A white man in a brown leather jacket stopped in front of Mr. Carter Slay's abandoned factory and scratched the short blond hair on his head.

He had a ring of whiskers that didn't seem to be well groomed.

However, this big-breasted gentleman has a pair of beautiful sea blue pupils, but it seems that there is a lot of confusion inside.

"Brooklyn has become completely unknown to me... This factory has some impressions, but it was very lively here back then."

With such emotion, he planned to leave and continued to think about whether to go to the old house.

But when he thought of the time span of "seventy years" that made him hard to let go, he couldn't help but stop and hesitated again.

"Boom! Rumble..."

The roar from the old factory opposite made Steve startled, and his first reaction was...

"There's something wrong with the factory? Is it still running? Has anyone been hurt?"

So, after completely putting the old house aside, others are already at the gate of the old factory.

"Did anyone suffer..."

He yanked the door open, and Steve froze in place.

What kind of factory is there, it is clearly a forest!

And these trees are very old, right?

But these strange old machines are...

Although he was a little confused for a while, the experienced Captain Rogers quickly reacted to what happened just now.

Because two young men in vests were fighting fiercely under the watch of a tall and thin old man in security uniform.

The older one, with red hair and an Asian face, was slender but flexible.

The younger one is Irish in appearance and has a strong build, but he wears a blindfolded hood!

And from the point of view of the fighting process...

Although the red-haired one seemed to be far more physically fit than the one wearing the hood, he was at a disadvantage.

Because the one wearing the hood seems to be blindfolded, but it seems that the auditory response is very sharp, and the fighting style is definitely strictly and highly trained.

It's just that probably because of the suppression of physical fitness, the man wearing the hood has gradually exhausted his physical strength, and some can't support it anymore.

Their battle arena is a complex stack of giant trees, old factory equipment, and even a few broken trucks.

The loud noise just now was a huge wooden pier hitting the truck door.

Obviously these two are not doing simple fitness programs.

However, the three of them obviously noticed the arrival of the uninvited guest, and they stopped and turned to this side.

"This venue is really good, the air is so good, and the equipment is ingenious."

By three... two? Watching Steve scratched his head, grinned, and tried to squeeze out a smile:

"Do you need sparring?"

"Mr. President?"

Matt took a deep breath and tried to adjust his breathing to regain his strength as soon as possible:

"You found a sparring partner? This gentleman... seems to be very physically fit!"

I didn't notice it just now, and now I stopped, and his super senses compared the heartbeat and blood flow data of this bearded Mr.-

Maybe even stronger than Oaks!

In Oaks' life perception, it was even more exaggerated.

This guy's physical function has reached the peak of human beings!

The blood bar is so thick that it scares people to death!

"I didn't call a sparring partner..."

Oaks took a breath, with a strange look on his face:

"But since you've met, please come in - this is a private training ground I built, what's it called?"

"Uh...thank you, just call me Steve."

Steve stepped forward, couldn't help but looked around here, tsk tsk admiration:

"It's a big deal. It's fine to make a little modification here as a field survival training ground."

"Oh?"

Oaks' eyes lit up, Steve, the peak physical function of human beings, blond, blue-eyed and muscular...

Adding these conditions together, it is impossible to guess who he is, and Oaks can be killed by hitting a tree.

Steve Rogers, Captain America not long after he woke up.

However, it was unexpected for Oaks to meet in this way. He thought that the first meeting would be on the eve of the New York War.

"Ah, sorry for the sudden interruption, I just came to take a look at the loud noise when I passed by..."

Steve pointed to the broken truck whose door had been shrunk, Oaks nodded clearly, and extended his hand to him with a smile:

"Ox Lin, this is the old man Carter Shrey, and he provided this factory... This is Matt Murdoch, my fitness trainer."

Father Carter Slay nodded with a smile:

"Another interesting 'young man'..."

He seemed to accentuate the pronunciation of some words, which made Steve's heart skip a beat, but then the old man waved his hand and turned away:

"Let's play, I'll watch TV for a while, my back hurts after standing here for a long time..."

"Uh, hello, Mr. Steve."

Matt took off the hood and stretched out his hand:

"I'm not really a coach, but you, 'look' it should be... ah, thank you, sorry for my poor eyesight."

Seeing that Matt's eyes were still closed, Steve quickly stepped forward and took Matt's hand before he reached out.

"It seems that I haven't been out for a long time..."

He raised his eyebrows:

"The world is changing so fast, young people with skills like you, if you were at my time...cough, I mean, although you are young, your skills are really not easy."

Looking at the somewhat embarrassed Steve, Oaks showed just the right amount of stunned:

"You look like you're in your thirties, and you'll probably look ten years younger if you shave your beard."

"Uh...thanks for the compliment."

Steve just remembered that he shouldn't have added those seventy years to his usual life—

Probably because the impression is too deep, he has unknowingly regarded himself as "90 years old".

So he let go of Matt's hand and hurriedly changed the subject:

"Speaking of which, in terms of fighting skills, I can probably still be regarded as a professional, Matt... You can see that you have undergone rigorous training and have a very good foundation. It's just that your physical strength limits the performance of many of your moves."

Speaking of his area of ​​expertise, Steve came to the spirit:

"I can offer some specific physical training exercises that might work for you."

"Ah...thank you so much!"

Matt is a little surprised~lightnovelpub.net~ Since the master "Gusou" left, although he has kept exercising, the effect of practicing alone is limited.

This is also the reason why when Oaks came to him and hoped that he could help him exercise his physical strength and fighting skills, Matt agreed without saying a word.

Although he aspires to be a lawyer, he is very clear that there are things that the law cannot solve.

Steve has already looked at Oaks, with a strange light in his eyes:

"Ox... Your physical fitness is very strong, your agility and strength are beyond the level of ordinary people, but your fighting skills..."

"Cough, it sucks, isn't it?"

Oakes scratched his head, very self-aware:

"Then ask Coach Steve to help me train?"

"my pleasure!"

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