Chapter 855： On your left ~

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Just as the Venezuelan Meteorological Bureau was busy again for the sudden thunderstorm, the Washington DC in the lower left of New York quietly ushered in the dawn.

Above the Central Avenue opposite the Lincoln Memorial, a soft horn sounded, and a black guy in a sports sweater and shorts was jogging against the gradually rising light.

On the south side of the road, passing by the Tidal Lake, the faint light reflected in it, and the towering Washington Monument was reflected in it, and he wanted to fall beside him.

Suddenly, a very fast stepping sound sounded behind him, and he just turned back in doubt, before it was too late to see clearly, and a figure swooped past him: "On your left ~"

"Oh ~ on the left ..."

The black guy shook his head indifferently, watching the figure running away not only calmly but also sneered.

This is jogging and fitness but not a 100-meter sprint. What kind of running method is like him? It will be exhausted after a while.

He continued to run step by step, looking straight ahead with his eyes, slightly opening his mouth and evenly breathing his nose, keeping his body in the best state of motion while reducing attention.

A few minutes later, as he ran in front of the Lincoln Memorial, the sound of sprinting behind him sounded again.

‘Or him? impossible··'

As soon as my doubts rose, a familiar voice rang in my ears again: "On your left ~"

"Aha, I got it on my left."

The black guy responded with a little helplessness, and the figure in front of him had exceeded him by a large amount and pulled him farther and farther.

This time he finally recognized who this is. One of the hottest superheroes now, once a veteran of World War II, is also his old predecessor, and he is more of an 'idol' he recognizes. Captain America, Steve Rogers .

As for the other weirdos, either dragons, gods, or agents, there is no such thing as Steve who has experienced human warfare and worked hard for freedom.

They also have the same experience, and the recognition is naturally higher. In fact, most veterans prefer Steve. After all, he experienced ‘war history’ and also represents ‘the oldest public comrade in arms’.

It ’s annoying to say ‘on your left’ every time you overtake yourself. Although we are not super humans, we also have dignity! He was so naked to show off!

Not long after, when the black guy ran to the side of the reflection lake of the monument, the hurried footsteps sounded again, without thinking about this pervert and pulled himself again!

"Hey, don't say it! Please don't say it!" The guy turned his head to watch Steve galloping, and began to accelerate with his teeth clenched. However, a roar of mercilessly passed him.

"On your left ~"

"Hey! Why do you say ?! Ah ah!" The guy gritted his teeth and tried to catch up, but he had little physical strength, and his chest breath was quickly exhausted under the rush of emotion. , Or even get out of breath due to an imbalance in breathing, and took a break before he ran out ten meters away. He could only watch the figure running farther and farther away.

"Uh ... **** ... this is too perverted." The black guy clutched his sore lungs and found a large tree to sit down, dripping with sweat and wetting his back and collar.

"Do I need to call a doctor?"

The black guy turned his head and looked at Steve, who ran the lap again and smiled bitterly: "I may need to change my lungs. But you just ran the 13-mile man in half an hour."

"You have to run more at night."

"Hehehe, you're not ashamed, or you go for another lap."

Steve grinned, and suddenly saw the logo on his sweater somewhat familiar and asked, "Which unit are you from?"

"The 58th Division Airborne Rescue Force, now I work at the Veterans Service, Sam Wilson."

"Steve Rogers."

"Haha, I can guess." Sam grabbed his hand and stood up. "It's terrified to go home after thawing? In fact, I feel that we are the same too. After all, the world is a little bit abnormal at least now. The imagination is far worse. "

"Yes ..." Steve nodded his deep agreement: "It's true. The omnipotent Internet, polio can cure many things. It's very powerful. I'm trying to learn a lot."

"Marvin Gaye's 1972 album," Black Hand Sha Xing "has everything you did wrong."

"Ok ~ Let me write it down." Steve said and took out a small book, which also recorded the proof of his efforts to integrate into the society since this time, such as landing on the moon, the establishment of the Berlin Wall & ap; ap; ap; collapse, Steve Jobs, Disco, Star Wars, etc.

Sam looked at his movements and suddenly asked: "Those dragons, I saw the news yesterday and heard that they prevented a volcanic eruption. So I want to ask what do you think?"

"This is a good thing, they are saving lives."

"That's right, but I always feel a little uncomfortable, as if I have fallen into the world of mythology. Are you getting along with those big guys? I'm just curious ~ www.novelhall.com ~ If it's not convenient ..."

"Nothing inconvenient, just ..." Steve heard that Watson was brought to experience the god-level war. The feeling of being melted in a nuclear explosion struck him again and again, fortunately, the cute kid Xiao Mingdi still recovered Some of his thoughts: "It's not bad for some people, at least they are doing good without being malicious."

"Dididi ~ Dididi ~"

Steve pulled out the communicator: If he had a task, he immediately set off and saw him later.

"I have a task, thank you for running with me," Steve paused deliberately, accentuating the tone: "If you are running, then."

"Oh, as for saying so?"

"Hahaha, it's true ~"

"Well ~" A Corvette 7 stopped slowly on the side of the road, and Natasha rolled down the window: "Hi guys, who knows how to get to the Smithsonian Museum? I want to pick up a fossil."

"Hah, it's so funny."

"Captain! We will see you later."

"Of course Sam, it's nice to meet you."

Trident Building Headquarters, SHIELD, Washington DC

Latitude 3n53 \ '337 "Longitude 77s3 \' 391"

——Aegis of Aegis Port.

Several Kun-style fighters were ups and downs here, a team wearing black special combat uniforms, energetic special operations team members followed Steve and Natasha, and the leader of this special operations elite was Crossbones-Brock Rumlow.

"Has our plane not yet arrived?" The crossbones looked at the Kun-style fighters on the tarmac, and it seemed that all the teams had entered.

"Don't worry young guys, we still have a 'team member'."

"Team member?"

As soon as Brock Rumlow finished speaking, a shadow suddenly enveloped him, with two bladed wings and claws on both sides of his body!

"No way···"