The super power special team has come to a crap

My lord, there is one more person! "

"Just say my name. We're companions...huh? There's someone else?" There was no such paragraph in his information.

"Yes! It's a handsome guy with white hair!"

The man turned pale in shock, and grabbed the girl's shoulders: "He, what does he look like?"

"Hmm... the hair is white, and a pinch of Liuhai is golden, what a personality! The eyes look blue, but it feels a bit weird, but he is still very handsome!" The girl didn't feel any pain, and said happily described.

The man let go of his hand and murmured in disbelief, "Alva?"

Then the gentleness between the brows sank into the words, his voice was as soft as a lover's whisper: "Alva..."

Eight

In the director's office of the Superpower Criminal Sanctions Bureau, a man in his thirties was drinking coffee comfortably with his legs crossed. Although his facial features still looked young, there were already fine lines around his eyes.

As a busy leader, Joe Assage managed to find some free time, and was planning to watch the morning news for a while, but before he could open the webpage, there was a knock on the door.

He dropped the mouse resentfully: "Please come in."

The person who came in was Ms. Laura who was cleaning Alva's room. She was standing by the door in high heels.

"Boss, Paisley seems to have predicted a new future, and it is currently being sorted out. It seems to be related to Nat's team."

Joe frowned. Although Nat had a big problem with his personality, he was very reliable in his work. The team hadn't made any mistakes since it was established for so long. Why did Alvan get into trouble as soon as he entered.

He stood up: "Take me there."

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Paisley's assistant had just sorted out a piece of material, and she herself looked exhausted, leaning on the recliner and panting for breath.

Her abilities are not stable, and often occur suddenly and spontaneously, and there are large errors in time, but no matter how many details are wrong, the prediction of the event itself has never been wrong.

Joe took the information handed over by his assistant, and after only one glance, his face changed. He read it carefully from beginning to end in silence, and asked in a low voice, "Is it clear?"

The prediction accuracy of future-foreseeing superpowers is directly related to the clarity with which they "see" the future, Paisley nodded weakly.

"The time you see is three hours later, but they should have boarded the plane back by now." Joe raised his voice: "Laura, help me check the route from Cosimo New Island to South Texas. flight schedule."

Laura's fingers flew like flying: "The morning flight has already taken off half an hour ago, and it is expected to arrive at the airport in Hughes an hour later."

Joe clicked his tongue impatiently, and dialed Alva's cell phone. As expected, it was turned off. He strode back to his office, opened the drawer under the desk, and took out an amplifier from it.

"Boss, that material is a contraband, a side effect..." Laura, who was following behind him, stopped him.

"I can't help it. Alva is thousands of kilometers away from here, and I can't convey it with my normal ability." Joe smiled wryly and activated the amplifier.

Alva, listen up!

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Alva was drowsy on the plane, and the potion of suppressing ability made him feel chills all over his body. At the same time, he also felt chest tightness, dizziness, palpitation, shortness of breath, and stomach churning.

Nat, who was sitting next to Alva, anxiously watched his head tilt towards his shoulder at a slow speed. He wished he could lift his shoulder a little higher so that the people around him could put their heads on it.

Just when Alva's head was completely tilted on Nat's shoulder, he suddenly bounced like an electric shock, which startled Nat, and he couldn't help asking himself: Did he accidentally use his ability because he was too nervous just now? ?

No, he was obviously injected, so he can no longer use his ability...

Alva was completely awake. He heard Joe calling him. Although it was only a slight sound, he was very familiar with Joe's abilities, so he would never admit his mistake.

Nat asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Alva frowned: "Don't talk."

Nat closed his mouth obediently and looked at him with concern.

Alva, Alva, hear you!

Joe's voice became louder and louder, and Alva thought impatiently: If you have something to say, hurry up, you don't know that the electrocardiogram is one-way, even if he hears it, he can't answer it, okay?

You should have almost heard it, Alva, listen up, I got a reliable prophecy here that the nest of freedom will attack the plane you are on.

ah?Alva was stunned for a moment, the plane is now more than [-] meters above the ground, what kind of offensive ability can be launched from such a distance, even if their boss goes out personally, it can't reach it.

I won't go into details about the specific situation, in short, use your abilities quickly!It doesn't matter where you teleport to, as long as you get out of the current position quickly!I will handle the follow-up impact for you!

what?

Joe repeated it a few times, and Alva frowned. He said it easily. He had to open a plane that would allow the entire plane to pass through the space crack, and he had to ensure that there were no unnecessary obstacles at the destination. For him who had just been injected It's hard.

Joe feels like he's going crazy. The number of times he can use his ability here is almost at the upper limit, but the plane on the flight route that Laura inquired is still flying smoothly according to the scheduled route. Attack, what the hell is Alva inkling!

You fucking really think of yourself as a manipulator!He couldn't help swearing, what about your dignity as a space system, even if you don't want to live yourself, you should consider the lives of other people on the plane!In addition, if super-powered terrorists can successfully attack aircraft, all the rights and interests of super-powered people I have fought for over the years will be completely banned!

As soon as he was emotional, his heart rate jumped up. The amplifier Joe was using had a small opening and lost its effect. He himself was exhausted, and he barely let himself fall down by leaning on the edge of the table.

On the other hand, Alva also wanted to be rude!It’s true that standing up and talking doesn’t hurt your back, and he’s not in his heyday anymore. Although the aftereffects of overuse of abilities didn’t make him regress in level, every time he uses abilities, it will bring varying degrees of pain!

And the most important thing is that with his current ability, he can't transfer a high-speed plane without risk!

But the electrocardiographic sound transmission is one-way, so no matter how much he wants to say back, he can only hold it silently in his heart.

"Tsk," Alva turned to the back seat impatiently, and stretched out his hand, "Fon, lend me your amplifier."

Feng: "Huh?"

"Hurry up, it's time for me to be the savior." Alva said expressionlessly.

"But...the booster can't pass the security check, so I checked it in..." Feng didn't know why, but he explained tentatively.

"Checked? All checked luggage should be put in the cargo hold of the plane."

"Um……"

"How big is your luggage, what color is it, and where is the amplifier placed in the luggage?" Alva asked like a cannonball.

"The box is 20 inches, black, and the amplifier is in the outer pocket..." Feng Yiyi replied, and then his eyes widened in surprise.

Alva spread his right hand upwards, and the air above was slightly distorted, as if a crack had appeared. Feng's amplifier appeared from this crack and fell onto his open hand.

"Ah!" Helen exclaimed in shock. The passengers around her looked at her with condemning eyes. She quickly covered her mouth and asked questions with her eyes.

Apparently, the old members other than her didn't know what was going on. As the person involved, Alva didn't want to explain, but just lowered his eyes and clenched the amplifier.

"What's going on?" Nat, as the captain, still took the lead in asking the question.

"Joe sent me a message that people from Liberty Nest are going to do something to this plane," Alva replied in a low voice, as if unwilling to spend a little more effort to speak, "As for the ability, I have something to say, next time again..."

Before the conversation was finished, the plane suddenly jumped violently, followed by continuous small vibrations, and at the same time a strong inertia struck, the group of people couldn't keep their balance and fell forward, some of them didn't wear seat belts Passengers even rolled down the aisle.

"Dear passengers, the plane may experience some turbulence due to strong air currents. For your safety, please fasten your seat belts..." the announcement in the cabin rang.

The aircraft engine roared loudly, the wings trembled greatly, and the lights in the cabin flickered on and off—this was definitely not the kind of turbulence that would occur when encountering airflow!

"What's going on?!" Helen exclaimed, looking at the accumulated clouds outside the window, she said in disbelief, "The plane... is slowing down?!"

Women’s screams are always the best catalyst for fear. Passengers opened the shades one after another, and the soft clouds outside were covered with a layer of gold. It should have been a very beautiful scene—except that the speed of the plane was getting slower and slower. In the end, it actually stopped firmly in the air.

A plane stops suddenly in the air, what else can be the result except an air crash.

Nat frowned. If he can still use his ability, it's not that he can't help, but...

"Alva, give me the amplifier!" he shouted to the people around him.In normal times, this sentence would definitely cause a series of debates about the strength of aircraft security checks, but when everyone is immersed in a deep sense of panic, this sentence is like a drop of water falling into the sea, without splashing a single wave.

Include the person to whom the sentence should be spoken.

Alva held the amplifier tightly in his hands, and he didn't intend to let go. He clasped his hands together between his brows, and made a prayer-like posture.