The super power special team has come to a crap

I didn't see it—probably lack of manpower is a big problem that both decent and villain organizations must face.

There are no guards on the fifth floor, only a locked door, and a display screen prompting to enter the password. There is no prompt, and there is no specific regulation on the number of digits.

"Ah, Alva... what should I do?" Helen hesitated, she pulled the doorknob forcefully—her strength was not human strength—the door remained motionless, and she was honored to be knocked on the head again.

"Don't move around! If it is really broken by you, the alarm will definitely be triggered, and then we will not even try to run!" Alva frowned, thought for a while, reached out and pressed a few times, only to hear "click" With a soft bang, the door opened.

Helen: "...how did you guess that?"

Alva: "There are many possible answers, so I just guessed one at random, but I didn't expect to get it right."

Helen: "...Why don't you think about how to run when the alarm is triggered!"

"Don't talk nonsense, of course I guessed the most likely answer." Alva knocked on Helen's head wildly like riding a horse, telling her to go faster.

Alva really knew Reese very well, but even he didn't know that this ex-boyfriend who made him want to pack up his memories and throw them into the trash can, had always imagined that he would come to him, and specially set up the easiest way for him. Guessed password.

But so what if they know each other as they know themselves.

Even if a person has a perfect understanding with a dog, he will never fall in love with a dog.

And it's a biting dog.

When he reached the middle floor between the fifth and sixth floors, Alva signaled Helen to let him down, then lightly stamped his numb feet and said

Said: "Up is the top floor. Reese likes high places. If Nat is really with him, it must be in one of the rooms above—I guess it is the one in the middle. There should be real guards on it, be careful act."

Helen nodded: "Well, then let's go rescue the captain now!"

This kind of straight-minded person is full of mobility, and he is about to rush up the stairs. Alva quickly grabbed her by the back of the collar and cursed: "Are you pretending to be muscles in your brain? At least check the situation first!"

"I've seen it. There are two people in total. Don't question my professionalism!" Helen was dissatisfied.

"...Your eyes are so quick."

"So I'm a professional. Although I have to listen to other people's orders when performing complex tasks, it's not a problem to knock down one or two people." After Helen finished speaking, she shook off Alva's hand and rushed up again.

Alva: "..." Is there really no problem?

Although Helen's superpower is the strengthening of her upper limbs, her running speed is also extremely fast. When Alva's eyes blurred, she disappeared from sight and rushed to the top of the stairs, completely refusing to give the opponent a chance to suppress from top to bottom .

"Who?!" Facing the sudden attack, the guards didn't panic. One attacked the intruder, and the other immediately went to ring the alarm.

But Helen didn't give him a chance to strike at all. Her fist was faster than her footsteps, and there was even a gust of wind when she punched. Several openings were opened.

Helen didn't stop, she lowered her body, dodged the flames that were rushing towards her face, exerted all her strength on her feet, and swept out a leg, directly attacking the lower limbs of the two of them.

She kicked one side down, and the other jumped up slightly, as if she had experienced this kind of attack thousands of times.Helen heard a soft sound of a lighter, and the tongue of flame drew a nearly perfect arc from top to bottom, but as if she had predicted the trajectory, she turned slightly sideways and passed the flame.

The two stood still and saw each other's faces clearly.

Helen: "..."

Torres: "..."

Helen: "Torris, you bastard! You fucking betrayed us just to watch the gate!"

Torres: "...Why are you here? Could it be that there is a task in the group, and Feng is also here?"

"You still have the face to mention Feng, you already sent him to the hospital!" Helen said angrily, and immediately punched Torres in the face, and kicked the other person who was about to get up, preventing him from pressing alarm.

"I didn't do it on purpose!" Torres moved away. When they were colleagues, they had to practice against each other several times a week. They were very familiar with each other's attack routines, and it was difficult to distinguish between them.

The other person groped to get up, and while Torres was dodging, Helen turned around and hit the other person's face with her elbow. Her speed was so fast that the person didn't even get up completely before hitting the wall hard , the wall was forced out of a big hole, blood dripped all over the wall, Helen punched him in the stomach again, to make sure that his ribs were broken into slag like potato chips, watching him slide slowly along the wall fell down and fell to the ground.

Even if he didn't die, he wouldn't be able to get up for a while.

Helen challenged Torris: "Isn't your current companion too weak? Or, like him, you became a weak chicken after changing sides?"

"Well... Actually, he's quite strong." Torres muttered, but soon he couldn't speak.

Although Helen usually likes quick fights when fighting, but as a power user who relies on strength, she has learned various fighting skills, and has dabbled in Sanda, combat and karate - or mastered them.

Her movements are erratic like a ghost, but her strength is like a wild elephant. Torres can only keep defending with flames, and he has no time to press the alarm-maybe the only remaining companion friendship is the cause, and he also Did not choose to call for help.

Helen and Torres were originally equal in fighting strength, but now the former is full of anger against the betrayer, and his moves are extraordinary. After more than a dozen moves, he forced Torres to retreat several steps, but he didn't wait for Helen. Taking advantage of the victory and chasing after him, the latter ran away, blocked Helen's path with flames, and ran down the steps.

He shouted as he ran, "Do you think I don't know your habits? Feng must be hiding behind in a safe place to enjoy the cool air."

He rushed across the corner and raised his hand: "Hi, long time no see—"

Alva waved at him: "Long time no see."

Torres: "..."

At the moment when he was stunned, Helen slapped his palm on the back of the neck, knocking him unconscious.

The two space departments enjoying the cool air in a safe area applauded: "Wow, that's amazing!"

"Hey, that's a must, no one can beat me in melee combat!" Helen bragged triumphantly: "Let's save the captain!"

She looked upstairs and was shocked to find that the man she had beaten to the point of bleeding out of his head got up and rang the alarm.

In an instant, an explosion-like siren sounded throughout the entire building, and Helen even heard the sound of boiling footsteps from below.

Depend on!No wonder Torres hesitated to speak just now. This person can't fight, but he is so resistant to fighting!

Helen cursed furiously in her heart, but she could only pick up Ella with her left hand, grab Alva on her back with her right hand, and run towards the top floor as fast as an arrow.

The guard with extraordinary resilience was very weak in combat—it might also be because his opponent was Helen. If Alva was the opponent, he would be more than enough to hit ten—he was punched by the galloping Helen Lifted to the wall.

This time, his upper body was stuck in the wall. Even if he survived by luck, it would probably take half an hour to get himself out of the hole in the wall.

"Front, further ahead, in the middle there should be a particularly pompously decorated door," Alva commanded on Helen's back: "Yes! That's it, kick it open!"

Helen kicked at the door, but couldn't open it—after all, it was the chief's room, and basic protective measures were still in place—he switched hands and punched hard, piercing through the door.

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Nat twisted his fingers to the limit, grabbed the amplified button his mother had carefully prepared for him on the cuff, cut the end of the thread with his nails, and pulled it off forcefully. Before he could use it, he saw him His subordinates rushed into the room carelessly, carrying his new team members and carrying his lover on their backs.

"..." He stared blankly at the door, unable to say a word.

"Hi." Alva was calm and composed, and waved vigorously at him, as if he met him by chance in the cafeteria.

"Alva." Rees recited his name in an aria: "Have you come to me?"

Alva was silent for a while, then tapped Helen on the back, asking her to let him down, and took a few steps in the direction of Nat—in fact, Reese.

A fiery flame hit one centimeter in front of his shoe.

Reese looked at him with a smile: "Alva, you haven't answered me yet."

Alva looked directly at him and replied with a smile: "Of course, my dear. Why don't you let me near you?"

"Why would I refuse your approach? You must have misunderstood me." Reese waved his hand, and a path with half-human-high flames on both sides extended in front of Alva: "Come here quickly, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

Without much hesitation, Alva walked along this road—even though this path of flames bypassed Nat far away.

Helen was dumbfounded: "What's going on...Could it be that Alva lied to me that he actually came to join a terrorist organization?"

Ella was speechless, so she could only push Helen, and said in a low voice, "Hurry up and save Captain Searle, otherwise the people below will come up!"

"Oh, what you said makes sense." Helen rushed towards her captain in three steps at a time, but before she could even touch Nat's clothes, she was enveloped in a prison of flames that fell from the sky.

Because she moved too fast, her arm hit the top of the flame, and it burned immediately. She rolled on the ground a few times to put out the fire, but her sleeve was already burned.

"Dear