The super power special team has come to a crap

In fact, the source of your relationship has enmity with you, that's why you are sent to die! "Helen was also very excited.

"Level 2... Oh my god..." Feng didn't like to question others, but this was really beyond his imagination.

Nat: "..." Because he is afraid of strangers, he dare not speak much in front of outsiders.

"Don't make loud noises in public, why are young people so impolite now," Alva said.

The four members of the original team: "..."

The youngest Helen couldn't hold back anymore: "You look like a high school student, are you ashamed to say that we are young people!"

Alva: "I'm 28 years old."

The four members of the original team: "..."

Alva: "Do you want to see what the second-level control system looks like?"

The original team of four: No, we don't want to watch.

Reluctantly, Alva put the coffee in his hand on the table, pointed at the small metal spoon on the plate with one hand, and frowned.

After about ten seconds, the little spoon shook slightly and floated up by [-] centimeters.

"Look, how can you say that Level 2 is no different from ordinary people?"

As soon as Alva opened his mouth, the strength suddenly came off, and the spoon lost the support of the mysterious power, and fell on the thick carpet.

"I'm still not very proficient, but being able to lift small things is already at level 2." Alva said shamelessly, and brought back the coffee again: "It's really cold today."

The four members of the original team: I am very disturbed. If this person dies during the mission, will the higher authorities hold them accountable?

two

The whole group left the warm coffee shop in a spirited manner. Before leaving, the handsome Captain Nat noticed a small detail.

"...Mr. Alva, you...haven't you had any coffee?"

Among the five people, he was the only one who asked to enter the coffee shop, but he was the only one who didn't drink a sip after entering.

"I can't drink, my stomach hurts after drinking." Alva replied nonchalantly.

"Oh……"

Helen bumped Torres with her elbow: "What is this man doing, is he really not going to die suddenly?"

"Who knows..." Torres slumped his shoulders. This fancy-dressed "elder" was an existence that he could not understand in his short twenty-odd years of life experience.

The five of them happened to be in the same car. As the latecomer, Torres drove resignedly, but was interrupted after driving less than two kilometers.

"Slow down." Alva shrank back in the back seat with a look of hesitation: "Motion sickness."

Torres: "..."

I really want to step on the accelerator, but I only drive to fifty yards, how slow do I want to be!Why didn't this kind of person die on the way here!

"No more than 45 yards, I'm fine." Alva ordered, leaned on the back seat, and closed his eyes.

No one spoke, and the silence lasted for a while.

"Hey... Do you think he fell asleep?" Helen in the passenger seat asked in a low voice.

"I don't know... you fell asleep..." Feng probed a glance: "I can't see clearly, captain, you are closer, how is it?"

"..." Nat turned his head and glanced at the people around him. His eyes were tightly closed, and his eyelashes were also white, but surprisingly thick, like two small brushes.Almost all of his face was huddled under the thick clothes and hat, only a small part was exposed, and there were faint shadows under his eyes, which made him look tired.

"Captain, captain..."

Feng shook Nat for a while, and the latter came back to his senses, and then blushed silently.

"Is he awake?" Helen poked her head over.

Nat shook his head. He was just patronizing a nympho... well, he was observing the shape of the face, so he didn't look carefully.

He put his head in front of the young man with his eyes closed, trying to see if he was sleeping.

What greeted him were two pairs of eerily blue eyes, with a little bright red on the edge of the pupils.

"Ah!" Nat let out a short exclamation, leaning back, but he forgot that he was in the car - he hit the back of the driver's seat and rolled.

Torres heard a scream from behind, followed by a strong impact on his back, and then the sound of something falling to the ground, and he stepped on the brakes quickly.

This sudden brake made Alva's face change, and he shouted with a blue face: "Stop!"

As soon as Torres parked the car on the side of the road, Alva impatiently opened the door and walked out. The cold wind outside the car made him shiver, but he ignored it and leaned on the railing on the side of the road first. Started retching.

Nat: "..."

He also got out of the car and apologized helplessly: "Uh... sorry..."

Before he finished speaking, Alva waved his hand and interrupted him. The latter coughed and vomited for a minute before getting up straight and looking at Nat with displeasure.

"I can go back by myself, bye."

Nat blushed from the scolding words, and lowered his head not daring to look at him.

When he raised his head, he found that the person who was still in front of him just now had disappeared.

Nat glanced at the surrounding streets and alleys, but he didn't find the white-haired youth.

Nat: "?"

Torres honked the horn, and Helen poked her head out and asked, "Captain, are you all right?"

"It's gone..."

"what?"

Nat repeated softly: "He said he went by himself, and then disappeared..."

"..."

"..."

"Will he die on the road...?" Helen couldn't figure out what to focus on now.

"Probably not..."

"Then shall we continue?"

"……it is good."

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About 70 years ago, superpowers attacked human beings like meteorites. No one knew why, but there were some people who had the abilities that only existed in novels and movies overnight.

This first caused a lot of commotion. Ordinary people were afraid of superpowers, and those with superpowers looked down on ordinary people. Ordinary people wanted to pass legislation to restrain superpower criminals, but it only promoted the occurrence of various terrorist attacks.

It wasn't until recent years that the hostility between the two parties towards each other has eased slightly, and there has been systematic research and classification of superpowers.

It is roughly divided into the following categories: Elemental, Space, Mind, Manipulation, Body Strengthening, Restoration, and Special.

Among them, the three types of elemental, space, and spiritual are the most rare. Therefore, people with superpowers of this type will be controlled by the government as soon as they awaken their abilities, and everyone is part of the power of the country.

As for the grading of abilities, different departments have different standards, but they can be roughly divided into the following levels.

Levels 1 to 3 belong to the harmless type. Two-thirds of superpowers are in this level. Superpowers below level 3 can only assist daily life at most, and belong to the level that does not need to be registered.

Levels 4 to 7 must go to the relevant department to register when awakening the ability, otherwise they will be directly classified as a suspicious person with social threat.Whether to choose ability training after registration is a matter of personal opinion, and there is no mandatory requirement.

Levels 8 to 10 are not the same. The number of people who can reach this level is very small. Level 8 has the ability to destroy a city independently. Level 9 can only be achieved occasionally through a booster. Level... If there is one, it's probably like a nuclear bomb.People at this level must accept the unified jurisdiction of the government after awakening, and must engage in government-related work, otherwise they will be directly punished as treason.

So this special superpower team actually has a level 8 element system, and it can indeed be called an elite special team.

Alva yawned, carrying the dinner bought from the fast food restaurant next to his home, and walking on the way home.

It’s still comfortable to drive by myself, although it’s a bit tiring, and it’s a bit cold in winter, but it’s much better than a car driven by a poor driver.

When he passed an alley very close to his home, he found a person blocked in it.

Blocking him was a tall and strong man with tattoos protruding from his neck along the winter coat, with a face like a fool, and he was putting his hands on top of other people's heads, clearly intending to rob.

In contrast, the one who was robbed was obviously not short, but his well-tailored black trench coat made him look like a dandy—that is, he would definitely give money if he was robbed.

Ah... It's really troublesome, but since I saw it, I can't ignore it. After all, he still belongs to the Criminal Sanctions Bureau for Super Powered Persons in name.

In fact, it is the police station, but no employee card was issued, which prevented him from yelling "police!" handsomely like in the TV series.

"This handsome guy, can I trouble you to let go of that handsome guy?" Alva squinted his eyes halfway. He had done business today, so he started to feel sleepy now...

Even though he was called a handsome guy, the strong man didn't look very happy, he shouted: "Get out."

Alva yawned, his eyes were weak, why do robbers always have such no eyesight, so they can only rob others for the rest of their lives?

"Little white face, did you hear that, tell you to get out!" Seeing that Alva was standing still, the strong man let go of the handsome guy who came first, and rushed towards him, with an aura of shocking three shocks at one step.

"I think it's better not to use dirty words when speaking." Alva held the fast food box with one hand, and reached into the coat pocket with the other hand, and took it out for a long time.

The brawny man couldn't bear his rhythm as if he was out for a walk, so he punched him with one punch.

Alva took a slow step sideways, narrowly dodging the blow, the wind of the fist lifted his streaked blond hair, he whistled, took out the thing he had been digging out for a long time, and put it against the strong Han's head.

This is a silver gun.

Strong man: "..."

"However, it seems good to say it once in a while. It can vent the pressure," Alva smiled, revealing the small smile on the corner of his mouth.