Druid's Marvel Travels

Chapter 103 Returning to Brooklyn (810 for the first order)
In front of Mr. Cartersley's abandoned factory, a white man in a brown leather jacket stopped and scratched his short blond hair.

He had a ring of whiskers, which didn't seem to have been carefully groomed either.

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

"Brooklyn has become completely unfamiliar to me... I have some impressions of this factory, but it was very lively back then."

Feeling so emotional, he planned to leave, and continued to think about whether to go to that old house.

But when he thought of the time span of "70 years" that he couldn't let go of, he couldn't help but stop and hesitated again.

"Boom! Rumble..."

The roar from the old factory on the opposite side surprised Steve, and his first reaction was...

"Is there a problem with the factory? Is it still running? Has anyone been injured?"

So, after completely putting aside the matter of the old house, he was already at the gate of the old factory.

"Is there anyone who suffers from..."

Slamming the door open, Steve froze in place.

What kind of factory is there? It's clearly a forest!

And these trees are very old, right?

But these weird old machines are...

Although he was a little confused for a moment, the experienced Captain Rogers quickly realized 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 slightly older one has red hair, an Asian face, and a slender but flexible body.

The younger one has an Irish face and a muscular build, but he wears a blindfolded hood!
And judging from the fighting process...

Although the red-haired one seemed to be far superior in physical fitness to the one wearing the hood, he was at a disadvantage.

Because although the one wearing the hood seems to be blindfolded, he seems to have a very keen hearing response, and his fighting methods are definitely strictly and brilliantly trained.

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

Their battle arena is a complex of giant logs, 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 at the same time.

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

By three...two people?Watching Steve scratched his head, grinned, and tried to force a smile:
"Need a sparring?"

"Mr. President?"

Matt took a long breath, trying to adjust his breathing and trying to recover his strength as soon as possible:

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

He didn't pay attention just now, but now he stopped, and his super senses compared the bearded Mr.'s heartbeat and blood flow data——

Maybe even out of Oaks!
And in Oakes' perception of life, it is 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..."

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

"But since we met, please come in - this is the private training ground I built, what's the name?"

"Uh...thanks, just call me Steve."

Steve stepped forward, couldn't help but looked around here, and started admiring:

"It's really a big deal. It can be used as a field survival training ground with a little modification."

"Oh?"

Oakes' eyes lit up, Steve, the physical function of the peak of human beings, blond and blue-eyed big muscle bully...

Adding up these few conditions, he still can't guess who he is, so Oakes can smash his head against a tree and die.

Steve Rogers, Captain America who has not been awake for a long time.

But Oakes never expected 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 here to take a look when I was passing by and heard a loud noise..."

Steve pointed to the wrecked truck with its doors bulged, and Oakes nodded knowingly, and stretched out his hand to him with a smile:
"Ox Lin, this is Mr. Cartersley, and he provided this workshop... This is Matt Murdoch, my fitness trainer."

Mr. Cartersley nodded with a smile:
"Another interesting 'young man'..."

He seemed to have emphasized the pronunciation of certain words, which made Steve's heart skip a beat, but then the old man waved his hand, turned and left:
"You guys 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 much of a trainer, but you, 'look' like... Ah, thank you, sorry for my poor eyesight."

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

"Looks like I haven't come out for a long time..."

He raised his eyebrows:
"The world is changing so fast. Young people with your skills, 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, Oakes showed just the right amount of astonishment:

"You look like you are in your 30s, and you will be about ten years younger if you shave off your beard."

"Uh...thanks for the compliment."

Only then did Steve remember that he shouldn't have added those 70 years to his normal life——

Probably because the impression was so deep, he had unknowingly regarded himself as "ninety years old".

So he let go of Matt's hand and quickly changed the subject:
"Speaking of which, in terms of fighting skills, I can still be regarded as a professional, Matt... You can see that you have undergone rigorous training and have a very good foundation, but your physical strength limits your many moves."

Speaking of his professional field, Steve came to the spirit:
"I can provide some physical training methods, which may be useful to you."

"Ah...thank you very much!"

Matt was a little surprised. Since his master "Stick" left, although he kept exercising, the effect of practicing alone was limited.

This is also the reason why when Oakes found 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 knows very well that there are things that the law cannot solve.

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

"Ox...your physical stamina is very strong, your agility and strength are beyond the level of ordinary people, it's just your fighting skills..."

"Well, it sucks, doesn't it?"

Oakes scratched his head, very self-aware:
"Then please coach Steve, help me train?"

"my pleasure!"

(End of this chapter)