[Comprehensive British and American] The villain is beaten daily

Lydia underwent a series of psychological tests.

The inexperienced girl had no way of spotting any clues from Dr. Lecter's face.

She could only obediently follow instructions.

Lydia had no idea what the tests she was doing were for, and the tests she had done before were not of this type.

Lydia sat on the sofa, biting her lower lip nervously: "Dr. Lecter, I'm sorry to trouble you."

Hannibal Lecter still had a decent smile on his face.

"polite."

An hour, just right.

As an elegant gentleman, the doctor opened the door of the consulting room himself.

Lydia blushed, borrowed some cash from the doctor, and went out.

Before she could take a step here, there was a knock on another door.

Lydia raised her eyes quietly.

The one who appeared at the door this time was a serious-looking man in a suit and leather shoes.

He showed the ID card in his hand, and said in a calm voice, "FBI. There are some things about Ed Poccari that I need to know from you."

"Pocari?" Hannibal thought thoughtfully. "I haven't heard from him for three years. What happened?"

Um?Ed Poccari?The jerk who contributed points today?

The bunny girl's ears immediately perked up.

However, Dr. Hannibal glanced at the little rabbit who suddenly became energetic, showed a deep smile, and closed the door firmly.

Lydia: "..."

hum.

***

Six fifty in the evening, New York.

Lydia's boxing moves are already in shape.

Her long ginger-red hair was tied behind her head, and her gray-green eyes were full of earnestness.She was wearing loose sportswear, boxing gloves wrapped around increasingly hard fists, and sandbags made "bang bang" sounds with her movements.

His face had already turned from pale to red.

Lydia panted heavily, took off her boxing gloves, and sat on the stool to breathe calmly.

Steve, the sparring partner, also let go, shaking the heavy sandbag.

"You're making great progress," he couldn't help but praise Lydia, "you're talented."

Although each meeting was only for a few short hours on the weekend, Lydia still established a good friendship with this young man named Steve.

At least, when it comes to directing, Steve can be said to have no secrets.

And, after meeting for two consecutive weeks, Lydia and Steve finally exchanged names. Every time they met after that, Steve looked at him with the kind of eyes that cared for the younger generation, which made Lydia's scalp go numb .

Fortunately, girls are adaptable.

Also, Lydia is late today.

It is no secret that Captain America wakes up in the 21st century.

All members of the Justice League are existences with special identities, such as aliens, sons of gods, etc., and they are even heroes in their respective cities.

In this case, the soon-to-be-forgotten official always wants to have something in his hands.

So Tony Stark, the Iron Man with an above-board identity, Natasha Romanov, the agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. with the official background, and Clint Barton, who was "recruited", and Captain America, who is the same benchmark, were all pushed to the front .

Recently, the official news has consciously reduced the reports of the Justice League group, and instead promoted the Avengers Alliance-although the current alliance can be said to be independent, and there is no sense of an "alliance" at all.

The same goes for Captain America.

Before he could adapt to life in the new era, he was forced to return to the battlefield.

If it weren't for his tenacity, what Lydia saw would not be a fake youth who came to vent her emotions, but a male lion that was about to erupt at any time.

Lydia is also Steve's rare, normal human (?) friend.

Wherever a group of agents lived, Steve also had a good temper.Then, looking at Lydia, who was only fifteen or sixteen years old, it was really the eyes of an elder looking at a younger generation.

With a little heart that he can't finish.

His observation skills were keen, and after Lydia finally stopped exercising, he brought over the iodine bought downstairs.

"Hand out," he said, "shall I help you or will you do it yourself?"

The red-haired girl was sweating, and a few strands of shorter hair, which hadn't been tied into the apron, were sticking to her face with sweat.

The redness on her face due to exercise has not faded away, and Lydia wants to blush again.

No, sorry.

Lydia was really wounded.

It wasn't Goldfinger that stunned that Ed Poccari.It’s true that Lydia took the lead, but it’s a pity that the gun is not very good at using it. It’s good if the hand holding the gun doesn’t shake. Don’t even think about it. This is a little skin trauma.

The girl's skin was delicate, bruises were not counted, and there were several scratches.Originally, the police were going to send her to the hospital, but because she left in a hurry, she just made a record and forgot about her injuries.

Although all the injuries on her body will disappear when she comes back from going out tonight, Lydia still can't refuse Steve's kindness now.

False, young, real, elder took care of the little girl's emotions, and his words were carefully considered: "...It's good to be able to protect myself."

Lydia secretly smiled, accidentally revealing two white teeth.

While Lydia was resting, Steve started punching the bag again.

After the pretentious gloves were discarded, Steve wrapped cloth strips around the backs of his fingers to increase the friction, punching and punching, feeling an inexplicable refreshing feeling.

Today's sandbags are alive and well.

Lydia thoughtfully wet Steve's towel, and while wiping his sweaty blond hair, he asked her, "You're late today, did you fight?"

Lydia's sentence ends with a swirling nasal voice: "No, I'm just a little unlucky."

Yes, that's right, just a little unlucky.

The girl's desire to confide was increasing day by day, and she couldn't find anyone to talk to on weekdays. She coyly talked about herself to Steve, who would have no intersection (?) except here.

For example, the math teacher who still feels a little wronged when she thinks about it now;

For example, the perverted killer who injured her today;

Another example is the increasingly weird rumors in the school and the increasingly difficult classmates.

Steve: "...are you okay?"

The little girl with red hair is well-behaved and cute: "Thank you Steve, I'm fine."

Steve: "..."

Then you are happy.

Even Captain America didn't know what to say to Lydia who seemed to be attracting strange characters.

He could only reach out and touch the little girl's head as a comfort.

And when that hand stretched out, Lydia could no longer shrink like a quail.

She showed a shy smile, and the little mole at the corner of her eye was particularly vivid.

Lydia already rented a small apartment in New York.

She avoided Hell's Kitchen, Harlem, and Manhattan, and settled in the more convenient Queens after tangling between Queens and Brooklyn.

Steve was educated by Lydia about his unlucky daily life, and sent Lydia to her apartment with uneasiness.

"Be careful yourself," the fake young Captain America told her, "I have some things to do starting tomorrow, and I won't go to the store. If there is anything, you can send me... a text message."

Steve thought for a while: "Protect yourself and don't be brave."

Looking up from the bottom, the gray-green eyes looked particularly cute in the eyes of the tall and burly Steve.

"it is good."

Then, less than an hour after Steve left, Lydia changed into the tights she had hidden in the New York apartment, reincarnated as Lilith, resolutely bypassed the Hell's Kitchen where Daredevil was, and continued to mess around in New York. shake.

Hmm...how do you feel that New York is so harmonious today?

The girl who had nowhere to vent her energy adjusted the position of her false breasts, leaned against the corner, and waited for a sneaky car thief to come.

Tsk, only little ones.

Before she could step out, Lydia hid in the corner again.

Whoa, someone is grabbing points.

She watched the fast-talking little chatterbox in strange clothes tie up the car thief with a strange solid made of strange white ♂♀ liquid ♂, and appeared behind him with a smile in the corner of his eyes.

She seemed to be a seductive and depraved witch of the night, with a charming breath rippling from the corners of her eyes and brows, and a seductive smile on her mouth.

The fledgling little spider is no match for Lydia.

The poor young spider only felt that his spider sensor was broken, and being held in his arms by Lydia who suddenly appeared, the tip of his nose touched something soft and fragrant... something.

He blushed so much that he almost evaporated under the mask.

Lydia's voice was particularly crisp, with an undisguised smile.

She sniffed the pleasant scent of the young spider, rested her chin on the back of his head, and said triumphantly, "Long time no see, little guy."

Peter only felt that he was about to explode:

"Lililililili—"