When a superhero meets Vongola [Comprehensive]

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Steve Rogers.

Captain America.

This is known as the symbol of the American spirit, and has become a great hero who is admired and remembered in the American History Exhibition Hall

——He was walking out of the Seven-Eleven supermarket chain at this time.

After the thunderstorm, the weather was still a bit muggy, so the captain wore two coats.A dark gray short-sleeved T-shirt was worn over a black shirt, which mostly covered his solid and perfect muscular outlines, while a dark peaked cap on his head somewhat effectively concealed Steve's handsome face .

The captain still held a piece of paper in his hand, and he still made a list of all the things he wanted to buy on the paper in the old-fashioned way.The words are clearly and methodically listed in two columns, and the man's handwriting is unexpectedly elegant and decent.Steve mentally went through the purchases in the bag, making sure once again that nothing essential to buy had been left behind.

The captain squeezed the ball of paper into a ball, and the captain glanced at the trash can at the corner behind him from the corner of his eye.

The wrist drove the force of the elbow, and the paper ball in his hand was easily and accurately thrown into the trash can 20 meters away.

A little brother walking next to him accidentally saw it, and couldn't help turning his head to look at Steve, and whistled in admiration, "Hey, brother, that's a good shot!"

It was the first time in a long time that the captain received the praise from his favorite people, and he felt a little happy.

He stopped in his tracks and turned around, looked into the other person's eyes and smiled politely, thanking him back.

This little episode will be over soon.

No one knows that the man carrying two plastic bags with the 7-ELEVEN logo in his hand is Captain America.

Even if someone recognized Captain America, they probably wouldn't believe it.

Scenarios that might happen are-

"Hey, isn't Captain America a picture in a museum? Don't be kidding, it's not a movie!"

"Captain America? Listen to me, big heroes are busy maintaining world peace, why are they hanging around this small convenience store?"

"Is this the latest fool's game? I think you tell me Squirrels are here, though, that's a lot more appealing than Captain America. Superheroes are too busy catching bad guys, we're too busy catching Pokémon, hey world peace !"

"I've never seen a hero, oh, I know one! Tony Stark! Oh, I love him! He's so handsome! But I'm sure the famous Iron Man won't be here Yes. Unless, yes, unless he decides to acquire Seven-Eleven and becomes the CEO of the supermarket chain!"...

Of course, none of these scenes happened, and the history of Captain America is too long.

During the 70 years of sleep, not only the captain of the United States was gradually forgotten, but also the history of World War II and earlier.

Steve Rogers, Captain America,

Waking up in this brand new era, he is still in the adaptation stage of this new century.

Over the past few decades, the world has undergone rapid changes.

Steve, a veteran of the decadent old-school party who didn't know why, is also trying to accept this brand new society.

However, danger never disappears because of the changing times.

When traveling at night, you must be careful and safe, and remember not to walk in remote alleys.

This is the veiled warning that people have been told since childhood.

There is always a turbulent crisis lurking in the darkness.

But obviously, the upright and awe-inspiring captain didn't feel the slightest fear from it.Steve would instead worry about whether someone would get lost in the dark, or get into trouble on a night like this.

On the way home, the captain will deliberately take some long detours and walk on small roads that are less traveled.These days, Steve has indeed encountered some restless people and things in these remote places.The righteous and kind-hearted captain also solved these small problems neatly, without letting anyone see his face, and without hurting anyone's life. Before leaving, he even thoughtfully called the police and an ambulance for them.

Today's captain is still on his way home.

In the early afternoon, there was a heavy rainstorm, and the wet starry sky in the night was extraordinarily bright, but the dark soil under our feet was muddy.Steve's tall figure was dragging under the faint moonlight, and the large and small water pools swayed against the faint dark gray and twilight, only the sound of steady footsteps step by step in the silence.

There was a slight wooden sound in my ears.

Like something was lightly bumped.

The voice, which should have been so subtle that it shouldn't be noticed, made the captain subconsciously vigilant.

The captain frowned slightly, and quickly turned his head to look around. There was nothing suspicious.

The place where the noise was made was a pile of dilapidated furniture.When someone moves, they often pile unwanted furniture in front of the door.If someone wants it, they will pick it up. If no one wants it, there will be a garbage truck to take the waste away the next morning.

The rain-soaked furniture was piled up messily, without making any noise.But the captain had an intuition that someone was there, and he could more accurately point out that that person was in the dilapidated wooden wardrobe lying on the ground.

"Hello, is anyone there?"

The captain said so, and then slowly approached the footsteps.

Perhaps it was the instinct of many years on the battlefield. Even though he didn't feel the murderous and dangerous atmosphere, the captain didn't relax his vigilance.Steve never felt that being vigilant was a bad thing, and it was precisely because of this that he and his comrades were saved many times in the war.

The captain carried two plastic bags in his left hand, left his right hand free, and stood beside the closet.

This position is not easy to be attacked, and it is also suitable for him to make a judgment immediately and make the next move in an unexpected situation.

When the captain opened the creaking wooden door of the closet, he heard a bang.

The captain was startled by this accident, just because he saw a boy suddenly fell from the closet.The man's body fell out of the closet onto the muddy ground, splashing a lot of muddy water.

"Are you alright?" The captain quickly threw the bag in his hand on the ground, squatted down anxiously and helped the boy up.

This boy looked like he was only in his teens, weak and slender, with some scars and mud on his face, but at a glance, he could tell he was Asian.The boy was in a coma at this time, the captain glanced at the boy's whole body and couldn't help frowning.The young man had quite a few injuries, especially the bruise on his throat, which looked like he had been pinched out by force, but luckily he was still breathing.

To rush to the hospital!

The captain didn't think about it anymore, he quickly picked up the boy and rushed to the hospital.

At this moment, the boy in his arms seemed to sense something dimly, and slowly opened his eyes.

It seemed that the huge gunfire still echoed in his ears, his head was confused, and his body was painful and numb.

A faint halo was reflected in the godless eyes, and then slowly a blurred figure of a man came into focus.

The parched lips of the brown-haired boy moved slightly as he murmured a sentence in Japanese.

"Foreigners?"

The heavy eyelids slowly closed.

The boy's consciousness once again plunged into darkness.