The super power special team has come to a crap

We will take these people back and hand them over to you.And someone who is louder, tell him to shut up. "

"Okay!" Helen happily stepped forward and slapped the young man on the head.Knocked him out, and then lifted seven or eight people together like carrying fruit, and entered the space door leading to the police station.

29

Passing through the space door, before Helen had time to feel nauseous and vomit due to the space crossing, she was startled by the crowds of people around the police station, and swallowed the churning desire in her stomach forcefully.

The few people they caught on the street probably couldn't even match the odds of this group of people.

A few steps away from this group of people stood a tall, handsome young man with a high nose and deep eyes. He was expressionless and said nothing.

The police officers standing around him looked at him with a mixture of admiration and horror.

"Hey, baby Natty, we're back!" Alva slapped the black-haired young man's shoulder from behind carelessly, and the latter flicked as if he had been greatly frightened, and his face slowly turned red from his neck up stand up.

"Oh, you're blushing like this, so what should you do if I kiss you?" Alva said and was about to move his face closer. There were unfamiliar policemen around, which made him almost cry.

"You're kidding, dear, miss me?" Alva just put his head on Nat's shoulders, and put all his weight on it: "I'm freezing to death, I'm exhausted, do it for me quickly!" a massage."

Nat lowered his head, pursed his lips and laughed: "I don't know how to massage, but only electrotherapy..."

Alva straightened his body immediately: "Actually, I'm very comfortable now..."

Nat laughed softly, pinched his cold hands, took a breath of hot air with both hands, and rubbed them carefully.

It is so right to call him cold, Alva thought with satisfaction, and then his expression changed: He waved at Helen, who brought all the people in her hand over—this caused the policemen to stare in horror. Turning to her: "Speaking of business, I wanted to report this situation to you, but there are more people on your side, and they are here for the civilians settled here?"

Nat nodded.

"Then you should also feel that they are too weak." Alva shrugged: "If all the people in the prison are this kind of garbage, we don't need to spend money to build such high-end cells-the money It can be given to me as a year-end bonus."

Nat agreed: "Well, they were probably brainwashed by psychics."

As one of the three special types, Alva is no stranger to the little tricks of the Psychic Department: "I asked casually, it should be brainwashed through language assistance, and the degree is not very deep, and those who are a little more rational are brainwashed." The others are easily awakened...the most important thing is that they are so weak that even Helen might easily clean up a bunch of them."

"What do you mean even me, I am also very powerful!"

Nat ignored the cries of resentment from his team members: "Although they are not high-level, they are numerous in number and full of hostility. Against ordinary people or low-level ability users, their lethality may not be low. So their Its existence value is likely to attract high-level ability users."

Alva took out the communicator, connected Joe, and briefly explained the situation.

With a thick and tired voice, Joe came out of the communicator: "Several groups of people have reported this situation to me, but now there is really no way, we are too short of manpower."

"When will there be assistance?" Alva asked.

"At least wait until dawn. Today is Christmas, and many people cannot be contacted. I will communicate with the military as soon as possible, hoping to dispatch some of their special forces, plus our ability users. I'll leave it to you now." Joe sighed: "Especially you, Alva, you are the only space department at level 8 in our bureau, if a large-scale personnel transfer is required, your strength will be needed."

Alva responded and complained: "After the matter is over, you have to give me a bonus."

"Don't worry, I'll send it to you even if I pay out of my own pocket." Qiao chuckled lightly, then paused again: "A call came in, let's talk later... What? Say it again?!"

Alva frowned and asked, "What's wrong?"

Joe didn't answer him, but asked urgently: "When did it happen?? What about the people at the scene? Where's their bodyguard? What's going on now? Do they have any requests?"

After a while, he said in a low voice, "Okay, I see, I will deal with it."

Alva asked again: "Joe, what happened?"

"..." Joe was silent for a few seconds before he forced his calm voice to come out: "The escaped superpowers have kidnapped the mayor."

Alva: "What?"

"The mayor of our city is safe and sound—probably because we usually publicize that the security work is relatively in place—but apart from our city, the mayors of more than half of the cities in the Saskatchewan were attacked almost at the same time. The whereabouts are now lost, everyone at the scene was killed, and the robbers did not make any demands, but I think...it should be soon." Joe said: "Anyway, you guys come back first, and I will find some people over there... Damn, there are so many people when the salary is paid, why can't they find it when it's time to work."

"I see, I'll be right there." Alva said, stretched out his hand to grab it, and a space door as tall as a person appeared in front of him out of thin air. He put down the communicator, and said to Nat concisely: "Joe told us to go back, something happened .”

Nat looked at the surrounding policemen and the knocked down attackers, hesitated for a moment, was pushed forward by Alvara, and stuffed into the space door.

The policemen could not help admiring the human-shaped electric shock baton just now being manipulated by the man in front of him who seemed to have neglected to exercise his limbs and limp.

Helen and Feng were stunned, and asked stammeringly, "Are we leaving just like that... What about the civilians?"

The police also reconsidered: "That is, what should we do if someone comes to attack again!"

"Aren't you the police, think of your own way." Alva rolled his eyes and directed the remaining two people: "Joe is in a hurry, if you still want a bonus, hurry up."

Helen immediately started to move, and quickly dragged Feng, who was still dazed, into the space door without wasting a second.

Seeing that everyone was already in place, Alva put his hands in his pockets and wobbled into one foot, but his shoulder was caught.

"Are you the team leader? Please, please stay and help us. It doesn't matter what happens to us, but those citizens who have taken refuge in the police station are innocent and cannot be hurt!" A young police officer said excitedly, Alva Turning her head to look at him, she shrank her shoulders and wanted to break free, but the other party was using too much force, and his tiny struggle was not worth mentioning at all.

"I'm not the team leader. The captain has already left." Alva could only shrug his shoulders and push the blame to Nat: "I can't make any decisions on my own." He said it as if he wasn't the one who ordered the entire team just now.

"But, but..." the young policeman said: "Only you can deal with those monsters. We are really powerless. Do you know that ordinary guns can't even hurt them in the slightest!"

"I know, the bullets don't want to touch me." Alva laughed suddenly, revealing the two dimples on the corner of his mouth: "Don't worry, although our group of monsters are gone, there will be other monsters coming over as substitutes— —And judging from the numbers, all the monsters that can be used in the entire city have been knocked down by our captain."

The young policeman froze for a moment, then let go of his hand slightly: "Sorry, that's not what I meant..."

Alva didn't intend to listen to him at all. After his shoulders were free, he stepped into the space door. After he left, the distorted space instantly returned to normal, as if the group of them had never appeared before.

thirty

"It's so warm and comfortable!" The first thing Alva did when he entered Joe's office was to throw himself on the radiator, almost sticking his whole body on it. Then he turned his head and looked at the other people with serious faces.

Joe probably explained the situation to them. Both Helen and Feng made expressions that looked like the sky was falling, but Nat was very calm and asked, "Is there anything we need to do?"

"I have asked people to cut off the signals of TV towers and radio stations to prevent them from causing chaos through these channels again, and I have also asked special personnel to monitor abnormal flows on the network. But this matter involves too many areas , It is difficult for us to carry out perfect prevention and control." Joe rubbed the center of his brows and sighed: "So I hope you can find out where they are, kill the robbers, and rescue the hostages-I think since they didn't kill them on the spot Mayors, they should be alive by now."

"To put it bluntly, I don't know where to find it," Alva yawned against the air outlet, "and I'm a little sleepy."

"Fuck off, you obviously suffer from insomnia every day!" Joe scolded.

"Isn't insomnia just lying in bed unable to fall asleep, and wanting to sleep after working?" Alva plausibly said.

"After finishing this ticket, I will give you a month's leave. You can sleep however you like, even if you change men to sleep with each other every day, I don't care about you."

"You don't care about it," Alva said, and gave Nat a wink. "And I won't change it. I am a serious and serious person, Captain Nat, are you right?"

The two villains in Nat's head quarreled violently.

The rational villain roared: "Gossip in an emergency, is there anything more annoying than this?!"

The sentimental man exclaimed: "But that's