The super power special team has come to a crap

declared responsibility for this action. "

"Nest of Freedom? I haven't heard of it. Is it a terrorist organization established in fashion?" Alva frowned: "Where are the Reese people?"

"He didn't know what he was doing, and I can't interfere with his private life." Joe paused, and asked cautiously, "Do...do you feel uncomfortable?"

"Yes! What's wrong with my hair! I was so busy with your career that I grew a lot of gray hair, but now it's good, it's all white in one go." Alva said dissatisfied.

"Who told you to kill yourself? Didn't you teach you not to touch the pottery iron ore directly in class!" Qiao roared, and then his voice softened: "This is the thinning of the pigment caused by excessive use of abilities, except for this What else?"

"It's gone." Alva looked at Joe strangely. This kind of attitude was not common for him: "Oh, it's just a little cold. Aren't you picky very much? Why are you turning on the air conditioner so much?"

Joe didn't answer. After being silent for a while, he took out a document: "I think. It's necessary for you to have a look."

"What?" Alva took it: "Medical examination form?"

Joe didn't speak, Alva had to look down, and after a few minutes, he raised his head with no expression on his face.

"Heart, lungs, kidneys, liver, stomach, all have suffered irreversible damage, and by the way, the reproductive system has also been damaged, but anyway, you are gay, and Reese won't mind." Joe made a bad joke joke.

"I've already arranged an operation for you. Once you find a suitable breast and breast, you will be transplanted, and all the expenses will be reimbursed." Joe continued: "It shouldn't be too late, after all, you are considered a hero who saved hundreds of people. Many people wanted to visit you, but we stopped them."

"Does Reese know?" Alva asked.

"Got it, he came here a few days ago, but he's gone now. I'll tell him about your waking up later."

Alva: "Oh."

Joe: "Now you..."

Alva interrupted him: "Leave me alone."

"Okay, if you have something to ask me, I will help as long as I can." Joe didn't say much, got up to leave, and took the group of doctors away by the way.

Alva lay on the bed, looking up at the ceiling.

If he had known that excessive use of abilities would have such serious consequences, would he have saved those people?

Why not, Alva smiled wryly, so he deserved to end up like this.

There's no point in thinking so much, let's discuss the future when Reese comes back, Alva closes his eyes, maybe he can retire.

twelve

At night, in an ordinary apartment.

Helen had just taken a shower, put her hair up, put on a mask, and lay limp on the sofa to watch TV.

She switched the TV channel to a soap opera, opened a bag of potato chips, and ate them with a crunch—this is the perfect life for a woman, let the tasks go to hell, she thought without seeking improvement.

The door rang untimely, maybe it was a sales promotion, this apartment is not good, Helen looked at the big face of the actor Ying Lun on TV, and tried her best to cover the knock on the door with the sound of eating potato chips.

Seeing that no one answered, the knock on the door stopped after a while. After a while, Helen's cell phone vibrated.

"Damn it!" Helen glanced at the caller ID, immediately tore off the mask, tidied her clothes, and hurriedly went to open the door.

"Captain, why are you here!"

Standing outside the door was Captain Nat, who was several times more handsome than the heroine of the TV series she watched. He was wearing a well-tailored blue woolen coat and a plaid scarf, looking tall and handsome.

But his tone of voice did not match his appearance.

"Well... I'll come and give you psychological counseling..." Nat said softly.

Helen: "...Didn't I do it once?" And she was not counseled at all, it all depended on her own self-regulation.

"Well...but the boss didn't say enough..." Nat pursed his lips: "That... can I go in?"

"Oh, please come in." Helen turned sideways to let Nat in, and invited him to sit on the sofa.

Nat sat upright on the sofa, as if it was not a piece of furniture designed for relaxation, but a luxurious chair in a noble drawing room.

He coughed lightly, took out a notebook from his bag, and opened it to a page in the middle. Helen caught a glimpse of the words neatly written on it: "The first step in psychological counseling is to put yourself in the shoes of the counselor."

Nat said, "Helen, I know you must be very sad..."

Helen quickly interrupted: "I'm not sad anymore, let's talk about something else, Captain, do you want to watch a TV series?"

The two stared at each other for a while, and Nat continued: "But things have already happened..."

Helen: "..."

Helen: "I'm really fine! Although the fact that Torres is a traitor does make me a little sad, but who hasn't experienced this, can't I just watch TV in peace?"

Nat looked embarrassed: "But the boss said..."

"He doesn't care about it. Captain, you are too honest. To be honest, this topic can only arouse my sadness. Don't bring it up again, okay?"

"Oh...okay..." Nat closed the notebook, but didn't leave. He just lowered his head and kept picking at the cover of the notebook with one hand.

"Captain, is there anything else?" Helen sent off the guests tactfully. Although it was something she liked to be alone with a handsome guy at night, the meaning was different when this handsome guy was her immediate boss.

"That..." Nat hesitated for a long time before he managed to squeeze out a few words: "Can I ask you a question...?"

"What question? Ask." Helen didn't care much.

"Do you think... Alva... said... I..." Nat's voice became lower and lower, and the last few words seemed to be squeezed out of his teeth.

Helen: "!!!" Gossip! ! !

She immediately rejuvenated and asked energetically, "What happened to Alva? What happened to you? I heard that he seems to be still in the hospital. It's been a week. What happened to you?"

Nat's face was blushing, and he finished the second half of the sentence with difficulty: "I...it's him, the current...male, male, boyfriend...what do you mean?"

cut!Helen immediately relieved herself. This revelation did make her excited for a while, but because there was no follow-up, she lost interest: "I think he just said it to get rid of his crazy ex."

"Ah..." Nat was stunned for a moment, and opened his mouth slightly: "Then...then why did you choose me instead of Feng?"

How do I know, Helen thought to herself, who knows what that Alva was thinking, but she calmed her captain with a perfunctory face: "Probably because you are his type."

Helen didn't expect that what she said casually hit the right answer.

Nat suddenly changed from a wilting plant to a pink flower in full bloom, with sparkling dewdrops rolling on the petals, and his eyes were shining: "Really!"

No, I was talking nonsense. Helen was silent for a while, then suddenly realized, and shouted: "Captain! Why do you care so much about his words!"

Nat dropped the notebook in his hand to the ground. He hurriedly picked it up and said goodbye to Helen: "I, I didn't pay much attention to him, no... I'll go first, then..."

Before Nat opened the door and rushed out, Helen quickly grabbed the back of his neck, and with her excellent arm strength, her captain couldn't escape.

"Come on Captain, I need psychological counseling～☆"

Nat frowned like a young daughter-in-law who was tortured to extract a confession, biting her lower lip and remaining silent, while Helen began to play the role of the torturer consciously.

"Captain, when did you start caring about Alva?"

Nat just shook his head, blushing like hell.

"Why do you care? Do you want to kiss him? Do you want to sleep with him?"

Nat's head shook like a rattle, but his red ears betrayed what was inside him.

"Captain, you are so uncooperative with me, I won't let you go!"

Nat closed his mouth tightly and looked at Helen with a look of "you can't beat me". The latter shouted regardless of the relationship between his superiors and subordinates: "I don't care, you must make it clear, otherwise I will visit Alva tomorrow !"

Nat: "...me"

"Wow, it really works. It seems that you really care about him, Captain." Helen said in surprise.

Nat: "..." He closed his mouth again.

"Hey Captain, don't be like this. You just like someone. Why are you so secretive?" Helen was doing psychological mobilization casually, and then she saw Nat's eyes widen, "What? What did I say wrong? Think It’s not shameful to fall in love, what’s wrong.”

Nat blinked at her, as if thinking about something very difficult, before speaking after a while: "Do I... like Alva...?"

"Don't you even know that you like him!" Helen exclaimed, "My God, Captain, everyone can tell that you want to fall in love with that bad-tempered white-haired man, but you don't even know it yourself." !?"

"I've never liked anyone before... how do I know..." Nat said aggrievedly, and looked up at Helen, his eyes full of pleading for help.

"Okay, okay. Do you understand now?" Helen made a comforting gesture: "Come on, tell me about your psychological journey."

Nat: "...he's so striking."

Helen recalled Alva's behavior: "Yes, indeed."

Nat: "I can't take my eyes off."

Helen: "...That's not true."

Nat: "Sometimes I dare not look at him..."

Helen: "Captain, I