The super power special team has come to a crap

I smiled—is it the third floor?Although it is a bit high for hiking, but for my beloved boyfriend, I will fight!

Panting, Alva climbed to the third floor, wiped his sweat against the wall, adjusted his breathing, opened the closed door with the card in his pocket very naturally, and walked in.

In fact, he didn't know whether the card he touched was the room card of the unlucky ghost's house, the membership card of which hotel, or the so-called access card, but he was able to remain calm and pretend that he was a local resident here , doing things without shaking hands and without heartbeat, and being caught will probably kill you.

Perhaps he is used to hovering on the edge of life and death.

On the third floor, which requires a pass card to enter, there are indeed many fewer people in the corridor, and the security is stricter. He also watched a young man being stopped by another leader who seemed to be of high rank. Documents and positions, and also called to verify.

But no one came to stop him, probably because he looked like he was walking in his own garden, so natural...

Perhaps because all the funds were used to build a fortress on this isolated island, the sound insulation effect of these rooms is not very good. As long as you put your ear against the door, even Alva's ears can hear whether someone is talking inside.

He listened to several times, and finally found a quiet room. After swiping his access card, he took out a piece of paper that he had put in his pocket at some time, folded it into a strip, and opened the lock—this kind of bastard He couldn't be more proficient in his lockpicking skills - push the door and go in.

He wanted to find a room where there was no one to rest and find out if there was anything he could use.

Helen who was tied to the chair screamed: "Go away! I will not follow you!! I only recognize the captain and bo—"

Alva: "..."

Helen: "..."

Alva slammed the door shut.

Fortunately, there were too many people shouting like Helen on this floor, so no one was attracted.

One of the two pressed the doorknob, the other shook his leg in embarrassment, and they were relatively speechless.

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Alva untied the rope that bound Helen, and said in a low voice, "This kind of thing can't be broken, are you a trash?"

"Why do you have the nerve to call me trash?" Helen glared angrily, and cursed back in a low voice, "I've been restrained by that bloody metal ring that can suppress my abilities, and I can't use any of my abilities!"

Alva pulled out a wire from nowhere and poked it into the lock that opened the metal ring.

Helen: "So now I'm a beautiful girl with no power to restrain a chicken!"

Alva: "Oh."

Alva's lockpicking skills were surprisingly good. Helen shook her hands that were a little numb from being handcuffed, and asked in doubt, "How did you learn this? Isn't the Space Department able to come and go anywhere?"

Alva replied indifferently: "When I was young, I wanted to sneak into Qiao's house to play - you know that their family is a bit pervertedly strict, and the space door can't be opened into the house at all, so I had to practice the lockpicking skills hard."

Helen had nothing to say, and didn't want to make any comments on this bad boy's way of entertainment.

"I want to ask you, what happened? Where did Nat go?"

Helen: "...When you ask this question, I suddenly want to ask you, how did you get in here again!! Could it be that you have betrayed? Go away, I will not join you! I only follow the captain and—— "

Alva couldn't help hitting her.

"We were on standby on the boat...we didn't know what happened, the boat suddenly shook, and there was a big wave on the sea. The whole person in the hospital panicked, only cared about not being drowned, and didn't know anything else... Then I passed out without knowing it, and when I woke up, I was here, and a woman came in to help me bake it. dry clothes, and asked me if I wanted to join them. But I could see right away that they were not good people! I rejected them decisively, and then I was tied up... I don't know what happened..." Helen said honestly She told everything she knew.

Alva: "..."

Helen: "What expression do you have! Is there anything wrong with what I said!"

"I don't know if you made a mistake, but do you know how many 'don't know' you said in that paragraph just now? Useless things." Alva rolled his eyes.

Helen originally wanted to scold back, but when she thought about it carefully, she found that he was not wrong, so she had to humbly accept the teaching, and then asked sincerely: "Then what should we do now?"

Alva: "...you stumped me."

The two people who had neither planned nor forward-looking looked at each other, feeling that the future was in a fog.

"How about we leave now? Anyway, the door is unlocked, and neither am I." Helen suggested.

Alva vetoed: "Didn't you say that someone will come to be your lobbyist? Although it's not your turn because your superpower is too ordinary, someone will come sooner or later. Then we will be exposed?"

"You're right...then how should we do it?"

Alva, who was the stronger of the two, made the decision: "When the lobbyist comes in, you knock her out, and then we leave, so that no one will notice that you are missing."

Helen: "That makes sense. So what are you doing?"

"I hid in a corner to rest for a while, the third floor was so high and I was so tired."

"……it is good."

Alva did what he said, and immediately went to find a clean place behind the door, sat down cross-legged, propped his cheeks with his hands, and felt sleepy.

Helen frantically restored the rope to its original shape, and then cuffed the high-grade metal ring that could restrain abilities to her wrist.

Started to wait quietly.

As soon as Alva relaxed, he felt something was wrong. It was as if someone had stabbed a very thin needle near his temple. He didn't feel any deep pain, but as long as he moved a little, it would be affected, a kind of The soreness spreads across the scalp.

As if it was a chain reaction, his chest began to feel tight, so he had to take a deep breath gently, allowing more oxygen to enter his half-destroyed lungs, but it was useless, the normal air seemed to become a stone wall, squeezed Crowded against his chest, making him feel suffocated.

Alva frowned, counted the time, and found that it was already noon, and the medicine he took before leaving home had passed twelve hours, and was slowly losing its effectiveness.

The tightness in his chest wasn't too uncomfortable—it was his normal state—but the headaches from using his superpowers were terribly uncomfortable because the painkillers weren't working.

If I knew the effect of the medicine would wear off, I wouldn't use my abilities so freely... Alva cursed in his heart.

But now thinking about anything is useless, and he can only hold his forehead with his hands, enduring the pain that intensifies—the thin needles in his temples are starting to make trouble in his brain, wishing to turn the world upside down and mess up his brain into mud.

There was even a layer of faint red light around the periphery of his field of vision, and the radiant bright spots occupied what he saw. Alva simply closed his eyes, but this made the pain from his head more obvious.

I don't know how long it took, in a trance, he seemed to feel something moving beside him, but he couldn't make any reaction, he just hid in a corner vaguely, clenched his teeth, and used all his strength to resist the possibility of something coming from his jaw. any sound leaked from the

Helen knocked out the persuader who came in two or three times—she is one of the best melee experts in the Sanctions Bureau, and it is not a problem to fight a useless Psychic system—walked in front of Alva, kicked him: "You I won't fall asleep, it's too much! Fortunately, this girl is amazing, let's go."

Alva fell headfirst to the ground, only then did Helen notice that his face was frighteningly ugly, his brows were tightly furrowed, and his eyelashes were wet with cold sweat.

"What's the matter with you? Don't scare me!" Helen was at a loss, she didn't even dare to touch her, she just leaned closer and asked.

Alva let out a few barely audible words from his lips, and weakly scratched the ground a few times with his fingers.

It wasn't because he was strong-willed that he didn't cry out for pain, but because he didn't even have the strength to speak out.

What should I do?Helen was about to cry. She was rummaging through her pockets in a daze, but her clothes were inspected when she was arrested, and it was impossible to leave anything useful. All that was left on her body were a few paper towels soaked in water. , and a few candies...

wrong!It's not sugar! !Helen suddenly opened her pocket. This is a painkiller specially made by the hospital in their bureau, which looks like sugar!

Don't ask her why she carries this kind of thing with her, girls always have to meet a good friend who they see once a month after they enter puberty.

Although I don't know what kind of disease Alva is suffering from—Helen thinks that his whole body, including his brain, is sick—but it is always right to give painkillers to people who are rolling in pain.

She opened Alva's mouth without mercy, and with her strength, she could suppress Alva's full struggle with one finger. His back, let him swallow all this medicine.

After about a quarter of an hour, Alva gradually calmed down, and he opened one eye in pain, feeling that his vision was still a little blurry.

"You're finally back to normal, let's go!" Helen said happily.

Alva: "...can't you let me take a break?"

"You just said to go to rest, but you fell ill in the end, how dare I let you rest." Helen felt sorry for her.

"I give you full marks for your logical reasoning ability." Alva struggled to get up, stretched his arms and kicked his legs to restore himself a little bit: "By the way, what did you give me to eat?"

"My medicine for dysmenorrhea."

"...when I didn't ask."

Although with the help of partial painkillers, Alva will not look too miserable, but