The super power special team has come to a crap

The detective team will definitely find it. "

Alva responded, and said with little interest: "The island where the poor mayors you are looking for is about [-] to [-] kilometers eastward and [-] to [-] kilometers southward."

Everyone: "..."

Alva reached out his hand: "This is my communicator number, please notify me when you find the location of the fifth group, I will go first."

"Oh..." Donald nodded and watched him leave, not knowing where he went above the boundless sea.

The rest of the people began to chatter: "Leader Kelin, who is he?"

"Why would he know where the destination is?"

"What the hell is he here for?"

"Leader, is there really a big difference between when you were young and now?"

"Your last question is too much!" Donald rubbed his forehead, recalled the past, and sighed: "I really don't know him well. When he was shoulder to shoulder with the boss, I was just an unknown person, only cooperating with him." A few times."

"He is really a very, very good space system ability user... just don't know why, one day he disappeared from our sight, after that, I haven't seen him for several years, I didn't expect He's still alive." Donald woke up from the memory, and corrected his expression: "Anyway, I'll confirm his purpose with the boss first, after all... there are rumors that he has an extraordinary relationship with the leader of the Freedom Nest."

34

Alva was a little tired and sleepy, and his weakened body function could no longer adapt to working overnight all night, but the words "Leader Searle's whereabouts are unknown" tightened his nerves like a spell, making him He couldn't relax at all.

He recalled the information that Joe had told him, and found the place where the ship they were on had capsized—several people were already cleaning up the scene and putting bags on the bodies.

The sun rose from the bottom of the sea, and gilded the sides of all people--the living who bagged others, and the dead who were bagged.

Alva watched silently for a while, and left here.

Ever since that accident happened, he always thought that his life would pass in such a short and poor way—to be a foreign aid to Joe when he had something to do, and to stay at home when it was not to be troubled—never thought that he would be able to live again. Interlocking fingers with someone, snuggling together, talking about some of the most common topics, but you can feel peace from the bottom of your heart.

Of course, he is confident, or narcissistic like him, and he doesn't feel that his body is a burden at all. He thinks that his outstanding personality charm is worthy of anyone.But there is no one who can make him surrender his trust and heart with confidence.

After all, he was stabbed so hard by his close friends, relatives, and partners who had been together for countless days and nights.

He couldn't even give Joe his wholehearted trust.

As a result, Nat just appeared.

Alva smiled softly, he rarely showed such a smile that neither pretended to be obedient nor ironic, the sun shone on his face, and the reflection of his harsh face softened a bit.

In the next second, he restrained his smile, his eyebrows were suddenly lowered, and his face was so solemn that it was almost scary.

Which bastard dares to take his people away from him, he must skin him, hang him upside down on the big clock in the city center, chop off his hands and feet, and let him go to hell!

Alva stood on an island, his hands and feet were a little weak.

It was still a little bit reluctant for him to find someone on the huge sea. After running around nearly a hundred islands, he finally found such an island that made him feel strongly that something was wrong when he set foot on it.

Alva frowned and looked at the scenery on the island. Whether it was the seabirds flying in the air or the lush vegetation, they were all very normal, but the spatial perception system rooted in his mind clearly outlined a scene that was different from what he saw. Smell a very different profile.

The space of this island is like a deep well. In the ordinary space, there is a bottomless independent space. The internal space flows like a pool of stagnant water. Alva even doubts that he can not cut a hole in it.

Those with the ability of the space system created a brand new space here that is free from the real world. This kind of space created by individuals is very unstable and easy to collapse, but it will be much better if multiple people cooperate.

Judging from its firmness, this is not the work of one person, at least it was made by more than three people.Alva speculated that it was no wonder that the satellite positioning could not find their location, so they hid in such a place.

It's really troublesome... He complained in his heart, the most troublesome thing about this kind of independent space is that the rules of the space are made by the creator of the space.

Although most people will directly copy the physical rules of the earth-if you create new rules without any rules, it will collapse in a few seconds-but who knows if the creators will plant a bomb in the common rules.

Alva was about to take a few steps inside when he heard the voice of someone talking, and hurriedly hid in the bushes on one side.

He saw a few people falling from the sky—probably thanks to the control department—beating rhythmically on a stone in the middle of the forest a few times, a hole was suddenly torn in the empty air, and a few people came out and began to check List, and conduct fingerprint and iris detection, after confirming that they are correct, introduce them into the space.

Alva observed behind the bushes for a period of time, and found that the frequency of people coming and going here is not low, and they are not familiar with each other. As long as they can get in, no one probably knows whether the people coming and going are their own people.

It just so happened that a new group of people left, Alva immediately took a photo, typed the latitude and longitude of the island, and sent it to Joe. He stood up gently and tiptoed over.

Ten centimeters around his body, a layer of space doors wrapped him like a membrane. From the outside, he seemed to be dug out of the air, and he could only pass through his disguise , directly seeing the scene that can be seen after crossing him.

He turned the good space door into an invisibility cloak.

Alva held his breath, shrunk his figure to the minimum, and stretched his stiff ligaments to the maximum. After the group left, before the gap in the space had a critical moment, he rushed in.

Then he stopped immediately, stepped back half a step, and pressed his back tightly against the space wall of this independent space.

Because the rules of this ghost space actually disable the ability of the space system!

Alva wanted to scold the street very much, but there were two guards facing him who hadn't left a few meters in front of him. He could only try his best to keep himself away from this damn space, and try his best to keep his disguise from being exposed.

Fortunately, the guards here are not full-time guards. They only supervise when people come in and out. When the flow of people is over, they leave on their own.

Alva waited for the people in front to leave his sight far away, and then he let out a long sigh of relief, removed the disguise he had maintained with difficulty, and stepped into the corridor as if nothing had happened.

This space is roughly a fortress. It is impossible to tell how many floors it has inside, but the walls and pillars are made of very strong materials. Even if they appear carelessly outside, they should be able to withstand attacks for a period of time.

Alva's deduction is not wrong, there are too many people coming and going in this fortress, and most of them are strange people in strange clothes-probably ordinary people will not be attracted by the Freedom Nest-even his kind Walking in the white hair, it will not make people feel conspicuous and weird.

But just in case, he turned into the toilet, squatted here, and took advantage of an unknown person who came to solve the third emergency to untie his pants, and shot him in the head—fortunately, his gun was equipped with a gun. , searched the poor man's pockets, tore off the photo on the searched ID, and pasted his own on it.

I also found a card that I don't know what to use, so I put it all away

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After cleaning up the scene a bit, he pushed the unlucky man to sit on the toilet, and locked the door for him intimately. The Alva left the toilet like a dog, and wandered in the long corridor.

Hmm... what the hell is this place for, where did they get the money to build such a high-end place, and is Nat even here?While thinking, Alva put his hands in his pockets and went up the stairs.

As soon as the iron steps are stepped up, there will be a lot of noise. After Alva walked a few steps, he heard the sound of bang bang footsteps from top to bottom. After a while, two young girls held hands. Hands came down from above.

"Did you know, I heard that there are new members joining us!"

"Really? It's great, is it a man or a woman? I hope it's a woman... Of course, a handsome man is also good."

"There are both men and women. Our minister is giving them ideological work. As long as they agree to join, we will have several more companions."

They went downstairs talking and laughing, and met Alva, who smiled at them, and turned to let them go first in a gentlemanly manner.

"Thank you." A girl thanked him loudly, then turned to her companion and said, "The minister told me not to peek at him now, but I'm so curious, shall we be together later?"

"It's fine if you go by yourself, don't take me with you, I don't want to be punished." The companion was not happy.

"Hehehe, but he's on the third floor, and I don't have a pass card, so I can't rub you." The girl smiled playfully, and the sound of their conversation and their footsteps gradually faded away.

Alva touched the card in his pocket, with a smile on his face