The super power special team has come to a crap

Dimple, "You can get lost."

The strong man stared at Alva for a while, and the latter impatiently pushed his head with the muzzle of a gun, completely ignoring the possibility that the gun might go off, which made the strong man stand up, and immediately rolled away obediently. Although face is very important, no matter how you look at it, life is more important.

Alva put away his gun and turned around and walked towards his house without looking at the man he saved.

"Uh...Mr. Alva..."

The man called out to stop him.

Alva looked back, and the handsome man who was robbed came out from the shadow of the alley. He had deep facial features, a high nose bridge, and slightly sunken eyes, but his eyes were gentle and friendly that didn't match his appearance.

Alva: "..."

Why would a level 8 elemental system be robbed!And why are you showing up at my door!

Nat smiled shyly: "He said... he wants to borrow some money from me... I haven't figured out what's going on... Also, that... I found the address in the bureau, that ……a little worried……"

"Listening to you is really tiring." Alva frowned, "How do you give orders like this?"

"Well... everyone in the team is acquainted... and you don't need to speak long sentences to give orders..." Nat explained softly.

"I don't need to elaborate, I just asked casually," Alva said casually, "My house is right there, do you want to sit down?"

The black-haired young man lowered his head, blushing: "Okay..."

Alva: "..."

It's said that I'm shy and afraid of life!Why do you want to enter a stranger's house, Captain Nat! !

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"Well, Mr. Alva... May I ask what your last name is? It's still a bit..."

"Just call me Alva."

"Ah... oh, okay... Then, if that person didn't leave just now, would you have shot him?"

"Of course not."

"That's good... Sure enough, Mr. Alva, uh... Alva won't hurt civilians..."

"You're overthinking it, just because I'd dislocate my hand if I shot it."

"..."

three

Alva's home is a one-storey villa, which makes Nat, who is used to living in apartments, even more timid when walking.

"Come in." Alva entered the password, opened the door, and walked in without taking off his shoes.

"Um……"

As soon as Nat took a step, he was overwhelmed by the temperature of the house.

so hot!It's still early winter outside, but the house is as warm as April and May, the heating must have been turned too high.

But even at this temperature, Alva only took off his thick coat, and it seemed that he had no intention of taking off his scarf for the time being.

"Do you have shoe covers..." Nat stood at the door and looked in, not daring to enter the door carelessly like his master.

"Come in directly, someone will come to clean it later." Alva walked to the restaurant alone as if there were no guests, put the fast food box on the table, opened it and was ready to eat.

"Okay..." Nat closed the door and stepped into the hallway.

Then he knew why Alva let him step in directly.

too messy!This house is such a mess!

There are sticky footprints on the ground, as if the milk was spilled on the ground but not mopped, so it was trampled dirty. Clothes were thrown all over the floor stall, sofa, coffee table, and even the TV set. With a stack of leftover fast food boxes, and they are all from different stores, because the boxes are different sizes, it is a bit shaky.

Alva sat cross-legged on the chair, and ate the burger as if no one else was around.

Except for the place where he put the fast food on the dining table, various papers were scattered in a mess. With his excellent eyesight, Nat saw that one of them read "retest test form" in large characters.

"...Uh," Nat said hesitantly, "Well, Alva, if you're not in good health...it's better not to eat fast food..."

Alva squinted at him: "If you have any complaints about me, just get out of my house."

"No, no! I like this burger too..."

Captain Nat was really pissed off.

Alva settled the dinner in two or three steps. He packed up the boxes—the so-called packing, in fact, he piled this pile of boxes on top of the pile of cardboard boxes at the door—and looked at the uninvited visitor who was lingering. Blinked at him.

In fact, regardless of this grumpy personality, this guy is really good-looking, and he is a little ready to move after being lonely for a few years.

But Alva just issued the order to evict the guest with no expression on his face: "Is there anything else you want?"

"No……"

Alva said relentlessly, "Then can you go?"

Nat lowered his head like a little daughter-in-law: "Well..."

"The door is there, go out by yourself, I still have something to do."

"Okay..." Nat moved towards the door step by step, looking forward to the host's opening to welcome guests. Unfortunately, the host was puzzled and went back to the room on his own.

Nat bowed his head and put his hand on the doorknob in frustration. If only he could talk a little more...

Before he opened the door, a series of bells rang loudly, which made him take a step back in fright, and almost tripped over the fast food box at the door and fell.

Alva came out with his hair in his hands. He had already taken off his scarf, exposing his slender neck, which made Nat's mouth dry.

"Why are you still here?" Although the slender man's words were not very pleasant, he roughly pushed Nat who was blocking the door, and opened the door.

Outside the door was a woman in her mid-thirties whom Nat was surprised to find he knew.

"Miss Raul...?"

Lauer is a woman with short brunette hair and looks sharp and capable.

"Captain Nat, why are you here?"

"Uh... that..." It was too embarrassing for him to explain to an unfamiliar opposite sex that he cared about the new member he just met for no reason.

"He is my new boss, come here to inspect the lives of his subordinates." Alva answered, "Come in, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

Nat stiffly moved out of the way.

Evening...women...are they...?

Raúl's angry roar pierced his eardrums, shattering his strange fantasies.

"Alva! Go to hell!! I just cleaned it for you three days ago!!!"

"No, I don't want to die yet." Alva yawned without remorse.

Nearly ten fast food boxes and garbage bags deep in the room floated up, flew out of the house like cannonballs, and threw themselves into the roadside garbage disposal bin.Miss Lauer rushed into the bathroom on high heels, and came out a moment later with a broom and mop, a bucket full of water and rags floating behind her.

That's right, she seems to be a level 6 manipulator, so it turns out that this ability is so convenient... Nat was still reluctant to leave, and watched silently from the side.

"I absolutely! Absolutely ask Asaqi to give me a raise!!" Raul yelled like a fire-breathing dragon, but at the same time coordinated with her manipulative ability to tidy up the room quickly.

Nat: Wow...she called the boss by his last name...

"Don't even think about it, Joe picks to death, and forces me to work or he won't pay me."

Nat: Wow...he called the boss's name directly, as expected of a relationship account directly sent by the boss...

"You should also go out for a walk, staying at home is not good for your health." Raul softened his tone a little.

"I'll give you an extra fifty dollars for a cleaning if you shut up."

"You!" Raul glared at him viciously, and finally succumbed to the money offensive: "I don't care about you anymore!"

"I'm going back to the room first. You just leave after cleaning. You don't need to say hello to me. I didn't go up to the second and third floors, so I don't need to clean." Alva yawned again and was about to turn around.

Then he found Nat's tall and straight figure still blocking the door.

Alva was speechless: "You haven't left yet..."

Nat: "...I'm leaving!"

As soon as he took a step, he suddenly thought of a topic, and quickly turned around and said, "Alva! The next meeting will be in three days, and the location will be sent to your email. That... get ready for a business trip..."

Alva: "Oh."

Nat: "..."

Eh!Can't we say a few more words on this topic? !

The thin-skinned Captain Nat was embarrassed to say anything more, so he let the door close behind him with a bang, tears streaming down his face in the cold wind.

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After both of them left, Alva came out of the room.

The floor is spotlessly clean, and I have to say that the "hourly worker" Joe called him is quite good. It would be better if... there is no extra layer of surveillance in it.

Alva drooped his eyelids and walked towards the fitness room without any energy.

I really miss the days of racing, drinking and smoking, but he is a life-saving person, no matter how much he hates the current life, he will not rashly do things to make his life short.

Alva turned on the treadmill and started running slowly.

For a moment, the only sound in the room was the sound of the treadmill starting and Alva's panting.

Five minutes later, though, Alva slipped off the treadmill straps and struggled to turn the machine off while checking his mileage.

It's less than 1000 meters... It's a step back from yesterday...

Alva sat on the ground, leaning against the treadmill behind his back, bowing his head and panting non-stop.

Is it because you used your ability today?Or simply because of eating too much fast food...

After 3 full minutes, his panting gradually calmed down, and at the same time, sleepiness surged up.

As a somewhat mentally weak person, he cherished all drowsiness and closed his eyes immediately.

The sound insulation in the fitness room is good, and the thick curtains also block the outside