The super power special team has come to a crap

On that island, personnel will be mobilized immediately to rescue the rest. "Joe said: "The island where the mayors were trapped has also been found by the search team. The purpose of Freedom Nest's trip is not the mayor himself or the ransom demanded, but the superpowers we sent to rescue. Our excellent personnel to strengthen our own team. "

"What did you say?" Alva pressed his roaring ears and asked with a frown.

"Why can't you hear me when I'm talking about business!" Qiao said angrily, "Anyway, I'll take care of everything, and I don't need you to play for the time being."

"That's really great." Alva echoed perfunctorily, and suddenly thought of something and said: "By the way, for the location I sent you, you should find more people and bring more lethal weapons."

"why?"

"Because Reese was there."

"..."

"And feeling angry."

"..."

Joe was silent for a full five seconds before roaring hysterically: "You bastard! Why didn't you say something so important earlier!!!"

"I said it now, you'd better go quickly. I scolded him before I ran. He is probably losing his temper now, so he didn't run away so fast."

"I don't have time to chat with you! Raul, activate level one alert, I want to see everyone gather in 5 minutes." Joe dropped the last sentence and cut off the contact: "Come back early if you have nothing to do, don't go outside Wander around."

Putting away the communicator, Alva touched the ground: "Where is this place? The ground is so wet and disgusting."

"I still want to know! Once we pass through the space gate, we will be on the beach, surrounded by the sea, who knows which island you threw us to." Helen chirped.

"This is an uninhabited island about 150 kilometers away from the nearest coast of our country. It is located in the southwest of the coast, about 50 kilometers away from the place where we were sunk." Aila replied quite well.

"What?" Alva asked, frowning.

Ayla froze for a moment, then repeated: "I mean this is..."

"What's the matter with your ears?" Nat interrupted Ella and observed closely.

"It's nothing, just a little ringing in the ears." Alva said, "It's just too tired, Ella, I'll leave it to you to teleport back."

He wants to go back sooner, after all, tinnitus is not what he needs to pay attention to most now.

Ella: "?!" How could this be, she didn't have the confidence to move all the crew to the destination alive!

"I'm out of strength—" Alva said halfway, the "cushion" behind him was suddenly not satisfied with being relied on honestly, and changed his posture by himself, allowing him to fall into an overly warm embrace.

At the same time, an extremely light, feather-like kiss was attached to the tip of his ear, and the warm touch made Alva's skin crawl.

Nat tightened his hands, leaned his head firmly on Alva's shoulder, closed his eyes, and kept touching his loose white hair with his lips.

For this little reward, I suffered a lot.Alva thought, but the corners of his mouth turned up unconsciously, as if thinking of the best thing in the world.

It's worth it.

Ella: "..." While talking, can Captain Nat watch the atmosphere.

"What are you doing!" Helen covered her eyes, screamed a few times, then suddenly revealed her eyes again, and asked strangely, "Alva, do you have hair?"

Alva reached out and touched his bangs: "What's wrong with my hair, isn't it good?"

Nat's face changed, and he grabbed his hand.

The only remaining strand of blond hair in front of Alva's forehead, which was as brilliant as flowing gold, had unknowingly faded, revealing a fragile paleness.

"Your hair has turned all white." Helen said loudly, "It looks a lot more normal now, like a delinquent boy with dyed hair."

Nat's voice was so serious that it was almost stern: "Is it because of overuse of abilities? Why didn't you say it? Besides tinnitus, is there any other discomfort?"

Alva felt guilty: "It's okay, it's just a little..."

"Don't put me off with a stomachache!"

"Really... I just need to rest—"

"Alva!" Nat yelled—probably the first time he had spoken to Alva in such a loud voice.

"——and medical treatment..." Alva raised his hand to express his surrender: "Let me finish my sentence."

Nat stared at his dark eyes, the scorching gaze made it impossible to look directly at him, but Alva looked in the direction of his face indifferently, reached out and touched his ear: "Honey, don't worry too much, I I know it."

Nat ignored his reddened ears, grabbed his groping hand again, and found that his cold hand was surprisingly hot, so he couldn't help blurting out: "Do you have a fever?"

"Yes," replied Alva honestly, "so I said I would lie down for a while."

Nat: "It's not—"

Alva sat him down on the ground, then happily lay on his lap, closed his eyes and said, "I'm going to sleep. Ella, quickly find the way to teleport, I need first aid, first aid!"

Nat stammered: "You..."

Ella was speechless: "I..."

Alva didn't care about them, as soon as he closed his eyes, a tidal wave of exhaustion engulfed him. Almost instantly, his consciousness fell into an endless abyss.

Nat tried to relax his body as much as possible so that Alva could sleep as comfortably as in a soft and clean bed - even though he was now lying on the dirty sand and his hard lap - his fingers flicked unconsciously His bangs, sighed softly: "I hope you can tell me when you wake up... what's wrong with your eyes."

41

Ella Jones faced the biggest crisis of her life.

However, what she has encountered since yesterday has continuously refreshed her maximum crisis limit, so this matter does not seem to bother her that much.

Isn't it just to move four people from a completely unfamiliar island to an extremely distant shore, and because they are not familiar with the route, they can't borrow a way halfway, it's nothing.

Anyway, the worst result is that everyone is buried in the torrent of space together.

Probably because the mental attack from the enemy's psychic system has not completely subsided, Ayla's heart is full of negative emotions.

"Captain, are we going back like this? Didn't we say we were going to save some unlucky mayors?" Helen asked.

Nat turned a deaf ear and only ran his fingers carefully through Alva's scattered hair.Not at all similar to the real person, the hair that was too soft passed through his fingers and hung down obediently.

Nat wondered: Did he really have brilliant blond hair before?

What kind of person was he then?

Is it like the sun at noon in summer, so arrogant and arrogant that it is dazzling, or is it like the golden light on the surface of the lake in spring, which makes people feel excited at a glance?

At least it won't be like now, like a sharp knife stuck in the snow, pale and thin, but sharp and unbearable.

Nat lightly touched Alva's forehead with his fingertips, and slowly covered his whole hand. The astonishing heat under the thin skin made him purse his lips and furrow his eyebrows.

"Ella, are you ready?" He raised his head and asked in a low voice, probably because he was afraid of disturbing Alva's "sleep"—in fact, judging from the temperature of his fever, it would be more accurate to say that he was "comatose" appropriate.

Ella shuddered—she couldn't figure out why she had such a reaction—the overly handsome and approachable special forces captain's tone of question was even soft, but her intuition told her that something was about to move under the dark tide , may set off a storm at any time.

"It's almost time..." She abruptly swallowed the inner monologue of "I don't know what to do!" This kind of inner monologue that shouldn't be said at first sight, and replaced it with words that she didn't even have confidence in.

"Really, if possible, I hope you can go faster." Nat said, his communication barriers with strangers seemed to disappear, and he made an almost unreasonable request without hesitation.

Ella nodded timidly, though she wanted to jump straight into the ocean.

She writes and draws with a pen on the sand, closing her eyes from time to time to feel the flow of space, hoping to be lucky enough to find an unclosed space passage, so that she can use the shadow of others to complete this almost impossible task task.

Helen, who had nothing to do, sat next to her, swayed her legs and asked, "Why are you frowning?"

Ella: "..." Why does her powerful colleague always put on such an ignorant face.

"I want to teleport everyone back, but I don't seem to be able to do it..." She lowered her voice and said the last sentence, for fear of being heard by Captain Nat who was sitting by the side.

"You want to teleport?!" Helen's face changed drastically: "Forget it! I don't want to try your technique a second time. Why don't you wait for Alva to wake up and let him take us back!"

Ella: "..." Looking at his ugly face, she felt that if she didn't send him to the hospital soon, she might never wake up.

Probably because of being uncomfortable with Ella's eyes, Helen scratched her head, took out a button and put it in her hand: "I don't know your space system very well, but since Alva can do it, you can't." No, it should be the difference in ability level. I got this booster from the captain, let me use it for you."

Ella: "..." Although I am very grateful for her help, let alone the booster, even if her level is raised by two steps, she is still at least three Pacific distances away from Senior Alva.

And what the hell is this? This is the first time she has seen an amplifier of this shape and size. Can it really be used? Will it really prevent death?

But she still took the amplifier and thanked her—after all, it was someone’s kindness, and she was a knowledgeable person.