[Comprehensive British and American] Self-cultivation of trans-wearers

Nancy woke up in a cold sweat under the sudden pain in her shoulder.

Opening her eyes in a daze, her breathing was rapid, and a burst of broken wood chips and wall dust permeated her lungs naturally with the frequency of breathing, which made Nancy cough uncomfortably and remained motionless. Dare to move, not even dare to speak out to give Jarvis instructions.

She gritted her teeth and endured the burning pain that began to emerge under her skin, and lowered her head in frustration and fear.

Her eyes stared blankly at the steel battle suit that was facing her just in front of her. That battle suit full of scars seemed to give her some kind of spiritual support, and she finally came up with the idea of ​​self-help soon. .

However, the ideal is beautiful, and the reality will always give you another stick, which is extremely skinny.

With her hands behind her back, Nancy tried several times, but she still couldn't accumulate her special power in the dizziness that hadn't fully recovered.

Seeing that she had tried so many times but couldn't succeed, she who could only pinch a fire talisman, her fingers trembled slightly, and anxious tears moistened her eyes, which were half red.

"Click."

The sound of the door opening that I was most afraid of hearing sounded around me again. Nancy shook her feet like a frightened rabbit. Enough space for her to draw out her bare soles.

But now she couldn't take this into consideration anymore, she kept stepping back, and the figure of the gangster wearing a white mask still didn't appear at the door as she had been begging for in her heart.

"Where's the cash at home? Where's the valuables? Take them out for me!"

Perhaps it is a psychological effect, his voice sounds hoarse and evil to Nancy, which is completely the standard configuration of the villain in the movie.Judging from the gangster's bloodshot eyeballs, maybe he also suffers from some mental illness that prompted him to do such a thing?

The white gloves were probably stained with dust from rummaging through things, and the name of the property in her community was printed on a backpack straddling it diagonally. No wonder this person had the guts to choose to break into and rob in broad daylight.

"Hurry up, tell me all about it!" Seeing Nancy staring blankly at him, the gangster violently lifted her up with the rope that bound her with his hands, and mentioned himself heavily. in front of the eyes.

Nancy flinched, and said tremblingly, "Don't——there is really no cash at home."

In the current situation, it's not that she continues to be greedy for money. If possible, Nancy also wants to spend money to buy peace, and let the thugs in front of her go first.

"I live in this apartment alone. I don't have any jewelry or gold or silver... Do you dislike me transferring money to you?" What made Nancy blurt out was the words in her heart that she thought could save her for a while, but she just thought about it after saying it, and she had the urge to go back and rebuild.

Tell the gangster directly that there is only one person in the house... How stupid is she to say such a thing directly? !

Apparently the gangster also showed a sinister smile because of this sentence, but turned a deaf ear to Nancy's Alipay transfer.

"...Help, help——" Nancy sensed that the situation was wrong, and seeing a strange light in his eyes that was completely different from when he was only for money before, the panic in her heart finally made her yell out Voice: "Who will save me?! Jarvis—"

"What are you calling?" The gangster threw her onto the messy bed, the desire in his eyes was clear, "Tsk, lie down obediently, little girl—otherwise I don't know if you want to stay or not. "

Just when Nancy was about to despair, Jarvis, who was stationed at her house, finally spoke the first words she heard after waking up.

Although I don't know why Jarvis switched back to the English mode, but the sudden English sound in the same room also made the gangster stop his actions in astonishment.

"The gentleman at the door, please help Miss Nancy—" The sincere words echoed in my ears, which also woke up the thoughts of the man who was standing there speechless.

Although everything in front of him made his mind unable to think like a rusted gear, but seeing atrocities about to happen in front of him was something he absolutely didn't want to see.

Taking advantage of the time when he was definitely going to gain the upper hand, the gangster faced Nancy, which meant that his back was completely exposed to himself. He pursed his lips, raised his fist and rushed forward to punch the gangster.

His figure, in Nancy's eyes, is definitely covered in colorful clouds, with white clouds under his feet, the hallelujah hymn is his bgm, and he must also be a well-known superhero——

Well?Did she remember wrongly, is there such a style in superheroes?

Although the gangster was knocked back two steps after being caught off guard, the degree of injury was not at all as bad as Nancy imagined, flying backwards and falling to the ground.

He violently touched the place where he was punched by the boy who suddenly appeared, and took out a pocket knife with a cold light from his pocket with a sullen face.

However, this guy who fell from the sky seems to have got the script of the protagonist to save the hero, this punch actually caused the effect of injuring the enemy one thousand and self-damage eight hundred.

His flushed cheeks were covered with sweat, he was bent over, propping up his knees, gasping for breath, his eyes fixed on the criminal's movements.

Glancing at Nancy's worried face from the corner of the eye, he forced a smile as if to comfort him.

"Don't be afraid, I will beat him away."

"Tsk, what are you talking about?" The knife in his hand gave the gangster incomparable confidence, and at the same time he glanced at his thin body with disdain, and grinned: "Where did the sick man come to save the beauty like a hero? Little fate, you've got it."

However, the gangster still scanned the surroundings vigilantly at this moment, after all, he just heard the voice of another foreign man.

Nancy gathered herself together, and seeing that she was finally not alone, the fire formula on her finger was finally lit up belatedly.

Although the burning flame is small, it is no problem to burn a few ropes.

Similarly, her ability is not useless, at least the dull pain in her body has recovered to a great extent at this moment.

The knife in the gangster's hand slowly lifted up, the man's eyes froze, and he gritted his teeth and took the countermeasures.

"Miss Nancy, this gentleman—please get down."

Jarvis's voice was accompanied by the sound of steel moving and assembling. The battle suit that was sitting quietly on the ground like a toy suddenly stood up. In a large or small space.

The gangster fell to the ground in response, spitting blood, and finally rolled his eyes under Nancy's gratifying gaze, and passed out.

Logically speaking, the gangster has been attacked once, and the second attack should not be so easy to succeed.

But why is his back facing the window now? Does he have full confidence in this seemingly safe back?

Even without the Ark reactor on Tony's chest as an energy supply, this steel suit certainly has other ways to inductively recharge.

For example, the next second after Nancy fell, Jarvis, who discovered the whole situation vigilantly, turned on the power supply of the suit without saying a word, trying to charge it.

But until Nancy really faced the gangsters and was about to encounter an accident, the energy obtained by charging the suit through the plug-in board was only enough to transform into one attack pulse, and it would dim again.

Jarvis didn't dare to bet whether this attack could deal an effective blow to the gangster. After all, the gangster's IQ was normal. If he activated the suit in front of his eyes, he must be aware of the possibility of aiming. It will drop to a low and terrible situation.

And if he misses once, Miss Nancy's life is really hanging by a thread and is at stake.

Fortunately, this gentleman who, like his husband, came to Miss Nancy's house as a guest inexplicably provided him with a suitable opportunity.

"Phew, it seems that the crisis has been resolved?" The man stared at the sudden reversal of the situation in front of him, and was taken aback for a moment, and soon he smiled at Nancy, who had survived the catastrophe, and couldn't help but cast a friendly glance at her .

The warm smile reflected his limp blond hair, and the friendliness in his clear blue eyes made Nancy finally let go of the hanging heart.

"En, thank you, thank you." Nancy spoke in a vague English that had not been practiced in actual combat. She kept rubbing her slender wrist where she was strangled by the rope, and looked at the current situation in a daze. situation.

The gangster on the floor seemed to have lost the ability to threaten, but it still made her shiver.And the identity of this good gentleman who helped her now is also an unknown problem.

Only then did Nancy have the time to look at this benefactor who had saved her life.

The style and color of the jacket, which is a bit outdated for now, was put on him like a sack, and the washed underpants were a little white because of the fight just now, and a big hole was torn.

The gentle smile matched his eyebrows and eyes very well, and there was no shadow in his deep eyes that was only cast by the fluttering eyelashes.

He is absolutely right, he is a good person.

"I believe that anyone who sees a lady in this kind of situation will help." He turned his eyes and saw Nancy's white legs exposed under her knee-length skirt. He paused and turned his head. Skip it.

From the red cheeks to the exposed neck, Nancy looked at him who seemed a little shy, and laughed happily.

"Thank you, sir." She spoke very smoothly this time, "My name is Nancy, what is your name?"

"Steve Rogers, just call me Steve."

What, what?

Nancy opened her mouth, and she cast a clear gaze, looking straight at Steve's chest.

#So this is a sweetheart who doesn't have big breasts yet? #

#Sure enough, the guests in her house are not ordinary people. #

The author has something to say: I was guessed that the second place is the US team w