Incredible couple

, coming fiercely.When the distance between the thing and Byron was only three feet, a solid ice wall appeared out of thin air, blocked the danger and disappeared without a trace.

At this time, he found that the hut was surrounded by flames, the crackling explosions were still ringing, and the surrounding area of ​​the house was burnt, but the grass outside the circle was fine, without any sparks.

He had only seen one person with such a high ability to control flames that he could not detect it. Byron was in an extremely bad mood, and he didn't want to see that bastard at all.

"Joyce." His tone was very unpleasant, "You followed me."

"You don't have that value." Joyce suddenly appeared in front of him, and his tone was not very good. Obviously, this meeting made him feel bad. "Go away, I don't want to see you now."

"Believe me, I don't feel much better." Byron smoked a cigarette unhappily. "This is my mission," he said.

"No, it's mine." Joyce stared at him coldly, disgusted like a fly.

"Don't tell me that you are a newly registered tree flower, and you happen to have the same mission goal as me."

"Get all the research data of FA50," Joyce said.

"Shit!" Byron yelled, "Don't think I'll let you!"

"I hate the way you speak." Joyce said, turned and walked towards the ruins left by the burning hut, ignoring the scorching heat, opened a scorched robot's head, and took out the chip.

50 FA[-] Underground Research Institute

Put the chip into the analyzer installed on the arm, and the beautiful white thing starts to analyze immediately—the chip is the key to open the door.

A point on the parser changed from red to flashing green light, and there was a sudden vibration under the feet, a crack opened in the ground and expanded rapidly, Joyce jumped into the crack neatly, and Byron in the distance was extremely upset , but walking away like this is really not his style, he took a bite and followed.

Under the crack is the second gate at the entrance of the underground research institute. According to the information bought from Bolun, people will experience multiple scanning rays as soon as they arrive here. The naked body of the victim was discovered, and he opened fire immediately when he found that there was no identification.

The moment Byron jumped off the ice wall, it was as expected that the bottom was as hot as a furnace, and the gun barrel protruding from the iron wall was burned and melted. Li vulnerable.

The small circle of cold places Byron created for himself made Joyce very unhappy. As a fire attribute supernatural being, he hated anything that opposed fire—for example, low temperature, water, ice, and air that was too humid Also made him hate it. "Get out," he said.

"I've got a job to do," Byron said.

"You're like a strong brownie that has to melt in the heat before you stop," Joyce said.

"It's you who are so difficult to get along with. If you didn't get angry when you are unhappy, I wouldn't have to move ten times a month."

"Anyone who is unhappy will get angry."

"No one gets angry like you. You burn my room and all my things to charcoal every time. You don't know what 'restraint' is." Byron's voice raised a little. It's not his fault. People can bear Joyce.Joseph's temper.

"No one has ever dared to ask me to restrain myself. You are the first one. You should be glad that I didn't burn you with those rubbish." Joyce didn't give in at all.

"That's not your kindness, but that you can't break through the barrier."

"Want to try?" Joyce opened his hands, and flames appeared from the sky above his two palms as if juggling, and the surrounding temperature also rose violently.

"You started again, like a middle-aged woman with an empty personality all day long, she loses her temper whenever things go wrong, vents her anger everywhere, and burns whatever she catches. You should really find someone... No, there is one right in front of you." One. Damn, all the time I've been with you, I've never fucked you once!" Byron said, cursing like a curse, as he walked side by side with the man down the deep white aisle.He and another man are like fighting cocks, staring at each other, raising or lowering the temperature around each other, expressing the deep meaning of "fuck you" to each other with grinning expressions.

"If you let me do it, the relationship between us can actually be much better." Joyce said, "No one can do me, only I do other people." He emphasized.

"No one can do me," Byron said.

The two alternated between hot and cold, the extremely high-temperature flames rubbed against the ice layer, and the dazzling red and beautiful white transparent ice were intertwined together, showing off a very beautiful scenery.No one took it seriously, this scene often appeared in the time we spent together.

They made a lot of noise, and they didn't care at all whether they would be discovered by the people in the research institute, and they didn't care about any crisis ahead—this was just an A-level task, and all the tasks I did were 3S-level.Both of them had this idea.

They only worry about how to deal with the guy next to them before meeting the mission target.

"There's something coming, it's mine." Byron said, he heard dull footsteps ahead, and they were about to meet.

"not mine."

"Can you stop arguing with me for a moment?" Byron really wanted to strangle the bastard.

"I've always been alone," said Joyce, who even did everything alone, except for the time with Byron, of course. "Don't argue with me this time, I haven't done anything for two years."

"You asked me to move an average of 5 times a month, which is called untouchable?" Byron said.

Joyce shut up angrily. Does this guy have to talk about trivial things that housewives can care about all the time?It's just that he moved more diligently because of the release of his strength, and he is not short of money. If he is not willing to move, he can rebuild a house on the spot.

Too lazy to chat with the big guy next to him, he suddenly ran forward, as fast as a cheetah, and Byron quickly followed, no matter in terms of physical strength or abilities, they showed no weakness.

At the end of the straight corridor is an intersection that forks in two. Thankfully, four armed robots are coming separately, perhaps this means that they can be divided equally...

"Joyce, you have to know what 'equality' is!" Byron blocked the nosy flame thrown by Joyce, so as not to be snatched away by the prey that was coming towards him.

"I know that the weak always naively hope that everyone can understand and implement this." Before the two robots in front had time to raise their arms containing ammunition, Joyce sent out a large ball of fire—very It's a pity that they can't bear the gift of enthusiasm. The first robot "sweats" like being liquefied. These steel things are nothing in the face of absolute heat.

Compared with Joyce's style of using superpowers as soon as he entered the field, Byron was more inclined to use tools. He straightened the large-caliber sniper rifle on his back, turned around to avoid the incoming bullets, and aimed at the eyes of the robot—these steel The guy's whole body is covered with hard stainless steel, and his weak points are only the eyes and muzzle. Of course, this common sense doesn't hold true for Joyce.

In fact, he can directly freeze the robot, it is not difficult, but he prefers to use his body, which is a good way to exercise speed and reflexes, and superpowers are usually used to deal with accidents—just like now he is distracted to block Joe His flame.God knows why to deal with a task that is only A-level, but it takes no less effort than handling a 3S-level task to deal with an unexpected obstacle.

One shot hit, half of the robot's face was blown away, crackling and lightning flashed, Byron whistled happily, the damage was not fatal, he was going to throw a small bomb into that eye socket, and then the robot Heads would explode whole, like a carnival.

It's a pity there's no fireworks effect in the dynamite, he thought.

"Can't you be more straightforward?" Joyce, who was watching from the side, was very impatient.This guy juggles some droids like this, jumping and jumping, rolling and running, and messing with underdogs.

"I'm a gentleman." Byron said, Joyce didn't understand the joy of fighting at all, he only knew that he would destroy and destroy as soon as he came up, and the other party couldn't understand the joy brought by him "chewing slowly".

"That's your bad taste." Joyce said, ready to move forward, when suddenly some small things appeared not far away, they were still machines.Those little things are only the size of a child's palm, like a disc, they are extremely fast and emit air-conditioning, which reduces the high temperature in a small area, and there are a lot of them, about thirty or so.

"Now you still use those bullets to shoot down one by one?" Joyce mocked.

"No, I'm not that fast." Byron shrugged.As the second droid's head exploded, he erected an ice barrier in front of him, and the little machine slammed into it hard. "Poor little guy," he said, "I see they're armed with syringes." That's not really a good attack.

"Is that guy out of his mind? Doesn't he know that the cold air will only annoy people?" Joyce said incredulously, the little machine that was flying arrogantly had already fallen to the ground.

"The fact that the cold air is enough for most of Pyro," Byron said, "I think he just didn't realize that this Pyro was anything other than just... 'Fire.'"

"This task is too simple." Joyce continued to walk forward while chatting, "I haven't warmed up enough yet."

"This is just an A-level task." Byron said lightly, stepping over the small machine that was frozen and unable to start.