[Comprehensive British and American] The villain is beaten daily

The red-haired girl was sweating and panting.

So angry.

Lydia panted heavily and looked at the slightly shaking sandbag, feeling aggrieved.

If you were using Goldfinger, you don’t have to think about it, Lydia can definitely punch a sandbag, and it’s not a problem to fly; but now Lydia is just a thin and immature ordinary human girl, and her physical fitness is not even up to the standard. to the average level of American high school students.

Her strength is really too weak, and the golden finger of raising the blood... Obviously, it is not something a young girl can persist for a long time.

Lydia squatted down, took a few sips of water, rubbed her sweaty hair, and cheered herself up.

He punched randomly again for a while, until he had no strength left.

The girl nearly collapsed.She glanced at the countdown on her phone, and this time even the look in her eyes turned into despair.

——Twelve minutes have passed...

Only twelve minutes...

Do it all at once, second time tired, third time exhausted.

Lydia is about to run out now.

She put on the gloves again, and the boxing gloves wrapped around her reddened fingers. They made a dull pop when they came into contact with the sandbag. This time, the sandbag didn't move at all.

silence.

The girl couldn't hold back her tears.

Even she herself despises her weakness, and really doesn't know how to accomplish her lofty goal.

Lydia lay down on the sandbag in frustration, her sweaty forehead was directly pressed against the cold sandbag, and she let out a long series of depressed ah ah ah sounds from her mouth.

"Ha-cough-"

Someone behind her laughed and twisted it into an awkward cough.

Lydia was startled by the sound, she could be said to have jumped up, staggered two steps and fell to the ground.

Frustrated.

She sat on the ground for three full seconds, unable to get up in a trance, and then stretched out a hand in front of her.

Lydia was stunned for another three seconds, then tentatively stretched out her hand, and was pulled up from the ground by that hand.

"Be careful," he said with a chuckle just now, "I'm sorry, I have been using this room, but I didn't expect you to be using it at this time."

There was something apologetic in his voice, it sounded genuinely sorry.

Lydia's face turned red.

She muttered for a long time before she raised her head and was reflected in those blue eyes.

It was a good-looking young man.

In her twenties, with a slight smile on her handsome face, Lydia felt calmer than she looked.

He was carrying a bag in his hand before, but now the bag was dropped on the ground, but the boxing glove with obvious signs of wear and tear was already on his wrist.

"Stand back," he said, "watch."

Immediately, there was a bang and bang sound from the collision of fists and sandbags in the room.

Lydia looked at the big sandbags swinging back and forth, and subconsciously glanced at the broken sandbags. She couldn't hold back, and secretly swallowed.

Look, it looks like we found the "Bag Killer"...

The dark blond man punched nearly fifty punches in one breath, and the sandbag that Lydia didn't even bother to shake was like a crying toy under his fist, as if it was so light.

Lydia looked at his resolute eyes, at his tightly pursed thin lips, at his muscular figure, and her fingers grabbed the hem of the sportswear again.

Before she could speak, the man stopped first.

In an instant, his somewhat frightening aura faded away, as if he had turned into the gentle and harmless young man just now.

"Your method is wrong," his voice was steady, "don't worry, you need professional training, take your time."

The girl who knew nothing about training nodded blankly.

She simply wanted to get out of the same place, and wanted to achieve it overnight. If the foundation is not good, she wants to be able to fight directly. It is better to dream quickly.

Lydia paused and forced a smile: "Thank you."

Then, like a rabbit being chased by a dog, she jumped high, grabbed her bag and went to find the boss, changed to another room, and got into a fight with the sandbag again.

Lydia carefully recalled the actions of the gentleman just now, moved her right foot backwards, and finally put on a bluffing posture.

She threw her fist forward hard, as if she wasn't punching the bag but the points.

This is the most successful punch ever.

Looking at the shaking sandbag, Lydia grinned regardless of the soreness in her wrist.

[System,] The girl's voice was tinged with unconcealable excitement, [I succeeded, did you see it? 】

The system makes an unpleasant and piercing duck quack.

[Ga—ah! 】

Lydia:? ? ?

The system reacted immediately, and seemed to make a strange sound, and said a few perfunctory words: [Don't talk to me, I'll wait for the feedback from the main system. 】

Lydia knew about this. The system had told her that because she had a special idea, the system wanted to get some benefits for her.

The girl played non-standard boxing in the empty room for a few minutes, and finally mustered up the courage to sneak to the next door.

***

Steven Grant Rogers.

The name of the human being under Captain America's mask.

If calculated by the date of birth, he is already 92 years old.

Country icon, busty sweetheart, founder of the Avengers plus S.H.I.E.L.D. non-staff.

Speaking of which, Steve was really unlucky.

Although he may not have thought of it that way.

His parents left early, and after finally joining the army, he turned into Captain America. He had to rush to the front in case of danger, and he had to cover his vest tightly so that the auspicious baby Bucky in the barracks would not find out.

Later on... he was still discovered by Bucky, and the military government took advantage of the opportunity to let Bucky also participate in secret operations. Captain America was in the open, and Bucky was in the dark. A cold name.

Bucky, who he cared about the most, was dead.

Steve was also frozen into a deep sleep, and finally woke up.

He has not yet adapted to this future world, and aliens have invaded the earth again.For some reason, the Justice League, which usually fights against aliens, did not appear at all, so S.H.I.E.L.D. took advantage of the trend again and single-handedly launched the current Avengers.

Steve, who had just woken up, was like a duck being chased and could only continue to fight.

He seems to have been fighting all his life, fighting the Nazis, fighting the Hydra, fighting humans, and aliens.

No one remembers that he was just an ordinary guy before he joined the army and became Captain America.

In this era where he can only feel strange, Steve can't find the basis of his own existence.

He seemed to belong everywhere, and seemed to have no place at all.

In this stressful time, proper venting can always make people feel relaxed and happy.

This is not a hidden place, but it can provide a place for needs, not only suitable for Lydia, but also suitable for Steve.

Steve took off his coat, and the tight racer vest could clearly see the muscle lines on his body, and every time he punched, he was full of tension.His vent-like behavior made the vest wet with sweat.

Today's sandbags are scrapped again.

He paused, then unfastened the glove with his teeth, and threw it onto the bag.

Fine sand is still flowing from the small mouth that was violently broken open.

Steve turned his head and saw the little red-haired girl he had just met poking her head, a nervous gray-green eye peeking through the open door.

Every time he sees young kids coming out of the war, Steve gets a sense that what he did was worthwhile.

He sighed, strode over, opened the door, and met the girl's confused eyes.

Maybe it's because this stranger just met by chance.

Lydia mustered up her courage and swallowed again in front of Steve's muscular mass.

"First, sir," she stammered, "I... If I want to learn boxing, what should I do?"

***

Lydia still didn't know the name of the gentleman who taught her boxing until she was instructed for half an hour the next day.

The day before in New York, I scored another three points, and after exercising today, I returned to the metropolis. At this moment, Lydia was wearing a swimming ring, lying on her back in the swimming pool, staring at the starry night sky, and sighed faintly.

According to that kind gentleman, after another three years of practice, she will be fine.

Lydia has mixed feelings.

At this time, the system that had been offline for a while came back.

[Lydia,] The system can't wait to shake Lydia's neck and tell her that the kind person you met yesterday is Captain America, but it can only orgasm by itself at present, and then release a message, [I will inform you of an update . 】

【Eh? 】

【I have fed back your idea to the general system,】 it said, 【The total system has given you an exchange condition. 】

【what? 】

[Some tasks have been changed,] the system said, [daily tasks - fighting crime, the completion of daily tasks can be exchanged for the elimination of fatigue and sequelae, free of charge; one point will be deducted if not completed.Lydia, you earned some points yesterday, but today you did nothing. 】

The system is as awkward as a dog with more than 2 million sets of codes: [It is already ten o'clock at night...]

Lydia stood up from the pool, fell back into the pool, and got up dripping wet.

【Walk! 】She rushed into the villa, leaving a string of wet little footprints on the floor.

For points!In order to make her brother proud of her!Fight!

So an hour later, the girl wearing a funny tights and a half-face mask was like a tyrannosaurus beast, stepping on the crying drug dealer, looking at the eerie giant bat figure in the building illuminated by the street lights , licked his lips.

The system cried.

[Lydia, you only have two and a half minutes left! ! ! 】

Lydia in a special state can't hear it, because Lydia doesn't want to hear it.

She just brushed her hair, licked her lips repeatedly, and a hint of interest flashed in her dark green pupils.

"Ha, Batboy who is late again," she laughed, and kicked the screaming drug dealer's ass, "I like it."