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"Another pitch, a high-flying foul ball."

"So it's a four-to-four tie with the Dodgers."

In a room decorated in the retro style of the 1940s and 1950s, a real-time broadcast of a baseball game came from the radio.

On the white bed, Rogers slowly opened his eyes.

He slowly fumbled and sat up, then turned his head hesitantly to look at the radio that was constantly broadcasting the live football game.

At this time, a beautiful lady wearing clothes from the 1940s and 1950s with burgundy wavy hair opened the door and walked in with a smile on her face.

"Good morning." The lady closed the door and said to Rogers with a smile.

"Where am I?" Rogers asked, frowning.

"You are in a post-surgery recovery room in New York." The pretty lady explained, standing in front of Rogers' bed.

At this time, the real-time broadcast of the baseball game continued to come from the radio.

"The Dodgers led 8-4. What a great game."

Rogers turned around and stared at the woman in front of the bed hesitantly, and said, "Where am I?"

"I don't quite understand what you mean." The burgundy-haired woman still smiled politely.

Rogers stared at her and said word by word: "The game on the radio was in May 1941. I was watching it live."

When the woman heard this, she seemed to be exposed and froze in place, unable to speak.

Rogers stared at her, slowly sat up from the white sheets, and said seriously: "I'll ask you again, where am I?"

Looking at the big-breasted boy in front of her, she seemed to be losing control of her emotions. The woman pressed the small pager hidden in her hand without leaving any trace.

The woman wanted to continue explaining: "Captain Rogers"

But he was interrupted by Rogers yelling: "Who the hell are you?"

The woman was frightened back by the big-breasted brother's roar, but at this moment, the door to the room opened again.

Two heavily armed special operations team members opened the door and jumped in. Rogers immediately opened his arms slightly, assuming a posture ready for battle.

Just when the two special operations team members were about to take action, Rogers stepped out first and bullied him. Before the two people could react, Rogers lowered his body and twisted his waist, and then hit him with a fist as big as a sandbag. on one of them.

The remaining person was about to say something, but Rogers gave him no chance and kicked him in the abdomen.

Both of them were knocked away by the huge force that exploded from Rogers, crashing through the wall and falling outside the house.

Rogers glared at the beautiful woman with burgundy hair and frightened her into taking three steps back.

Then ignoring the lying woman, Rogers slowly walked out towards the big hole knocked out by the two soldiers.

It turns out that this is not a post-surgery recovery room in New York, it is just a room made of several wooden boards.

Who on earth caught him? What was his purpose in creating this room?

Just when Rogers was hesitating when he stepped out of the big hole, he saw a fist as big as a sandbag, mixed with the sound of tiger and leopard thunder, hitting him in the face with lightning speed.

"Bang~"

Rogers was sent flying back to the room again by this huge force that far exceeded his own, smashing the hospital bed in the room into a mess.

"Cough cough cough~"

Rogers coughed and climbed up, looking at the tall young man who walked in with a look of surprise on his face, rubbing his fists.

He has never been crushed in terms of strength. The strength that this young man burst out has far surpassed the Red Skull.

Is he another super soldier bred by the Soviet Union?

Rogers' mind was racing with thoughts, and he was hesitant, but the young man who knocked him away didn't seem to care at all. He simply ignored him and started talking to the woman with burgundy hair.

Bank gave the female agent in a retro shirt a firm look and said, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

The woman nodded towards Bank and said, "Bank, don't hurt the captain."

After finishing speaking, he took out the pager and conveyed the news of Captain America's recovery to the agents outside and Director Fury.

Bank rubbed his fists and looked at Captain America again, who was in a fighting posture, and walked up with a smile on his face.

Seeing Bank slowly coming forward, Rogers no longer hesitated, rounded his arms and punched Bank in the face.

Bank raised two fingers to block, and in front of Rogers' disbelieving gaze, he blocked his face with a powerful blow.

Then Bank turned his hand, grabbed Captain America's arm, and pulled him hard to the ground.

As an irresistible force came, Rogers was horrified to find that he was dragged to the ground without any resistance by this young man.

The next thing is to rub it on the ground without any nutrition.

When Director Fury walked in with a large number of agents, his face darkened.

There are so many superheroes in the world, why should I let the weirdest one take over?

Looking at Bank, who was pressing Captain America to the ground and hammering him wildly, Fury quickly stopped and said: "Bank, stop, I didn't ask you to come here just to beat us, our American spirit."

Bank, who was sitting on Rogers, shrugged after hearing this, and then raised his fist casually, causing Rogers to subconsciously put his arm on his head.

But of course the punch did not land. Under Fury's angry eyes, Bank stood up and said: "Didn't you say that if the situation gets out of control, let me take action?"

"This situation isn't out of control yet," Fury yelled at him.

Bank pursed his lips and casually glanced at the two special forces members who had been beaten to the ground by Captain America and had not gotten up yet, and said: "Is it possible that you have to die before you lose control?"

Fury said with a dark face: "You know what I mean when I say out of control."

Bank shrugged and said, "Okay."

After saying that, Bank helped Captain America up on the ground without sincerity, patted the dust on his body casually, and said, "I'm sorry."

Fury sighed, then with a serious look on his face, he walked up to the confused and wary Captain America and said, "Don't be nervous, private."

Looking at the bruises at the corners of Rogers' eyes, Fury shook his head and continued: "Listen, I'm very sorry for this nonsense show, but we think this room can help you slowly accept it all."

With that said, Fury walked to the window and opened it directly.

Rogers walked to the window in a daze, looking at the bustling streets that were completely different from those in the 1940s and 1950s. There were steel forests full of modern atmosphere standing there, and countless screens on the buildings were playing dazzling pictures. Every steel beast gallops.

Rogers' busty brother stared blankly at the scene outside the window, turned to Fury and asked, "What do you accept?"

Fury was silent for a while and then said: "You have been sleeping, Captain, for about seventy years."

After hearing this, Captain America once again looked at the modern metropolis outside the house, falling into endless silence and self-doubt.

Fury looked at Rogers with a complicated face and said tentatively: "Are you okay?"

Rogers shook his head complicatedly and said, "It's okay, it's okay, I'm just late for an appointment."