The super power special team has come to a crap

The party proposed to deprive people with superpowers of the right to take to the streets.

The reason is also quite good: if every superpower can walk on the street with ordinary people, then what can be used to ensure the safety of ordinary people - after all, a level 3 superpower can easily kill a human being.

However, since ordinary people with guns can easily kill people, Nat disagreed with their valuable opinions.

Walking in the Sanctions Bureau building, he exuded a refreshing demeanor, and even smiled and nodded to others when passing by familiar colleagues.

This is very inconsistent with the dark cloud-covered atmosphere of the whole building.

"So, why are you in such a good mood?" Qiao kept signing without raising his head.

Nat shook his head, trying to squeeze his mouth into a straight line, but he couldn't restrain the urge to raise the corners of his mouth, and finally smiled helplessly into a flower.

If Alva hadn't been tugging at his ear to tell him not to tell Joe about their relationship, he might have said it as soon as he came in.

This feeling of wanting to share the overflowing joy with others is simply irresistible!

But Joe felt a headache when he saw his expression, and waved his hand: "Forget it, it's probably a relationship. Young people nowadays, they are so busy with work, but they still have time to do such indecent things."

Nat's shocked expression of "how do you know?" succeeded in pleasing Joe, and he snorted: "What else can you be happy about with a lack of private life like you. Do you want me to guess your partner again, right? Which innocent people did you save during your mission a few days ago?"

Nat: "...No."

"No?" Qiao Qi said, "Then who else do you know?"

Nat: "...Isn't it about work arrangements today?"

Joe, whose heart of gossip was forcibly interrupted, raised his legs in dissatisfaction, and threw a bound document to him: "Now the gang of Liberty Nest are hiding again, and unless they take the initiative to attack, it will be difficult for us to find them." They. But apart from them, there is another group of wild forces of scattered superpowers wandering in the city. Although it did not cause a major accident, it is a big hidden danger after all, and I will leave it to your team to get rid of it."

Nat responded, "Yes!"

They discussed the details of the work, and when they were parting, Joe suddenly called out: "Nat, wait a minute."

Nat looked back, suspiciously.

"I feel that your expression just now is very familiar since you came in, and I feel that I have seen it on someone recently." Qiao laughed, "I ask you, are you with Alva?"

Nat: "...??!!!"

He took a few steps back, opened the door and ran out, but Qiao was superior and shouted directly: "Raul, stop him!"

The almighty Ms. Lauer suddenly appeared like a voice command, used her excellent control system ability to pin Captain Nat, moved him back to the office, and closed the door intimately-leaving herself inside.

Nat wanted to cry, but Alva's entrustment was broken in an instant, and he didn't want to face others at all for a while.

"To be honest, we urgently need gossip to nourish our tired hearts!" Qiao folded his arms and leaned halfway on the desk, his eyes seemed to be torturing the leader of a criminal gang, rather than the love situation of his socially impaired subordinates.

"I...we..." Nat wanted to cry.

Raul kindly reminded: "Captain Nat, maybe you can talk about when you and Mr. Alva became partners."

Nat: "Just...recently."

Joe was impatient: "How far have you guys gone, have you gone to bed?"

Nat covered his face with his hands, not sure if he was crying.

"What led you to be with him?" Raul asked.

"Who will tell first?" asked Jo.

"Shall I provide you with a list of Mr. Alva's dietary preferences?"

"How do you like people like Alva?"

Raul and Joe interrogated repeatedly, and Nat covered his head with his hands, and dared not say anything, only said when he heard the last question: "He's fine... I'm not good enough for him ..."

Joe: "..."

Raul: "..."

"Uh...I'm off to work." Raul sighed and fled the room full of the sour smell of love.

"You obviously want to gain strength through gossip, but you feel hurt instead." Qiao waved weakly: "You can go."

Nat stood up as if he had been pardoned, put his hand on the doorknob, hesitated for a while, then turned his head and said, "Well...Alva told me that I should never tell you about it anyway, but... ..."

You guessed it all.

Joe said "ah": "It is true that according to the procedure, people with sensitive identities like him cannot be with other important superpowers...but—"

"—he really doesn't regard me as a friend!" Joe said angrily, "We've known each other for so long, and I can really see him dying alone."

Nat said, "He doesn't understand what you really think."

"He has the guts to yell at me in front of everyone, why can't he believe that I won't make trouble?" Joe depressed.

Nat defended him: "After experiencing... that kind of betrayal, it is understandable not to believe you."

Joe: "I trust him so much, what's wrong with him repaying my trust!"

Nat: "That's right, but it's not that easy to do, and he also regards you as a very good friend."

"Nat," Joe puzzled, "I pay you or Alva pays you, can't you speak for me?"

Nat looked away and smiled shyly.

"You'd better get lost." Joe helplessly held his forehead and cursed with a smile.

Nat obeyed the order and rolled quickly.

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After wrapping up his day's work, Nat was ready to go home.

Helen said: "Captain, give me a ride. I don't have an appointment today. I'm going home."

Nat shook his head: "It's not going well today."

"Hey, isn't your home in that direction?" Helen said in surprise, "Could it be that you actually have a date? Since I got to know you, you still don't come home after work on the first day!"

Nat opened the car door and got in the car: "I'm going home."

"Then why don't you take me with you? It's expensive to take a taxi there, and squeezing the subway will mess up my hairstyle..." Helen looked at the car that had already started, and shouted: "Captain!"

"Use the winnings to buy a car, and I'll never ride with you again," Nat said, stepping on the accelerator and speeding away at an unprecedented speed.He couldn't stop laughing at the thought of his destination.

When the car drove to the finish line, he was surprised to see a truck parked in front of Alva's house, with the cleaning company's logo on it, and among the rubbish piled next to him, he saw some familiar things that he had just seen yesterday.

Pushing the door open, Nat was terrified—the house, which was dirty yesterday and had nowhere to go, was as clean and tidy as a five-star hotel.

The young man with white hair tied into a ponytail was leaning on the sofa with his feet up, still wearing the huge pair of sunglasses, with earphones in his ears, pointing fingers at the busy cleaners.

Unlike someone who was half-blind, Nat saw a short waist exposed from the hem of his home clothes at a glance, and the fingerprints he left on the waist yesterday.

"Honey, you're back!" Alva immediately noticed that there were more people outside the door, and as soon as he pulled the headphone cable, he waved enthusiastically: "Come and give me a hug, baby, do you miss me?"

Nat stepped forward quickly, gave him a strong hug, and said softly, "Yes."

Alva kissed him on the cheek, and whispered in his ear: "Hold me up quickly, my legs are numb, but there are so many people here, I don't want to be ashamed."

Nat: "..."

He hugged Alva resignedly, and the cleaners around looked at the useless employer who had captured this handsome young man with admiration.

Alva was very proud, and commanded: "Go to the restaurant!"

The dining room and the living room are very close, and Nat watched seven or eight plates on the table from a long distance. It was a sumptuous dinner.

Alva jumped out of Nat's arms, took out a candlestick from under the table, plugged in two candles, and said, "Look, this is a candlelight dinner I made with my own hands! Is it romantic?"

Nat looked at the dishes on the table in horror when he heard the words, and found that they were cooked in a very chef-like manner, not like biochemical weapons that cannot be eaten, so he repeated with some doubts: "His hands?"

Alva raised his eyebrows and lit a candle: "The main body of the candlelight dinner is obviously candlelight. I lit the candles myself. So this is the candlelight dinner I made myself. Do you have any questions?"

"Of course not..." Nat smiled, put Alva between the table and his arms, and couldn't help kissing his lips—he thought it was a candy that was much more delicious than any delicacies.

The cleaners scrambled away—the second order from their employers: If anyone comes back, get out as soon as possible—and closed the door very professionally.

No matter how much rain is coming outside, it will not shake the hearts of two people who admire each other to embrace each other.