mocking "don't ask questions that others don't want to answer", but looking at the handsome face and dark eyes of the questioner, there was no concealment, naked concern, and harsh words It turned into an understatement answer: "I was injured once, but I haven't recovered yet."

"Ah?! Injured, where is it... How can it be bad?" Nat stood up suddenly, "Will it hurt? Then don't take the plane, go, go and rest, I can help the boss to ask for leave... "

Alva looked at him teasingly: "It's been a long talk, are you familiar with me?"

Nat's face turned red to the ears, and he squatted down suddenly, holding his head in his hands, and the hem of the windbreaker dragged to the ground.

Alva leaned over with a smile: "Hey Captain, what are you playing?"

Nat felt that his voice was ringing in his ears, with a sense of weakness of lack of breath, it got into his ears, and it first entangled his brain and made him unable to think, and then made his heart beat faster.

He took a quick step back as if trying to escape, but tragically stepped on the hem of the clothes he was dragging on the ground, tripped over himself, and rolled around on the ground like a ball.

Alva: "..."

Nat was about to cry. He never knew that his motor nerves were so poor. Even if there was only a one-centimeter crack in the ground, he wanted to stick his head in and hide.

Fortunately, the boarding announcement sounded at the right time, and Alva stretched out his hand to pull Nat, who was eager to blend with the ground, and Nat lowered his head, looking hopeless.

Torres came up as if smoothing things over, and pushed the two of them to the boarding gate: "Let's go, let's go, we still need injections, so go to the queue early."

"Injections?" Alva asked in surprise.

"That's right, activities exclusive to superpowers," Torres said, seeing Alva's confused face, fussing: "Don't you know? In order to ensure flight safety, it is actually because we are afraid that we will hijack the plane, so we have to use the information in the identity certificate. Inject corresponding ability inhibitors at the ability level. It's a little uncomfortable... But I can understand the thoughts of ordinary people."

"I really don't know..." Alva said: "When I was flying in the past, I had to take the special line for superpowers, and then put infrasound waves in the cabin to collectively suppress the ability."

"This is all thanks to Boss. After he came to power, he launched a lot of rights to protect the rights of superpowers. I have experienced that infrasonic wave a few times. It is simply anti-human! No wonder you don't want to take a plane." Torres rolled up his sleeves with a smile, It is convenient for the staff to perform the injection.

Alva silently stood at the end of the line, and Nat was right in front of him. He watched the staff draw two syringes full of pale yellow liquid and injected it into the young captain's arm.

It seemed a little painful... Alva shrank his neck and showed his identification: "I only have level 2, can I not need the injection?"

The staff member took out a quarter of the tube and said apologetically to the pale young man, "According to regulations, all capable persons must be injected. Please cooperate with our work."

Nat had already tidied up his clothes, and said weakly: "If Alva is afraid of pain, just inject in front of me next time...I...my ability can be a little..."

"Electrotherapy? No," Alva rolled up his sleeves, turned his head, felt the needle point pierce his skin, and a cold liquid poured into his blood vessels.

So cold.

Even though it was only a few milliliters, the medicinal liquid seemed to have entered the circulatory system quickly, cooling down his whole body in an instant.Alva put on his coat, and just as he took a step, he found that his legs were numb from the cold.

Nat helped him at the right time, so that he didn't fall to the ground.

Alva's hands... so cold...

Nat was in a daze for a while, and finally Alva shook him off impatiently and strode onto the plane by himself.

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Although the ability inhibitor injected was precisely regulated and would lose its effectiveness shortly after the plane landed, but Alva maintained a half-dead look until he entered the hotel.

Fortunately, their boss didn't go so cheap as to book a chain hotel, and obediently chose a well-decorated four-star hotel, Alva was now able to lean helplessly on the sofa in the lobby of the hotel, with an expression of wanting to vomit.

Nat sat cautiously next to him, not knowing whether to reassure him or leave him alone.

Torres took their ID cards to confirm the room, while Feng and Helen were on the other sofa playing with their phones.

Alva closed his eyes and rested his mind for a long time, before recovering a little bit of strength, Torris's loud voice rang out.

"Alva, so your surname is Phil, hahaha, it's strange that someone takes 'Justice' as the surname." Torres added the next sentence in his heart: Although the surname is "Justice", it is