Chapter 151: The enemy is strong, I need a shield

Too much unreasonable!
Duke spit out fiercely and pressed his palms to the ice cubes. The ice melted quickly under his ability, and the transpiring cold air was absorbed by him along his palms. This is the ability of freezing birds.
In the Pokemon world, the "Ice God" Frozen Bird may only be a second-rate god, but there is no one to defend the authority of ice. This is an instinct, a talent, and an innate ability. From theological point of view, this is the power bestowed by the creation Arceus!
Sometimes the ability is very unreasonable, just like now Duke thawing the captain, and putting it in S.H.I.E.L.D. is a big project that requires countless experts to design a perfect plan without harming the captain’s body. It can be done under the instrument. But it's not that troublesome to put it in Duke. I touched the captain's chest muscles and all the difficulties were solved.
The cold air was instantly expelled from the captain's body, the heart that hadn't beaten for 70 years began to move, and the brain, internal organs, nerves, blood vessels...tissues and organs began to clock in and go to work!
Duke can see the vitality of the captain from another perspective, and he secretly sighs that he is indeed a super serum, and his recovery ability is amazing.
Thinking of the super serum, Duke suddenly felt that it was necessary to study this thing. If the mystery can be solved, Duke in the rest of the world can also profit, at least it can improve a lot of physical fitness.
Doing what he thought of, Duke turned around and brought five syringes to draw five tubes of blood in a row before putting them in the refrigerator with satisfaction. He has confirmed that the space gem was recovered by S.H.I.E.L.D. and hidden in a certain corner. The blood of these five-tube super fighters is better than nothing, and it is just as travel expenses.
"Ok……"
Weak groans came from the throat, and the closed eyelids were trembling and about to break away. The captain pursed his lips and drooped, "Water...Water..."
Duke poured a glass of water and stuck it to the captain's mouth. Although the captain hadn't regained consciousness, the instinct of life longing for water drove him to open his mouth and take two sips. Suddenly drinking too quickly, the captain choked, turned around and coughed on his stomach.
Now, he really woke up.
The captain who woke up shook his head, turned over and saw where he was, which seemed to be a hospital. Feeling the pain of acupuncture on his arm, the captain instantly changed from weakness to full guard. He watched Duke silently, his muscles tightened and entered a state of alert, and his left light swept across the consulting room, staying on the shield.
Steve’s last memory was sinking into the ice sheet, but after waking up in a high-tech hospital, and he was certain that the doctor in front of him had just drawn his blood. All this made the captain feel like an enemy. He thought he was still on the battlefield and was very likely to be captured by the enemy. It's just that the enemy's head is not very good, he is not restrained, and he is not guarded with a gun. The only doctor seems to be a weak chicken. The most important thing is that his shield is next to him.
Steve raised his eyebrows. He was 100% sure that he could bring down the rookie in front of him, and then hijacked him to leave the enemy's base and rush home for the appointment. He remembered clearly that there was a date waiting for him.
"The look in your eyes makes me very upset..." Duke smacked his lips. He could understand the contempt in the captain's eyes. Thinking about the need to be angry with an old antique, he could not help but kindly reminded: "I advise you not to do it. injured."
How could Steve be caught in a hurry, he strode towards the freezer, and intuitively told him that the blood was there. The horror of the Red Skull made him frightened. He didn't want a second one in the world, even if this might be minimal, he didn't dare to take a chance.
The reefer was near, and just as Steve smiled triumphantly, a seemingly weak hand grabbed his wrist, making him immobile. The hand is very beautiful, the five fingers are slender and the joints are distinct, the fingertips are very thin, the nails are neatly trimmed, and the blue veins under the white skin are like a stream. Men who can have this kind of hands are either pampered young masters, nerds in school or office clerks, all categorized as the five scumbags who have no hands.
Steve flicked his arm and didn't move any more. He stared at Duke dumbfounded, his eyes conveyed a very simple meaning-Shet, who are you?
Steve knows exactly how much strength he has. The strength far beyond ordinary allows him to press 1,200 pounds without any assistance. The ultra-fast speed and quick nerve reaction allow him to avoid bullet tracks. The human body has the limit of physical fitness. It is not a problem to kill a cow without a punch. But it was such a superman, but he was held down by a weak hand.
Was it hell, or saw aliens? Steve is deeply worried. The enemy is stronger than ever. What should he do?
I need a shield!
Facing a powerful enemy, Steve first thought of his shield. So he slashed at Duke's wrist with a knife and wanted to get away, but after the hand knife was cut, he felt that the bone was about to break.
"Relax, Captain, I have no ill intentions." Seeing the captain's blushing face and rubbing his hands behind his back, Duke softly comforted. Considering that the other party has just woke up, maybe his mind hasn't turned around yet, and he is not angry.
Steve is not a person willing to give up. He stretched out his hand behind his back and pressed it on Duke's shoulder, then raised his head and bumped Duke's forehead... so Captain America fell sadly on the cold floor.
"Is his head made of steel?" Steve got up from the ground with a Venus staring at him, ignoring to pick up the shield, bent over and stepped back, far away from Duke. The safety distance of five meters gave him a lot of peace of mind. .
"Captain, you..." Just as Duke raised his hand to speak, he saw Steve kicked open the door of the consulting room and ran out like a frightened bird. Then the glass door of the clinic outside shattered all over the floor with a bang.
Perceiving Steve’s anger further and further, Duke did not chase him, looked at the shield in the corner, and whispered, "You forgot to take things..."
At the entrance of the clinic, Duke looked silently at the glass on the floor, and took out the phone to call: "Is it a home improvement company? Yes, I was the dentist's office that you renovated some time ago. Your tempered glass door is not strong. It's broken...it's not impossible, it's really broken...what, you can only come tomorrow...Are you going to let me cover the door with curtains tonight?"
After some wrangling, the home improvement company said that it could only come home tomorrow. If it was really a quality problem, they would get a new one for free. In desperation, Duke had to pick up the broom and sweep the broken glass in front of the door.
Just when he finished the handwork, Steve, breathless, ran back. He stopped at the entrance of the clinic, his eyes full of shock and panic when he looked at Duke.
"Captain, do you want to come in and sit down?" Duke carried the broom, turned and walked into the room without waiting for the other party to reply.
Steve hesitated, then walked into the clinic, the outside world was a little different from what he imagined...it was just a little different. If it weren't for the people on the street who had two eyes and one nose and spoke English, he would even think he had come to an alien planet.
He wanted to find someone to ask about the time and place, but as soon as he spoke, the other person looked at him like an idiot, and someone asked him where the camera was for the whole-player game. It's so pitiful, and Steve can understand what those people said in words, but he doesn't even understand a sentence.
What happened to this world?
Steve wandered on the street, and went back to the door of the clinic. Instinct and instinct told him that he could find the answer here.
"Please sit down, Captain!" Duke took a wooden board to cover the door and tied it with a rope. Brooklyn's night is not very peaceful. If there is no door, the house will be evacuated the next day.
"Uh, I will lose money for this door." Steve looked at the wooden door with a fever on his face, but he sat down cheeky.
"Would you like a cup of coffee?" Duke picked up the teapot and poured a cup of coffee in front of the captain, and poured himself a cup.
"Thank you..." Steve took the coffee in a daze, took a sip, and an instant strong bitterness rushed to his brain, making the whole person feel bad.
"You haven't eaten anything for 70 years. Don't be so anxious. It's bad for your stomach. You might not be used to drinking coffee without this brand 70 years ago. Take your time." Duke sat at the desk in the clinic Go up, speak casually, as if there was a patient in front of him.
"What do you mean by seventy years?" Steve's body became stiff, and a chill hit his mind. He probably guessed something, but tried not to think in that direction.
"It means literally, your plane crashed into the deep sea. When I found you, it was almost seventy years since the crash." Duke stared at Steve's dodging eyes, revealing the truth word by word.
Steve swallowed and forced a smile: "This joke is not funny... You know I am not a joke..."
Duke didn't speak, he just looked at each other, picked up the coffee and blew the heat, and took a sip.
"Seventy years... that's really long." After a long silence, Steve lowered his head and lowered his voice a little hoarse. He didn’t want to believe Duke’s words, but what he had just heard told him that what Duke said was true~EbookFREE.me~ He could vaguely recognize that it was Brooklyn outside, and the hometown where he was born and raised was just too strange. Except for a certain alley where he was beaten back then, he didn't know the others.
"To be precise, it hasn't been more than seventy years, about sixty-five years or so." Duke drank his coffee in one sip and looked at the decadent man sitting on the sofa. Steve's figure was rickety, shaking from time to time. Obviously cannot accept reality.
"How about it, Captain, do you want to go out for a walk?" Duke stood up, pulled down his sweater hat and put it on his head, took the coat on the hanger and threw it to Steve. The other party's clothes were too dazzling, he didn't want to follow Be regarded as a COS fan.
Steve took the clothes and didn't move, perhaps because he was afraid of the outside, he was dazed and didn't move, and stood still.
"Why, do you still want to sleep and go shopping tomorrow?"
"No, let's do it now! I think I have slept for a long time." Steve put on his jacket, covered his combat uniform, and followed Duke out the door.
As a salted fish pursuing, I decided to turn over. Two more...
(End of this chapter)