The super power special team has come to a crap

At the same time, the handsome young man who was cared for was wandering in front of a supermarket.

He stepped into the supermarket door - walked around the checkout counter - blushed and quickly walked away - this action was repeated ten times, even the cashier girl who looked at him with nympho eyes at the beginning couldn't help it. Slowly switch eyes to alert.

When Nat stepped into the supermarket again, a couple of junior high school students happened to walk in front of him. They were chattering non-stop, but their movements were very smooth-taking a pack of condoms from the shelf and hugging each other Checked out.

Captain Nat immediately displayed his super imitation ability, took the condom step by step, and silently handed it to the cashier.

Holding the small box in relief, he walked out of the supermarket with a red cloud on his face—when should he go to Alva?

22

One of the best things the evil terrorist group has done in recent times is to be quiet until Christmas.

Several giant fir trees stood on the street, dressed up as Christmas trees, covered with satin and delicate ornaments, and a little snow fell in the air, and discounts began in the shops, Santas with white beards and red hats Work hard to promote your own store.

"It's so lively." Alva yawned, the thick scarf almost buried his entire face, only two pairs of blue eyes were exposed.

Nat nodded in agreement, holding the umbrella in one hand, and stroking Alva's hair, which was raised up by the scarf, with the other, trying to make it more docile.

Thanks to the recent smooth situation, the special operations team has not received any decent missions - the most difficult one was just a robber from the space system robbing the bank, and Captain Nat put him on the ground and knocked him down After that, they will have a chance to go shopping together leisurely.

"What do your parents like?" Alva put his hands in his pockets, arching his back slightly like a cat resisting the cold - he hasn't stepped out of the heating room in such weather for a long time.

"..." Nat was silent for a while, did not answer, but reached out to grab Alva's hand and took off his glove.

Alva's hands were as cold as ice. His fingers were long, but a little too thin, with protruding knuckles, and the blue blood vessels on the back of his hands were obviously like the veins of leaves. They looked sickly and unattractive.But Nat clasped his hand carefully as if he were a rare treasure, his fingers were tightly pressed together, and the roots of his fingers rubbed intermittently with their footsteps, giving him an itchy touch.

Nat put Alva's hand in his pocket with the gesture of interlocking his fingers, letting some of his excessive temperature spread to those around him.This action, originally intended to warm others, made his blood surge first, and his self-concerned blushing face matched the Christmas atmosphere quite well.

"Is this still cold?" Nat asked timidly.

Alva: "..."

"Cold." He squinted, seeing his lover's handsome face full of fear as expected, Alva smiled lowly, and his tone softened: "But it's much better than before."

Nat was like a broad-leaved plant that had been watered, and he was full of energy immediately. He wished that his whole body could stick to Alva's body and turn himself into a living portable heater.

"Okay," Alva knocked his head, "Tell me what gift your parents like, it's getting late."

Nat languished, mumbling: "I don't know..."

"If you don't know, how can I understand? I haven't spent much Christmas." Alva said, he stared at Nat with his head down for a while, sighed helplessly, and compromised: " I'll ask Joe, he knows these messy etiquettes best, last Christmas a bunch of us went to his house to play, and we were all kicked out in the end."

"No!" Nat shook his head immediately, he now has a kind of mysterious hostility towards the boss he has always respected.

Alva had no choice but to compromise further. After falling in love, he became more stable. He took out his mobile phone: "Okay, then I'll check what to give."

Nat looked down and played with the fingers of Alva's free hand, and the latter impatiently pulled it out and knocked him on the head, before he put his hand back before he could show an aggrieved expression.

Nat kissed Alva's fingertips lightly, smiling like a kid who got a Christmas present.

"Okay, is it disgusting?" Alva put away his phone after finding out the answer, and strode to lead the way, "Is it okay to send a bottle of wine?"

"Yeah, it's okay..." Nat didn't know anything about it, so he took it for granted, "You can give me anything."

"It's not for you." Alva rolled his eyes.

When the two arrived at the liquor store, they encountered unexpected trouble when paying the bill.

"Proof of identity." The clerk refused to check out.

Nat froze for a moment. He didn't drink very much, but it had been a long time since anyone had asked him for identification—after all, he didn't look like he was under 21 years old.

He showed his ID, but the clerk shook his head and pointed at the calm Alva: "My guest, please show me the ID that can prove your identity."

Alva: "..."

He went out with nothing but his wallet and mobile phone.

Alva was silent for a while, clicked his tongue again, scratched his head, and explained to the clerk: "I'm 28 years old."

Clerk: "You don't look like 28 years old, please show your ID."

Alva: "..."

Nat pursed his lips and snickered, but Alva, who was dissatisfied, glared at him, quickly restrained his smile, and forced a sympathetic and sad expression.

"I really—" Alva swallowed half of what he said. When he was under 21 years old and tried his best to buy alcohol secretly, he knew how strict this was, but he didn't expect it to be a long-term When I grew up, I fell down, so I had to accept my fate: "Forget it, let's go."

They walk out of the store, and Nat asks, "So...we're not buying alcohol?"

Alva is very calm, he has a lot of experience in this: "If you change a store, you can go in alone."

"it is good……"

As the largest commercial pedestrian street in the city, there is obviously more than one wine shop. Merris let Nat enter the shop alone, and found a place out of the wind to stay.

Christmas was so cold, he shivered, squinted at the hand that he had been holding before, and smiled - it was just that there was one less source of warmth, why did he feel colder than before.

Suddenly, his smile subsided.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but he vaguely caught a glimpse of a familiar person flashing past the crowd. The speed was so fast that he even suspected that it was the vertigo caused by eye fatigue caused by wearing contact lenses for too long.

Alva frowned, hesitated for a moment, and still called Joe.

"Hey, it's me." Before the other party opened his mouth, he said like a cannonball: "I saw a very familiar figure on the central street, not sure if it was my eyesight, not sure if that person is someone I know , but I suggest you check the monitoring, and strengthen the supervision of the holiday by the way."

"Wait, wait, say it again!" Joe's background voice was a bit noisy: "Who did you see?"

"I didn't see it clearly. It's probably one of my former friends. Well, that's right, it's the group who followed the psychopath."

"I understand." Joe's voice became serious: "I'll go and watch the monitoring, and let the prediction department collectively work overtime."

"Okay, bye." Alva ended the conversation neatly.

"Don't hang up yet!"

"Why?" Alva's tone was harsh, he glanced back, Nat hadn't come out of the store yet.

"What are you doing on Center Street?" Joe asked.

Alva: "..."

"It's too lonely at home, do you want to feel the festive atmosphere?" Joe analyzed on his own, and then invited: "Why don't you come to my house and pretend to be good, and I will make them forget what you did what happened."

"I'm not interested in your luxurious epic banquet." Alva said gruffly, "I'm hanging up."

"Don't!" Joe saved the conversation for the third time, rambling: "Well, I heard that Nat also spends Christmas alone, so why don't you go to him to exchange team feelings, I'm afraid you will come Sometimes there is a disagreement and a quarrel, and I have to transfer personnel, I am very busy, do you know that?"

Alva: "...you think too much"

"I didn't think too much, now I think my idea is great, I'll tell you his address, No. [-], xx Street——"

Alva hung up the phone directly this time, and Nat walked out of the store, carrying a whole bag of wine, Alva glanced at it casually and saw at least three kinds.

Alva was speechless: "What's going on?"

Nat was aggrieved: "I can't refuse the clerk's sales..."

They stared at each other for a while, and Alva burst out laughing: "Do you think your parents think I'm an alcoholic?"

Nat also laughed, his eyes sparkling: "Just give them a bottle, and we will drink the rest."

"Okay." Alva stretched out his hand, and clasped Nat's fingers tightly with five fingers: "Let's go, now go home with Natty sweetheart!"

"Na... Natty?!" Nat repeated stammeringly, expressing a [-]% incomprehension of this nickname.

Alva laughed, the warmth from his hands spread all over his body, and even the choking cold air didn't make him cough a few more times.

No matter what else there is, let him spend Christmas first.

23

Although he hasn't been back for a long time, Nat still remembers the location of his - parents - home, but now he is driving slowly, wishing to drag the time directly to