The super power special team has come to a crap

Stumbling like this, she rushed towards Alva and hugged him tightly.

"Really!"

"of course it's true."

Nat tightened his grip, and he didn't even want to let go.

"Why did you sit in the car just now?" Alva asked curiously.

Nat paused, hesitated for a while, and finally said in a muffled voice: "I think... If you don't agree... I, I will drive away right away, so as not to hinder your eyes..."

Alva raised his hand and touched his head, and praised him without hesitation: "You are so cute."

Nat buried his head in Alva's shoulder so that no one could see the color of his face.

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Alva sat cross-legged on the ground, threw his coat and scarf on the ground, and fell into a kind of sweet contemplation.

Why did things develop to this point?He couldn't figure it out.

Although he really thinks that the captain of the special operations team is very suitable for his aesthetics, he probably doesn't like this kind of character that can't be said clearly. It's fine to tease him occasionally to improve his mood. Why would he agree to this kind of personality? What about a serious confession?

Tapping his knees with his slender fingers, Alva put his head on the other hand, thinking wildly: Is it because he has been alone for too long, so he is unwilling to let him go when he sees someone who can relieve loneliness?But he didn't feel how lonely he had been for so many years.

Ahhhhhhh, he grabbed his hair with both hands and lay down on the floor.

Thinking about it this way, I was fascinated by ghosts, so I gave up my beautiful single life and agreed to be with someone with a different personality!But having said that, Nat has his eyes on him again. Although he thinks he is charming, he is not big enough to charm such an excellent person!

The mobile phone in the coat pocket vibrated, and Alva gave a "tsk", and picked it up impatiently, with a very bad tone: "Hey, what are you doing?"

"..." Joe, who was murdered for no reason, felt that he was very innocent. He took a deep breath, restrained his urge to lose his temper with a patient who had just been discharged from the hospital, and said, "Are you home?"

"Are you my dad? You don't care if I get home or not. Do you want me to tell you what to eat for dinner and when to go to bed after finishing your homework?"

"Are you in a bad mood today..."

"What's none of your business?" Alva had a stinky face. He was interrupted by the tangled train of thought, and he was indeed in a bad mood, but when he recalled what happened today, a smile appeared on his face unconsciously: "And guess what?" By the way, I am very happy today."

"Really..." The voice on the other side was full of doubts, but he quickly entered a new topic: "I just came to ask, how are you and Nat working together?"

"What cooperation?"

"It was the attack on Kefa Road. Didn't you and Nat happen to be there? The suspect has been arrested and brought to justice, and the specific report has not yet been handed in, so I just came to ask you directly. Are you happy to cooperate? In the future, there will be a I don't want you and the captain to get stuck in the relationship."

Alva changed the ear of the mobile phone for a while, and yawned: "It's very pleasant, I like this kind of cooperation where I watch others work."

Joe's voice suddenly turned up: "Isn't it!? You were really lazy the whole time!"

Alva frowned and took the phone away: "Didn't I tell you? And I'm not lazy, I got the captain's approval."

"I thought you just wanted to choke me, but I didn't expect you to really..." Joe's voice sounded very helpless: "You'd better get rid of your problem, Nat is a person with a strong sense of responsibility, don't give up because of this." Little things make him think less of you."

"No, he is satisfied with me." Alva turned over and said lazily.

"Are you sure? Don't look at Nat who is easy to talk on the surface. He has a steelyard in his heart. He will remember and evaluate the small things that others have done. Do you know how many times he asked me to change players, all because of All kinds of small problems," Joe said, the more he felt that his decision-making in the morning was a little too casual: "Oh, I shouldn't put you together, think about it when you were in school, and you hated the kind of people who said a few words and said nothing. The blushing personality, if the team members and the captain have different personalities, the team will easily fall apart. I'd better pick a few more capable rookies to see if I can be liked by Nat. If you want to, I will—”

"Our personalities are very compatible! Why do you care so much!" Alva got up from the ground, yelled at the phone, and hung up the phone directly.

The violent movement made him take a few breaths before he noticed what he had just said.

Alva: "..."

Sure enough, he was fascinated by ghosts... He scratched his hair, forget it, let nature take its course, it's fine now.

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Holding the mobile phone, Joe asked Ms. Lauer, who came to deliver the coffee, bitterly, "Am I meddling a lot...?"

sixteen

Alva ate something casually to fill his stomach, took medicine and played some games, watching the screen with gorgeous moves, but his eyelids drooped.

Too many things happened today, he is a bit overtired.

Alva had no choice but to reluctantly turn off the computer, put a bathtub of hot water in it, take out the contact lenses and put them on a side shelf, squinting his eyes and sinking himself into the steaming water.

It was so comfortable, he couldn't help but smacked, stretching his hands and feet in the water, letting the blood flow to his limbs and bones, warming his perennially cold hands and feet.

Because of taking off his glasses and the steam in the bathroom, Alva's vision was blurred. He simply closed his eyes, leaned against the edge of the bathtub, and closed his eyes to rest.

He just fell asleep with his head tilted.

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The phone vibrated, and the ringtone set to his favorite song sounded like the sensational noise of fingernails scratching the blackboard to Alva. He frowned impatiently and wanted to reach for the cabinet.

Then he realized that his hands were frozen.

Not only his hands, when consciousness gradually recovered, a bone-piercing chill swept over his whole body. His fingers trembled from the cold, his limbs were numb, and his heart beat weakly, providing a little energy for blood circulation throughout his body.

Alva took a deep breath, letting the air rush into his lungs, which had just recovered from a serious illness. He gasped like this, with his arms propped on the edge of the bathtub, trying to touch the hot water faucet with all his strength.

But his stiff body couldn't exert any force, so he could only keep sliding down, because his movement made even his chin be submerged by the shallow bathtub water.

I wouldn't die in such a place... Alva thought weakly and speechlessly, his head was throbbing with pain, his teeth chattered constantly, his nose was completely blocked, and he could only breathe through his mouth, but because The pervasive coldness from the outside to the inside made him almost lose the strength to breathe.

At this time, Alva developed the last superpower potential of his life. He was unable to open his eyes, so he just closed his eyelids in vain. He used his excellent spatial recognition ability to find the exact location of the faucet, and then used his long-term waste to open his eyes. The ability to control the system, bit by bit, unscrewed it.

Hot water with a heart-warming temperature was sprinkled from above, and its life-saving effect was comparable to timely rain in the desert. At least, Alva felt that he could move.

The first thing he did when he regained control of his body was to unplug the tub and let the tub nearly drown him in cold water rolling as far as possible.

The shower was still releasing scalding hot water. Alva didn't care about the overheated temperature. He frowned and let his whole body be washed by the hot water. It took a full 3 minutes before he turned off the faucet. Wrapped in a bathrobe, she got under the quilt.

He didn't notice that the phone that woke him up was still singing his favorite song, and the screen showed that there were already two missed calls.

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Alva was in a bad mood.

This psychological dissatisfaction was entirely caused by his poor physical condition.

He curled up in the thick quilt, huddled into a ball, the heating outside had been turned to the maximum, but his hands and feet were still as cold as water, the heat brought by the hot water just now was like a small match in a winter night, instantly To be swallowed by the endless night.

However, cold hands and feet are already normal for him to experience every day. What bothers Alva even more is his painful head, as if someone is sawing his head with a saw, and even his ears have started to twitch violently. Tinnitus, two ears are still rising and falling, the division of labor is clear, taking turns to play, he can't hear anything for a while.

I must have a cold, maybe a fever.Alva judged calmly, but he didn't want to get out of the quilt at all and go across half the room to get the medicine in the living room, let alone use the ability that would make his aching head worse.

His throat was so dry, it seemed like a fire was burning, and it would be better if it burned his feet.

Alva thought in a daze, he had completely forgotten the time, he couldn't even tell whether it was evening or early morning, he was even a little dazed, was he at home, or was he on that cold hospital bed?

Thinking about it carefully, the hospital is actually quite good, and Nat would visit him every day.

Why is he so idle?

It's so uncomfortable, I really should take medicine.

What medicine to take, it's useless anyway.Low immunity can not be cured casually with cold medicine.

Speaking of which, how long can he live...

Fuck Reese, lunatic, shit, bastard, whole family dead, bachelor all his life, rotten and no one collects his body.

Alas, in the final analysis, he himself is too conceited, so what should he do?

No, it's better for the psychopath to die.

Alva was cold and uncomfortable, all kinds of negative emotions