The super power special team has come to a crap

Family.

Alva was put on the bed safely, he stretched out his hand and grabbed Nat by the collar and pulled him down: "Good boy, lie down."

twenty

Nat, where are you?

Nat, get back to me as soon as you hear the message.

Nat turned over in a daze, unconsciously tightened his arms, and put his head on the shoulder of the man in his arms.

Nat, are you still sleeping?

The black-haired young man frowned his handsome eyebrows, and buried his face a little deeper, which made the people around him grunt a few times, but their naked arms were more tightly entangled.

The inexplicable voice in his head rang a few more times and then stopped. Without interruption, Nat fell into a deep sleep again.

In less than two seconds, the person he was leaning on suddenly turned over, and there were some light red marks on his sleepy face, but it didn't affect the fierceness on his face, and he pushed Nat rudely. Wake up: "Get up, Joe is looking for you."

Nat found his cell phone in the living room—this location reminded him of what happened yesterday, and his face flushed—following a dozen missed calls, he dialed Joe's cell phone.

Joe didn't say anything nonsense this time, and went straight to the point:

"Nat, come here, Feng is injured."

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Alva leaned lazily on the chair in the hospital, yawned as he watched the doctor apply a simple bandage to Feng, and at the same time felt a little worried about the team—he didn’t know it before, but since he joined the team, there have been people on average every week Into the hospital ah.

He didn't think about the fact that he himself was the main force entering the hospital.

"Feng, tell me about the situation at that time." Joe asked briefly, his time was precious.

It is said that if an ordinary team member is slightly injured, there is no need for the big boss to visit and interrogate, but this time Feng's situation is a bit special.

"Yeah." Feng responded, he was not seriously injured, it just looked like he had fought with someone, and it was the losing side: "I met Torres last night—"

"What!" Helen yelled out loudly, she was also called out in a hurry, and she had been quietly putting on makeup by the side just now, what Feng said made her draw the eyeliner out of the frame, but she didn't care at all, like a cannonball Ask: "Is he in this city? What did you say? Did you fight? Did you break his ribs? Why didn't you call me for the fight? Hey, you are talking!"

Feng: "..." He wanted to say it, but it didn't tell him where to start.

Helen was pushed aside by the doctor who thought she was noisy, and Feng had room to breathe. He continued: "Torris asked me about the team, but I didn't answer. He looked a little angry."

Feng recalled the scene at that time.

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"Feng. I finally found you! Hey, you went to the supermarket, what do you want to eat tonight?" Torres greeted with a hearty smile like anyone who meets a friend on the road.

"Torris..." Feng held the daily necessities bought from the supermarket, his expression froze.

"Long time no see, miss me?" Torres took a few steps closer, stretched out his hand, trying to hook his shoulder - just like he had always done before.

Feng shivered, and turned sideways to avoid it.

Torres' face was full of displeasure: "Why are you hiding from me, did I provoke you?"

Feng stared at him with staring eyes, as if looking at a stranger he had never seen before.

"Well, anyway, Feng has always been so serious, and I'm used to it, so I'll forgive you." Torres stretched carelessly, and asked suddenly when Feng let down his vigilance a little.

"By the way, what are you guys going to do next, so I can choose time to play with you?"

The tone was breezy and casual, the same as any previous time - except for the wording changed from "we" to "you".

Feng suddenly sounded the alarm, he jumped a few steps away, and took out the gun hanging from his waist.

"You're so boring, aren't we good friends? Why do you still act like you're on guard against me!" Torres complained in an exaggerated tone of frustration, but facing Feng's defensive actions, he just put his hands in his pockets and didn't care about anything. did not do.

"What is your purpose for coming back?" Feng held his gun steadily, but he was in a panic - as an auxiliary member of the team, he was not good at facing the enemy directly, not to mention that this enemy had hooked up with him not long ago. Friends who hang out for a drink and chat.

Thinking of this, Feng couldn't help laughing secretly, saying that they were friends, but in fact he was the only one who took this friendship seriously. I can't do it myself anyway.

"No purpose, just to meet up with old friends and chat about the current situation," Torres put his hands in his pockets, and approached Feng step by step: "I didn't expect my old friend to be ungrateful and point a gun at me. Really sad."

Feng was shocked by this kind of righteous behavior, but because of his usually too decent style, he couldn't say a word at this time.

If Helen were here, Torres would probably have been scolded for 10 minutes.

"Hey, Feng, can you put the gun down? I don't like people pointing it at me," Torres said.

Feng acted as if he couldn't hear the person in front of him, gritted his teeth, and pulled the trigger.

The bullet flew out of Torris' cheek, Feng quickly reloaded, and shouted: "Torris, don't move!"

Even though he lacks actual combat experience, according to Feng, he has been screened layer by layer. He has entered the special forces team at a young age, and his marksmanship at fixed-point shooting is very good.

The sudden gunshots caused passers-by to flee in panic, and several quickly called the police.

"Our people will be here soon." Feng looked at the caller from the corner of his eye, and then looked directly at Torres, who was still immersed in the gun that brushed his face, and warned: "Our people will be here soon, you should understand We're efficient, so keep your hands on your hands and— oooooh!"

Without waiting for him to finish speaking, Torres pounced on him like a hunting lion. Before Feng could press the trigger for the second time, the gun in his hand was blown away, and then he was pinned to the ground by his hair. A fist hit his stomach.

"Why did you shoot me!"

Feng yelled in pain, erupting from the anger accumulated by Torris when he betrayed, he grabbed Torris by the collar and slapped Torris hard on the cheek.

"Because you're a bastard!"

Very tacitly, neither of them used super powers, just like two street gangsters who had a long-standing grudge, having an impromptu fist-to-flesh fight at the intersection where they met by chance.

This unskilled fight lasted only a few minutes, and the siren from far and near stopped Torres' fist. He quickly turned over, ignored the torn clothes and red and swollen face, and sneaked into the side The alley escaped.

Before leaving, I left a word.

"Reese said that you can't be friends if you don't agree with each other. I didn't believe it at first."

"..."

Feng Li didn't even want to talk to him, rolled his eyes on the spot, and waited for the police who arrived later to help him up—compared with Torres, who was still able to escape, it hurts to move a finger now.

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Feng Lue went. He was caught in the police station because of a street fight, and it took a lot of effort to contact the Superpower Crime Sanctions Bureau to release him on bail-this is not his fault, who made his captain's cell phone disappear yesterday? The person answered——asked Joe seriously: "Boss, the appearance of Torres this time, does it mean that the Freedom Nest will take action?"

Joe gave him a complicated look, and said, "It's possible. I'll ask the Forecasting Department to make more preparations for this. You should take a good rest. Your tasks will probably come down in the next few days."

"Yes!"

Feng saluted with his unbandaged hand.

After Joe left, Alva couldn't sit still anymore. He didn't like the hospital very much, and he didn't know Feng very well, so he had to keep his eyes open and listen to Helen's [-] kinds of cursing at Torris: from Torris People scolded his parents, grandparents, and grandparents, and then scolded him to the point that he would die alone in the sewer after he would never have a child, and then opened a map and scolded all the control systems for being double-faced and three-faced, which is not a good thing, because the content is too boring. Alva couldn't help yawning—he was dug out of bed by Joe early in the morning.

Hearing the yawn, Helen immediately pointed at him like a military dog ​​hearing the whistle: "What are you doing! Do you feel bored! Of course, it has nothing to do with you! Why are you still here?" Stay here!"

Alva, who was blamed for some inexplicable reason, was not angry, and opened his mouth before the worried Nat spoke, and directly said what Joe with a delicate expression had concealed: "I said, maybe he just came to you. playing."

Feng was dumbfounded: "Huh?"

Helen was like a balloon that had been poked and popped, and then quietly rose up after bursting in an instant, without saying a word.

"Nat, let's go back." Alva stood up and held out his hand to Nat, who almost left his team members to hold it.

"Wait, what does this mean!" Feng wanted to ask Alva to understand, but the dull pain in his body made it difficult for him to move, so he had to raise the volume.

"What do you mean, is it important to your position?" Alva shrugged: "The moment he chose the opposite of ordinary people, even if he loves you enough to blow up the Pentagon, then you can only Can catch him before he does."

Feng fell silent.

"Of course, if you love him so much that you are willing to help him blow up the Pentagon, be sure to tell us first." Alva grabbed Nat's hand directly this time, and waved to the remaining few people: "Let's go , You chat slowly and scold slowly."

Nat was grabbed by the palm meekly, imitating