The super power special team has come to a crap

Waxia stepped from the sofa in the lounge to the door of the meeting room, and put his hand on the shoulder of the visitor, with an extremely ugly expression on his face.

"It's the fifth action group involved in the rescue operation..."

"Who is the team leader?" Alva interrupted impatiently.

"Captain Seale...Captain Nat Seale."

With a "bang", Alva kicked open the door of the conference room and shouted, "Joe, get the fuck out of me!"

The soundproofing of the meeting room is very good, and the people inside can't hear the commotion outside. The man sitting in the first place looked at the unscrupulous young man who kicked the door with some confusion. Before he had time to ask a question, the young man flashed in front of him.

"Where did you send Nat? Why was he on the boat, and why did the boat sink?" Alva grabbed Joe by the collar—he rarely did such physical work—and asked through gritted teeth.

Qiao was taken aback for a moment, then immediately looked around at the participants, and lowered his voice: "Don't talk here... Where did you get the news from?"

Alva followed the good example—pushed Joe into the newly opened space door, returned to his heavily guarded office, grabbed the clothes of the messenger from a few floors away, and brought him along.

"I'm just based on the information you provided, and let those who are capable of fighting go to explore and rescue first." After listening to the report, Joe pondered: "The ship sank, and no one was found... This is not in line with common sense. The members of the fifth group can swim, and the logistics personnel who match the boat have also learned the rescue skills to deal with the unexpected shipwreck, which is undoubtedly an attack by the opponent."

"I want you to analyze these nonsense! Why don't you quickly find out where they are now!?" Alva was furious, and the messenger looked at the unknown person yelling at the boss in awe, and added: "According to the According to the news from the third group on the helicopter exploring the island, their ship capsized instantly, and they didn't even send out a distress signal. After subsequent searches, only the damaged hull was found, and no corpses appeared—— It’s a blessing in misfortune.”

Just as Joe was about to say something, the man's communicator rang. Joe signaled him to go off and quickly picked it up. Then his expression changed: "Seven corpses were found?"

Joe's face became serious, and Alva called out directly: "Whose is it?!"

The man put down the communicator and reported the names of seven people, all of whom Alva had never heard of. He couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, but Joe frowned: "These are all logistics personnel, and they are all without Ordinary people with superpowers."

"Yes, these seven people are also the only people on that ship who do not have superpowers... The whereabouts of the others are still unknown."

"Intuition tells me that the others are still alive, but..." Qiao paused: "The fifth group is the group with the highest average combat effectiveness in the rescue operation. If they disappear, the possibility of the operation's failure will greatly increase. And they're clearly on our guard...have to prepare for the worst."

He rang the bell and called Raul: "Go and prepare a press release."

Afterwards, I made three or four more phone calls, gave a lot of instructions that were confusing, and finally scratched my hair again and let out a long sigh.

"Joe," Alva called.

"Oh, Alva, are you still there? Go take a rest, you're not in good health, don't... be hard... hold on..." Joe's final voice trembled: "What are you going to do!"

Alva's hand was on the space door, and there was a blue sea outside the door. The humid sea breeze even blew his half-length white hair on his shoulders along the space door, and his face was always indifferent. Seriously: "I'm going to find Nat and have a word with you."

"I'll send someone else to look for it, it's not your turn! You save this life for me honestly, I still have other places to use you!" Joe stood up abruptly, wanting to give Alva pull back.

"I'm just letting you know, I'm not asking for your opinion, don't get me wrong." Alva waved his hand at him: "I'm leaving, I'll come back when I find someone, don't miss me too much."

"Hey!" Joe reached out to grab his clothes, but Alva's movements were too fast, and he had already entered the long-open door. Joe only grabbed the air full of ocean, and his friend was gone.

He had no choice but to curse inwardly, and then worked tirelessly to activate his seldom-used superpowers, conveying information and precautions logically to this friend who didn't follow orders.

After delivering the message, he couldn't help rolling his eyes again, and scolded Alva severely—this time with Reese, who was insane—and then left his seat contentedly, and went to drive him again. Interrupted meeting.

As soon as he went out, he met Feng.

Panting, Feng ran from the conference room to the office: "Boss, what happened to the captain? What happened?"

Joe looked at him pityingly, and told the story briefly.

Feng: "..."

Abandoned ah ah ah ah ah ah! ! !

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Alva jumped to an uninhabited island. This place was not so much an island as a rock on which he could land, but he didn't care. He sat down carelessly and closed his eyes.

With him as the center, the space within a radius of 3 kilometers is like a [-]D model, built in his mind in an orderly manner from near to far.

He could feel the ups and downs of the waves in the distance, the flow of the clouds in the sky, and he could easily "see" a helicopter advancing at high speed thirty kilometers away from him.

This is Alva's innate ability, he was born able to grasp such mysterious things as space.

Joe seems to have sent a helicopter too, let's go and have a look.Thinking so, Alva "walked" onto the plane.

He was relaxed and casual, but the people on the plane were frightened by him, and they put on an offensive posture in a hurry, and all five guns were aimed at him in an instant, Alva blinked, and wanted to raise his hands as a gesture of surrender, but I found that my whole body had been immobilized by an unknown force, and I couldn't even move a single finger.

A little too big.He thought, and quickly raised a harmless smile, revealing two shallow dimples at the corners of his mouth, and said openly: "I misunderstood, I am one of my own."

However, no one would listen to his defense, and one of them shouted sharply: "Who are you, and what is the purpose of sneaking in here?"

Another person followed up and asked: "How did you get in? This helicopter has already been solidified to prevent intrusion. Even a space system user who is good at moving can't easily move in!"

"This level of solidification also wants to stop me..." Alva muttered softly.

"What are you talking about? Louder!"

"Nothing, nothing." Alva immediately said with a smile on his face: "It's just that I'm really not a suspicious person. My ID is in my right pocket, and you can check it as much as you want—anyway, I can't resist now, if you still don't worry , you can ask your boss, I was sent by him to support you."

No one can match his ability to open his eyes and tell nonsense.

"We don't have the authority to talk to the boss directly." Although his face was still stern, his tone softened a little.One signaled his companion to find Alva's ID, and the person being searched was calm and at ease, not at all what he should be like when he was being pointed at by five guns.

"What's your name? Did you forge this document?" The searcher put a hand on Alva's head and asked.

Alva tilted his head in displeasure, but was quickly restrained, so he could only reply, "Alva Phil, of course this is not fake."

The man nodded and withdrew his hand. Before he could speak, Alva robbed him: "How about it, I didn't lie. But your skills are still a bit weak, just to be a lie detector, you have to rely on people." Might as well carry a real lie detector with you."

The psychic who can tell the truth from falsehoods blushes and turns pale, but since Alva is telling the truth, he can only give him a hard look.

"Okay, now that you know that I'm on your own, then let me go, I'm in a hurry—" Alva's ability to pretend to be cute couldn't last even 10 minutes, and he immediately revealed his true nature, mocking with half-raised eyebrows .

"I heard the voice sound familiar, but I didn't expect it to be you, you haven't changed at all!" Suddenly a person in the cockpit of the helicopter turned his head and greeted him familiarly.

The rest quickly saluted: "Leader Kelin."

Donald Kling, the leader of the rescue operation, happened to be on this helicopter. He got up from the pilot's seat—someone filled his place right away—and walked towards Alva with a big smile: "Long time no see Yes, Alva."

Alva: "...Who are you?"

"..." Donald was stunned for a moment, and sighed with a wry smile: "Well, you are indeed exactly the same as before."

"Really? Then you must be very different from before, I don't recognize you at all." Alva rubbed his wrist - he was released, and his joints hurt terribly.

"Have I aged so much?" Donald touched his face, extremely worried: "But forget it, in fact, you don't know me very well..."

"Although I don't remember who you are, I want to ask you something." Alva interrupted him, and leaned his elbow on Donald's shoulder very familiarly: "The fifth team of your operation disappeared?"

Donald's expression suddenly became serious: "Yes, I have asked the team looking for the island to give priority to finding the whereabouts of the members of the fifth team..."

"Have you found it?" Alva interrupted eagerly.

"No news for the time being." Looking at Alva's eyes that instantly dimmed, Donald couldn't help saying: "We have the most elite