The super power special team has come to a crap

polite people.

What's the use of such a small increase, she thought languidly: After all, she is only a level 4 superpower, and the long-distance space teleportation for a specific purpose must be at least level 6, even if this one is used. Look at the booster with very weak amplification ability, she can also complete the teleportation of up to [-] kilometers-the kind without purpose-God knows if they will appear in some unnamed sea area when the teleportation is completed, and then die together .

However, if someone leaves her a space channel, it's not impossible, but in the deserted sea, how can anyone randomly move in space without erasing the traces of movement, isn't it courting death?

Ella played with the button in her hand, perfunctorily perceiving the flow of space, and sure enough, even with the small bonus of the amplifier, the environment she perceived was still the same, the space was still——

Wait, what is that? !

Ayla stood up suddenly, she clenched the button tightly, letting her power spread out through its larger area, feeling everything with all her strength.

The wind blowing over the island, the waves lapping on the beach, some dazzling sunlight, and a road that is completely exposed and wide open in the space.

In an instant, she understood why Alva brought them to this island, and why he entrusted her with this task far beyond her abilities.

He had arranged everything a long time ago, even before he sneaked into the enemy camp, he had thought of the escape route.

"Are you ready?" Nat's voice came again.

Ella nodded, and she looked at Alva who was lying on the side, his whole face was pale, and he was so weak that it seemed that a single rain could kill him, and her expression softened.

Hey, why is his face suddenly blocked by a hand!

"Now that you're ready, let's go," Nat said.

Ella: "..." You can't do this!I don't like that type!

However, she didn't dare to express any objections to an elemental system, so she nodded again, activated her ability, and followed the open passage in the space to her destination.

42

When Alva woke up, the first thing he felt was the familiar smell of medicine. The unique smell of the hospital made him frown.

Then he familiarly touched the call bell above the bed. After a while, someone opened the door, and a familiar voice sounded: "How many times have I told you that your situation is very complicated, although normal use of abilities will not cause any harm to your body?" Any burden other than pain, but you must never use amplifiers again, especially folk products of unknown origin, you will obviously go to the hospital every time you use it, why don’t you listen to persuasion.”

"I can't blame me for this." Alva shrugged: "Deck, you have to know that Joe instigates me to do these troublesome things every time."

"I heard that you resisted the order this time...to save your boss, that Nat of the White Eagle?" The doctor named Dyke was used to his beatings, and he said without hesitation: "Let me Draw a tube of blood and let me see how long you have left to live."

Alva didn't have time to express his opinion, the needle was stuck into his penis's arm, and he could only say: "It's him, he's so famous."

"You can be considered famous. After all, you are capable and good-looking. Half of the girls I know have had a crush on him."

"is it?"

"Of course, when he sent you here this time, all the ladies in the department went crazy. It's a pity that he is just as rumored, a bit indifferent, and when others talk to him, he doesn't pay attention to people." Deke took the drawn The blood is bottled and labeled.

Alva: "What?"

"Isn't he your boss? You should know these things better than I do. I heard that he hardly attends any gatherings held by the bureau, and even if he does attend occasionally, he doesn't communicate with anyone. It is rumored that he has a cold and arrogant personality... Hey, why are you laughing!?"

Alva was out of breath from laughing, almost rolled off the bed, and finally lay up straight: "It's okay, he's just so cold and arrogant, hahahahahaha! When we first met, he didn't even look at me, but now Much better. Puff hahahahahaha!"

"Even though I've known you for so long, I still don't understand your joke." Deckard said, holding the bottle and preparing to leave.

"By the way, Deke," Alva suddenly stopped him, pointing to his eyes, "I can't see again, how long will it take to recover this time?"

Deckard: "About a week."

Alva thought for a while, and he couldn't hide it for a week, so he nodded: "Okay, you can go."

"By the way, let me tell you something." Deckard said, "The gentleman who sent you here asked the same question as you."

Alva: "...what?"

"He said that there seems to be something wrong with your eyes. When he asked me what was going on, I told him that your fragile eye nerves could not stand the torture and that you would become blind intermittently due to the involvement."

Alva: "..."

"Didn't I say you, you can't cherish your own body a little bit! Although you can still recover now, God knows if there will be a day when your retina will completely fail, and you will be really blind!" Dai K was suddenly furious.

"Anyway, I can perceive the outline of the object space, and I can live well even if I am blind..."

"You still talk back to me!" Deke became even angrier: "Let's not talk about the eyes, do you still need your heart, and your other organs, please stop for a while before we find a suitable match, okay Is it? Our hospital is not so poor, we need you to come in when you are seriously ill to generate income from time to time."

"What are you angry about!" Mr. Alva, who was so angry, only pretended to be good for a few seconds, and then he couldn't help shouting back: "No one can control what I like!"

The doctor said: "Although no one will find out if you die at home someday, please take good care of your body. After all, your comprehensive illness is very rare. It is a great experimental subject for us, and there are many new drugs, etc. You try it—for the sake of the majority of fellow superpowers who suffer from excessive use of their abilities, at least stick to it for another 20 years."

Alva rolled his eyes, and wanted to curse smoothly, but suddenly thought of something, and laughed.

Deck: "...Are you sick?"

"Hehehehe," Alva laughed strangely, "I am no longer what I used to be."

"Indeed, you are refreshing my understanding of your mental state every second. I think it's time to hire a psychiatrist for you."

"The Bachelor's Jealousy Is Ugly."

"Where are you so good? Don't talk about lovers, you don't even have many friends——" Deckard's voice suddenly rose, full of disbelief: "Could it be that you are in love? People like you, Someone actually wants to fall in love with you?!"

"Hmph, that's right, on the nights you people can only count sheep, I already have my dear lover to accompany me, not to mention dying, even if I have a cold, someone will know within 10 minutes .” Alva was triumphant as if he had won a battle.

There was a sound of something colliding outside the door, but because one of the people in the room was a frail doctor and the other had poor ears, no one cared.

"Damn, you have the face to say something like this, aren't you afraid that I'll poison your medicine!" No matter how self-cultivated a person can't stand this kind of provocation, Dyke couldn't help but swear.

"I believe in your professionalism, doctor." Alva said lightly.

"You'd better shut up, I don't want to lose my self-control for the time being." Deckard said coldly, "And don't tell me who that poor man is, or I can't resist sending him flowers—to express sympathy .”

"Remember to send a big bunch, I will take it as your blessing to our love." Alva said loudly.

Deckard angrily walked out the door, determined not to talk to this shameless bastard again.

He opened the door so hard that he almost bumped into the people outside.

Nat who stood there for an unknown amount of time: "..."

Deck: "..."

In order to maintain his physical strength, Alva hasn't used his abilities since he woke up, so his vision was pitch black, and he didn't know what happened. He just yelled based on the voice he heard: "Why are you so incompetent? You don't even close the door when you go out. !"

Deck: "..."

Nat: "..."

The silence lasted for quite a while, and after Alva couldn't help but sense it with his spatial ability, he couldn't help being silent.

In the end, it was Deckard who spoke first: "Mr. Seale, you came very quickly."

Nat held back for a long time before choking out a word: "...um."

Deckard: "..." This answer really makes people have nowhere to answer!

The embarrassing atmosphere gave Alva a buffer time, he quickly recovered, and hooked his fingers at Nat: "Baby, come here quickly."

Deck: "???"

Like an obedient pet, Nat immediately passed Deke with relief after being summoned, and strode to Alva's bed.

Deke couldn't help following his figure and turned to look at them, his expression getting more and more distorted.

He had a terrible guess in his mind, but he didn't intend to think about it anymore.

This is horrible!

Deckard gave them one last glare, slammed the door, and fled.

43

Now that there were no strangers in the room, Nat lost most of his formality at once—or rather, he completely followed his heart.

He grabbed Alva's finger that had just teased him, wrapped his whole hand in it with both hands, and sat down properly.

Alva laughed a few times: "Why are you here? Didn't Joe arrange other things for you? How long have I been asleep?"

"A little more than a day." Nat answered honestly