The super power special team has come to a crap

Having said that, let me explain the assignment of task personnel. "Joe's big head said: "There are a total of 52 people involved in this mission, and the overall leader is Donald Kling. "

Listening to Joe's introduction, Nat looked up at the middle-aged man standing at the front of the crowd. He had a mature and stable face and looked very reliable.

"Why not the captain? I think the captain is probably the most capable player in the field, and he is also the most handsome..." Helen muttered softly, and Ella smiled softly covering her mouth, and made eye contact with Helen.

Let me talk to so many people, let me die... Nat thought silently.

"The leader of the fifth team is Nat Seale. He is from the General Administration of Sasdek. He is the captain of the special forces White Eagle. He has achieved perfect success in many secret missions."

As soon as Joe finished speaking, a dozen people around Nat suddenly turned their attention to him, which made him tremble and his face tightened.

No one could see that there was a socially phobic and useless heart under his cool and handsome face because of his expressionless face.

"How about it, my team leader is indeed the most handsome!" Brainless fans Helen and Ella whispered, Ella nodded vigorously, and the two people with the same aesthetics secretly held hands.

I'm so happy to have become good friends.

However, the object of their admiration, although he has a face that fascinates thousands of girls and a homosexual, is doing ridiculous psychological work for himself:

Nat, you can do it!It's okay, it's just work!Speak up, don't be afraid, don't shake your voice!Come on!

"Everyone. First time meeting. I'm Nat Seale. It's a pleasure working with you."

After briefly introducing himself and getting to know the team members, he was summoned to the leader Donald to listen to the specific assignment of tasks.

Most of his members are combat-type ability users, and the only auxiliary system is Ayla, who was pulled here temporarily, so his task in this mission is very simple-wait for the search results, and carry out intrusion rescue.

Compared with other teams who had to survey the entire sea area in a helicopter, he only had to wait for the news on the boat, which couldn't be easier-at least until the news, it was true.

This fact made him a little absent-minded, and his thoughts turned involuntarily: What is Alva doing now... It's so cold, will he catch a cold?

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Alva yawned a lot. He was squatting on the side of the road in an indecent posture, holding a sandwich bought from a roadside fast food restaurant, rolling his eyes after taking a bite.

"It's awful, and it's still cold, I really want to go home," he grumbled, but finished the rest of the sandwich in two bites, licking the salad dressing stuck to the wrapper.

"...Are we really free to eat?" Feng asked worriedly, holding the stuffed hamburger in his hand.

"I've worked so hard all night, won't I even be allowed to eat breakfast? Besides, if I don't eat, I'll get a stomachache, which will reduce my work efficiency. I'm the most outstanding space system user in the whole bureau, If I don't want to work anymore, everyone will be done." Alva felt plausible, but Feng couldn't help asking: "Will a porter's strike have any impact on the overall situation?"

Alva: "...then you just shut up and let me have a meal in peace."

Having said that, he still stood up, and casually used the space door to throw the garbage into the trash can across the road——Feng couldn't help but look sideways at this, how lazy this person is—clapped his hands, and said: "Go back, I've checked everything, although you didn't find anything special, but I'm about to find out where they are hiding, tsk tsk tsk, oops, oops."

Feng wanted to hit him a little bit, but considering that he might not be able to beat him as a pure support, he had to grit his teeth and endure it.

"However, how can you be sure that they are going to the West Sea? What kind of space trajectory? Didn't they deliberately lie to you?" Feng asked, full of distrust in areas he didn't understand at all.

"How many people do you think can see that mysterious trajectory flow," Alva said with a half-smile.

"But isn't the leader of Wings of Liberty very familiar with you? Is it possible that he knew you were involved in the operation, so he deliberately misled you?" Feng asked. The more he thought about it, the more frightened he was, and he wanted to contact Joe immediately to report him Found.

"You just thought of it now, isn't it too late?" Alva chuckled and explained: "I've checked it out a long time ago, and the anomalous flows in space are indeed scattered, but no matter whether they flow south or north, in the end It all converges in the ocean to the west, and once there there is no new movement."

Feng looked at the rare and serious Alva, and couldn't help feeling a little admiration in his heart: it was only at this moment that he realized for the first time that the foolish young man in front of him was the one who supported the Superpower Crime Sanctions Bureau together with the boss. One of the elders.

"In addition, I secretly went to their transfer station along the track to confirm their destination. There are nine out of ten chances that this is the case." Alva laughed haha, and easily put his hands up. On Feng's shoulders.

Feng nodded: "In this way, I can rest assured...? Wait! When did you go?!"

"When you concentrate on touching the floor."

"I don't call it touching the floor! My ability can only be used when I touch an object!" Feng yelled brokenly: "So when I used my ability and was defenseless, you left me alone and went to the enemy's territory !?"

Alva was so frightened by his intense emotions that he withdrew his hand and said haha: "Anyway, there is no problem. I have a sense of proportion, and there really is."

Feng: You have a sense of proportion!

But before he could convert the furious curses in his heart into a more qualified language, he was slapped on the back by Alva, staggered into the space door just opened in front, and fell into Joe's office .

Feng: "..."

He immediately sat upright, maintaining his image in front of the boss.

"Joe, we've finished the investigation, have the people on your side set off—" Alva followed in from behind, and stopped halfway when he saw the room.

Joe was not in the office, only a young girl was cleaning the shards of glass on the carpet—it must have been smashed by Joe when he got angry—the girl was staring blankly at the two people who suddenly entered the room, The body froze.

"We are..." Before Feng could finish his explanation, the girl took a step back vigilantly and pressed the alarm button under Joe's desk. The guards rushed in immediately.

Alva & Feng: "..."

Raul, who rushed in with the guards and was about to beat up the intruder to vent his anger: "..."

After explaining to the security personnel of the entire building that all this was just a misunderstanding, the hard-working secretary, Raul, let out a long sigh and took Alva and Feng out of the office: "Boss is holding a temporary meeting, and I will take you to the meeting room Wait in the lounge next to it, you can also take a rest, do you want to make you a breakfast and a cup of coffee?"

Alva proudly said, "No, I've already eaten it!"

Raul: "..." Didn't you go on a mission, where did you eat?

Feng was not familiar with Joe, the right-hand secretary, so he couldn't participate in the conversation between them, so he had to follow their footsteps and think about a question: Why did Alva open the space door directly to his office when the boss's office is so heavily guarded? Inside, where are the measures to defend against space-type abilities?

It seems that the boss really trusts his new colleague... Then should I hold his thigh tightly in the future...?

Feng recalled Alva's always smiling face, and decisively gave up this idea.

After taking the two to the lounge, Raul left without touching the ground. Before leaving, he asked someone to pour a cup of black tea and milk for the two of them.

I have to say that when everyone is overwhelmed, a secretary who can not forget to prepare tea for colleagues and remember the type of drink they prefer is very comforting.

Holding the cup in both hands, Alva yawned when he heard Joe's voice of cursing faintly in the meeting room next door.

Feng was a little terrified: "What are they arguing about, so fierce?"

"It's always a matter of not enough money and too few people. It's none of our business." Alva took a sip of the milk at the right temperature, and began to plan to go home before the end of the meeting - this damn unexpected incident is unknown How long should it last? His medicine didn't come out.

Although Alva was extremely lazy, his ability to act after making a decision was astonishing. He waved at Feng, said "see you later", and was about to go home with the space door.

Alva would be home by now if no one had stumbled through the gate and shouted his urgent report after being stopped by the guards outside the conference room.

The person delivering the news had a pale face and disheveled hair, but he still eagerly grabbed the guard's shoulders and shouted anxiously: "I want to see the boss! The boat of the fifth group of the Corps heading to the west coast sank for unknown reasons! The whereabouts of more than [-] people, including the logistics staff and team leader Searle, are all missing! Let me in!"

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Alva's head buzzed, and he wondered for a moment whether his useless ears were completely useless.

The guard was also stunned for a moment, and didn't realize whether he should let it go or not. The person who came was about to pass him to knock on the door of the conference room, but before his hand touched the door, someone stopped him.

"Say it again, who is missing?" Al