It's not a superhero, it's a saiyan

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Sun Wukong, who never knew much about government agencies, wondered if they really didn't serve lunch - which is really a pity - what interested him most about this place was the interesting test equipment, he thought With these things, you can know more clearly whether your cultivation has improved, although it seems that these machines still need some debugging and modification.

It's a pity that a certain woman was not prepared to discuss this issue with Sun Wukong, and she seemed very enthusiastic to arrange a driver for him, so that he would not have to take public transportation by himself or try his luck to hail a taxi in busy New York.

With some regrets, he left the S.H.I.E.L.D. territory. Sun Wukong didn't notice the curious eyes his temporary driver occasionally cast on him through the rearview mirror. Obviously, his good work ethic kept him silent.

Now, Sun Wukong is going to find a place to solve the problem of eating. With his current daily salary, he can fully afford his three meals a day. He even has a good savings, but this is obviously not something he will consider , as long as he knows that he doesn't have to worry about eating the overlord's meal, that's enough.

At this time, they were far away from the prosperity of Times Square, and the city gradually showed its civilian side. The various small shops on the street were also filled with people of all skin colors, and the smell wafting out mixed with the smell of car exhaust was in the air. Spreading in the middle, it's like something is fermenting.

Sniffing hard with his nose, Monkey King could already smell the smell of food, and the aroma from the meat made his stomach growl.

"Ah, that's over there." Sun Wukong stopped the car, waved to the driver, found the right direction, and trot happily over there.And the closer he got, the more tempting he could feel the smell of barbecue, which made his speed increase all of a sudden, bringing a breeze on the street.

"Your barbecue here is not bad, I want another one."

"Hahaha, you are going to eat up our stock today, but it doesn't matter, I have already called the supplier, it doesn't matter how much you eat today, no problem at all." The boss of this Arabic barbecue restaurant Smiling and patted Monkey King on the shoulder, he even seemed a little excited, "If you want me to say, you are really discerning, I will give you a [-]% discount for this meal, no, a [-]% discount, and I will give you [-]% off if you come to my place in the future." Discounts, even if you bring friends..."

It was the peak time for lunch at this time, but there were not many customers in this small and old-fashioned shop. Almost everyone was looking at Monkey King. Some people applauded him.

"It seems that the boss can finally make a profit today." An employee of the barbecue restaurant said quietly.

Another employee couldn't help but also took a bite of his lunch - it was no different from what Sun Wukong ate - his expression became a little painful, and he even had difficulty swallowing: "I thought we made a mistake today …Obviously the taste today is the same as before, without any surprises, oh, because I expected too much just now, I feel that it tastes bad, how did he do it?"

"Maybe only God knows."

"Huh, I'm full, so full!" After drinking a large bottle of water, Monkey King patted his swollen belly, hiccupped lightly, and leaned back on the chair contentedly.

"That... Do you need to pay now, customer?" The boss looked at the tableware that was almost piled up to the ceiling and asked with a smile.

Sun Wukong took out his card, he is used to the way of consumption in this world.

"May I sit here, please?" When the boss waltzed away, a rather handsome customer in a white T-shirt came to Monkey King's table. Never left.

Sun Wukong looked at him suspiciously and nodded.

"I'm Steve Rogers, nice to meet you."

"My name is Sun Wukong." Sun Wukong looked at Steve's outstretched hand, and still reacted for a while before shaking him. He is still not used to such etiquette, in both worlds, "You can also Call me Kakarot, it seems that many people prefer to call me by this name."

"I'll probably choose the name Kakarot as well." Steve smiled, "Want to go out together?"

"Hey, why?"

Instead, Steve was stunned for a moment, looking a little speechless, and couldn't help showing a smile: "I just want to chat with you suddenly, although I'm not a good chat partner." He looked serious and laughed at himself, "I think I may not be able to handle most of the topics now, but maybe you are willing to discuss other tips with me, such as how to use force to make yourself run faster and save effort. I am very impressed with your speed. before you enter here."

"Haha, I don't know what to say when I'm chatting with others. I always make Boulma angry." Sun Wukong scratched his hair and nodded in agreement, "Then where are we going? It's too much, and I need to digest it."

"I know there is a park nearby. Although I haven't been there, it looks like a good place for running." Steve recalled and gave suggestions.

Although the park mentioned by Steve cannot be compared with Central Park, it is enough to meet the needs of nearby residents, and it is well taken care of by the management staff. There are almost no large pieces of garbage and homeless people, and the trees and flowers are also obvious. Someone trims it, so it looks neat and there is no hidden danger.

"Phew, your speed is really incredible." Steve, who ran all the way with his legs and couldn't distance himself from Monkey King no matter how fast he accelerated, took a few breaths and directly admitted defeat, "Obviously I did!" A wrong decision, fortunately this distance will not make me look bad, huh, but it feels really pleasant, I haven't tried to run for a long... long time."

"You are very good. If I hadn't worked hard with God for three years, I might have lost." Sun Wukong said seriously, looking at Steve with anticipation.

"Thank you, you make me feel better!" Steve sat casually on the grass, looking relaxed a lot. Not far behind him, a group of children who seemed to be five or six years old on average were chasing a bird. Toy football, looking very happy.

Sun Wukong also sat down cross-legged, propped his chin and watched the group of children running around. Under the warm sunlight, he couldn't help yawning.

"These kids looked happy."

"But it's really strange to snatch a ball back and forth. Is this a special way of cultivation?" Sun Wukong rubbed his eyes, staring at the ball for so long that he almost fell asleep.

Steve laughed a little: "I remember I liked this when I was a child, but I was too thin and small at that time, and I was always the one who would be used as a substitute, and almost never had a chance to play." He looked at Monkey King, "You don't like it? I thought there would be a chance to go to a ball game together."

"match?"

"Am I being too presumptuous, after all, we've only just met...for about half an hour." Steve tapped his fingers unconsciously, "But...in fact, I saw you in S.H.I.E.L.D. Follow along, maybe I should re-introduce myself, a lot of times people forget my real name, they call me Captain America."

"Superhero?" Sun Wukong recalled. Superheroes may be the people he looks forward to most in this world, or their enemies.

"Maybe you will become a member of superheroes one day, or anyone is possible." Steve propped his body on his elbows, half lying on the grass, his eyes were slightly closed due to the glare of the sun, and his expression was very serious. Soothing authentic.

"I'm not." Sun Wukong thought for a while and said with certainty, "I'm a Saiyan who grew up on Earth."

Steve was stunned for a moment, and he sat up slowly, with a somewhat uncertain tone: "If I understand correctly, you mean...you are not from Earth."

"I'm from Earth." Monkey King said without any hesitation, "I'm also a Saiyan, as I remember."

Seeing Sun Wukong's innocent face, Steve couldn't help but patted him on the shoulder, with a helpless tone: "I will temporarily forget this conversation, of course it is only temporarily, I can't guarantee anything, but I still hope you don't And then casually tell a stranger you just met, and it could put you in danger."

Sun Wukong blinked and finally nodded.

"I ran out secretly. They should have found out that I was missing by now. I should go back. Do you have any problems alone?"

Sun Wukong shook his head: "How can I find you...do you have that...phone number?" He finally remembered this convenient contact thing.

Steve, who obviously didn't have any extra things on him, smiled awkwardly: "I haven't learned how to use it yet, next time I will remember to write down the number first. I will temporarily stay where you are going today, if necessary You can find me at any time, I am very happy to meet you today, then... See you next time."

"goodbye!"

After bidding farewell to his new friends, Sun Wukong looked back at the group of children playing football, and said to himself in confusion: "Ball game? Is it a special game?"

"Oops!" At this time, a child who was overly excited after finally grabbing the ball was obviously not standing still when he threw the ball to his friends. The little football flew directly towards Monkey King and was easily caught by him inside.

Feeling the tenacity of the football skin, Sun Wukong's fingers subconsciously exerted a little force...

"Hey!"

"My ball... wow!"