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"The time-space shock is likely caused by a trans-world criminal sneaking into this world, and I am the time-space special police who came here to investigate."

Standing up straight, Liu Yu glanced at Charlotte in front of him.

Seeing that Charlotte had recovered as before and was unharmed, he couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly.

I was basically certain in my mind that this was not some kind of martial arts, but rather some strange superpower.

He also suffered some minor injuries, so there was no need for him to continue to confront Charlotte head-on.

His purpose of coming here was not Spider-Man, but because he saw Spider-Man dared to come and provoke him, so he wanted to test Charlotte's level.

Since they have already fought, there is no need to create a bigger conflict, or even a fight to the death.

Liu Yu smiled and taught:

"Of all the Spider-Men I've ever met, you're the best. But I see you've only used brute force, and you don't have any other skills. Why don't you let me teach you?"

As he spoke, Liu Yu turned his wrist, and his whole body was moved along with the force of his palm.

"The heart and the mind are united, the mind and the qi are united, the qi and the strength are united.

Hands and feet come together, elbows and knees come together, shoulders and hips come together."

Liu Yu stretched his shoulders and crossed his body, his clothes rustling, and he punched forward fiercely.

The gusts of wind from these punches really made Charlotte's eyes light up, and he felt like he had learned something.

Glancing at Charlotte who was watching seriously, Liu Yu's eyes flashed with mockery and continued to explain:

“Martial arts is not only about the use of force, but also about the overall control and understanding of the whole body.

It is an art of proper application that allows you to have greater power and flexibility in combat.

I have a book of basic boxing techniques here, you can take it and study it first. I believe that next time we meet, your strength will reach another level."

As he spoke, You Lan waved his hand and something shot towards Charlotte, who grabbed it.

When I opened my palm, I saw that it was a small black USB flash drive.

"You should learn the skills inside first, and I won't accompany you here for too long."

Liu Yu walked briskly and jumped down from the top of the abandoned building in just a few steps.

Charlotte raised her eyebrows and put the USB drive into her arms first.

I have to say that Liu Yu is quite capable. His arms are as fast as flying. He taps the wall with his toes in mid-air and flies to another building at an extremely fast speed.

He turned around and looked at Charlotte on the roof, then left quickly without hesitation. In a few breaths, he jumped and disappeared from Charlotte's sight.

However, it is never easy for prey that falls into a spider web to escape from the web.

The spider sense was always following him, and Charlotte had an evil smile on his face, monitoring all of Liu Yu's movements.

……

In the sewer, Stark wrinkled his nose and stepped forward.

His watch illuminated the surroundings brightly, but not blindingly. He walked forward with a look of dissatisfaction on his face.

There were dark stone bricks above my head and uneven ground under my feet. There was garbage and foul-smelling feces everywhere.

It was dark and damp here. Stark stepped over the corpse of a rat with a sullen face and pursed his lips tightly. He was extremely unhappy with this meeting place.

Even if he had to go to the rooftop to catch a cold, he would rather not stay in the sewer to get a gas.

But he had to come.

Stark quickened his pace and soon saw the target of this trip - Steve.

At this time, Steve had a furry beard, his blond hair had grown a lot longer, and he was wearing a worn green vest and blue jeans.

He has not been idle these days. Every night he goes out disguised as a homeless person to observe and learn the knowledge here.

Let himself get used to and integrate into this society, and also give him more time to think.

And today, he finally waited for Stark's arrival.

The two looked at each other.

Steve smiled slightly and looked into Stark's deep eyes with nostalgia.

"You really look like him..."

When they met for the first time, Steve hit Stark's pain point with just one sentence.

Without even having to say anything, Stark knew who Steve was talking about.

Steve's nostalgia seemed more like a provocation to Stark, making him unable to control his inexplicable anger, and the veins on his forehead twitched.

Stark really didn't like the look in Steve's eyes!

He couldn't help but stabbed:

“Hey, soldier, which coffin were you dug out of by Hydra?

To be able to preserve it so well, you must have been fed a lot of preservatives."

Steve shook his head and answered seriously with a bitter expression:

"No, to be honest, my last memory is of a crash, of a plane hitting an iceberg.

I never thought I would be able to open my eyes again, let alone come to the future.

Come back to life from a freeze."

Stark rolled his eyes, not bothering to say anything more to Steve.

He looked around, scanning the dirty ground and the clotted garbage, his expression of disgust almost overflowing:

"Okay, American Popsicle, I say...you're not going to live here lately, are you?"

If Steve told him, he'd been sleeping in the garbage lately.

He swore that he would never get close to Steve again.

"Here?" Steve was slightly stunned and shook his head.

"Of course not. I'm staying in a wider and brighter place to experience what it's like to be a homeless person."

Steve's eyes flashed, and he said truthfully:

“It’s not pleasant, but it also gave me a better understanding of this country and this society.

Shootings, murders, narcotics, crimes..."

The subprime mortgage crisis has broken out, the U.S. economy is in turmoil, and Stark has not yet announced the cancellation of the weapons division, and the stock prices of the entire Stark Group are falling rapidly.

Of course, what is even worse is that several investment banks are on the verge of bankruptcy.

This crisis began to spread in people's minds. The inability to pay mortgages led to a rapid increase in the number of homeless people and a sharp rise in crime rates.

The whole society was in panic, and Steve felt it the most deeply.

Especially after he defeated several groups of homeless people who tried to take his place and steal his things.

He couldn't help but think that the country was finished and he had failed to protect anything back then.

Stark took a step forward and walked towards the depths of the sewer with a sour face.

When chatting with someone you are not very familiar with, of course you need to talk about some common topics.

The most common topic between the two was Tony Stark's father, Howard Stark...

These are just a few simple questions, but each one of them is a step in Stark's minefield.

I am Howard’s good friend… You are so outstanding… Howard’s education… His companionship with you… He must love you very much…

Stark's back teeth were about to break when he heard this.

But Steve never quite understood Stark's mood. He just took Stark left and right in the sewer and came to an underground air-raid shelter.

Looking at the lights deep in the air-raid shelter, Stark was slightly stunned and asked:

"Where do you live?"

"Of course not..." Steve shook his head.

“I also discovered such a place when I was wandering around in the sewers a few days ago. It’s very well hidden. It must be someone’s secret… at least not the military.

I haven't been there before, I'm just stopping here to rest."

As he spoke, Steve pointed to a pile of debris not far away.

There were pillows and quilts tied together, a large, worn black box, and some books and a desk lamp on top of the box.

That's all the gear Steve has.

"Okay~" Stark pouted again, took out a printed white paper from his arms, patted it on Steve's chest and said:

"Sign it. The stage has been set. Now you should prepare to perform...

That's right!" Stark stared into Steve's eyes and said seriously, word by word:

“Also! Remember! You weren’t the one who rescued me in the story!

I escaped using my newly invented weapons and equipment!"

Stark raised his chin and said proudly:

"And now it's me who rescued you from Hydra!"