Illusionist in American comics

Carter has never married and has been waiting for that figure.

Although she once pretended to be a couple with others at work, there was no room in her heart and she could no longer accommodate other people.

Beside the long table, Steve looked at the dress above in silence.

Carter rejected him, which he had already thought of.

The other person doesn't want to be a burden to him, nor does he want to bring him mental pressure.

But the more this happened, the more he suffered.

"Go meet your new life, Steve"

"This is an era full of hope and future, and it still needs you"

With Carter's words ringing in his ears, Steve sighed.

Then he carefully put away the dress.

Life is like a wheel, it can only move forward but not backward.

In the early morning, Steve changed his clothes and started his morning exercises.

Running is the most instinctive behavior of human beings. From walking to running, it is a step-by-step process, and it is also an evolutionary process.

One circle, two circles, three circles.

Finally, Steve was no longer satisfied with the slight movement. He began to speed up and put pressure on his body, until his heart felt the load, and he stopped breathing heavily.

At this time, countless deep footprints had been left on the original ground.

"Huh, it looks like we have to change the morning practice venue again tomorrow."

Turning around to go home, Steve was going to buy breakfast and then go visit Carter.

He had a premonition that his favorite treasure was about to disappear.

It was still the familiar hot dog, still the same bench, but this time a new figure appeared beside him.

Steve glanced next to him. There was a round bald head. Under the bald head was an equally round face. A pair of clear eyes on his face looked at the hot dog in his hand.

He was wearing a black monk's robe, and in his hand was a string of white Buddhist beads.

The other person's eyes were filled with confusion, as if he was seeing a hot dog for the first time.

"Well, try it, it tastes good."

Breaking it in half, Steve handed the remaining hot dog to the other person.

But the other party just shook his head and said.

"Buddha said, you can save food, but you can't take it."

"You can receive kindness, but you can't help but repay it."

"If you give it to me, it will be a favor."

"If I take it, it will be the result. If the favor cannot be offset, I will have to pay more to repay the favor."

The other person should be young, and his feet could not touch the ground while sitting on the bench, but the words he said at this time gave Steve a headache.

He understands some Buddhist principles, thanks to the Super Soldier Serum, and his brain development is far beyond that of ordinary people.

If he doesn't want to be a soldier, even if he is a scientific researcher, he can still win the Nobel Prize.

But when he thought about the other party's words, his flexible brain was unable to understand the other party's meaning in a short period of time.

"Sorry, I may have made it too complicated."

“Thank you layman for the food”

San Buran remembered that this was not Lingshan, nor the place of practice where the bells were ringing. This was another vast land.

Would it be rude if I didn't take it?

"It doesn't matter, as long as you like it"

Watching the other person eat the hot dog in one bite, Steve finally got rid of his tedious thoughts.

But seeing the other person's unsatisfied expression after eating, he came to the front of the food truck again.

“Man, the hot dogs are good.”

"I want two more, no, five more."

Noticing the sight behind him, Steve changed his words.

Fate, amazing.

Maybe you just went out for a run early one morning with only a wallet, and you happened to have $450 in your wallet.

By coincidence, you come across a hot dog stand, and the hot dogs here are $3 a piece.

You happily buy one and go to the bench, and coincidentally meet a mysterious little monk again.

The next thing is...

"Um, do you have any more?"

"Do you have any more?"

Steve and San Zan asked at the same time, but the difference was the object of their inquiry.

The hot dog owner spread his hands when he heard Steve's question, and then pointed to his stall.

"I only prepared 150 servings, and now only the cheese sauce is left."

"I only brought 450 US dollars, and now I only have change for bus transportation."

The two of them answered at the same time, then looked at San Zang in unison and asked loudly.

"You're not full yet!"

"My goodness!"

In the early morning, people start their busy day, wash up, eat, and go to work. Ordinary people start a fulfilling day.

But there are some extraordinary people.

Just like the little monk who ate 150 hot dogs in one sitting, oh, no, it was 150.5.

"You should go on the Big Eater show and maybe become a new New York legend."

"I've already thought of a name for you. It's called Bald Hot Dog King."

On the bench, Steve looked at San Zang next to him and said jokingly.

But at the same time, I also felt a sense of long-lost joy.

Although this joy cost him $450.

"I'm sorry, this layman, the young monk didn't control his tongue."

"Amitabha, sin, sin, sin"

The third burial was not intentional, but because I was too hungry.

After receiving a message from Danyangzi's nephew, he was sent here by the abbot, but unfortunately, he got lost.

Although Sanzang's intuition told him that Danyangzi could find him, it had been three days and he had changed more than ten such benches, but Danyangzi still could not find him.

Just then Steve came over and helped him get rid of the fate of starving to death.

"If you are kind, you must repay it. The young monk has already remembered the aura of the layman."

"If you don't mind, I can teach you some martial arts to strengthen your body!"

He didn't have the money, and he didn't know how to participate in the Big Eater show, but San Zan asked himself about some physical fitness skills, and he happened to see that Steve's physique was extraordinary and just suitable for Lingshan's martial arts.

"Martial arts, do you mean Kung Fu?"

"Forget it, it's just some hot dogs. I think the little master is a monk."

"How about just treating it as my invitation to you?"

Steve looked at his watch. It was almost the time he agreed with Carter and he was ready to leave.

But this sentence aroused the dissatisfaction of San Zang. He knew the kindness but failed to repay it, which would be punished by the sin of King Kong.

"No, I, San Buran, have always repaid my kindness. You have to learn this skill today if you don't want to!"

The original little monk still looked kind-hearted, but at this moment, his robes were rising, and an illusory black Buddha statue vaguely appeared behind him.

Steve frowned at this.

In the basketball court in the park, a gust of breeze blew away the dust on the ground, and only half of the basket in the distance was left.

It can be seen from this that this basketball court has been abandoned for a long time.

But at this time, two figures appeared in the basketball.

On the left is San Zang with a serious look on his face, while on the right is Steve with a helpless look on his face.

"Let me state in advance that if I win, let me leave."

"good!"

San Zang nodded in agreement.

The two had just had a dispute and finally made a simple and crude agreement, that is, whoever wins will listen to whoever wins.

If San Zun wins, Steve will learn martial arts from him to repay the favor of Hot Dog.

Steve won, and the favor was put on hold to be repaid at a later date.

And now this basketball court is the competition venue between the two.

Following the morning cry of the wild cat next to him, Sanzang was the first to take action.

The prayer beads came to his left hand, and Sanzong took one step forward. Every step he took brought a strong counter-shock force. He moved step by step, and his good cultivation was revealed just from the beginning.

Looking at Steve again, the shield was not by his side. He just raised his hands, and his left fist was hidden behind his right fist. It was a very common preparation for boxing.

But when he saw the ferocious attack of San Zang, it was too late to change his moves, so he had to rush to meet it with heavy punches.

Then I was shocked and realized that he wouldn't beat someone to death.

After all, Steve was injected with the super soldier serum, and his own strength was far beyond what ordinary people could contend with.

But the result was that San Zang only exerted a slight force, and Steve flew out, and did not stop until he hit the fence.

Looking at his trembling right hand, Steve struggled to pull his feet out of the ground.

In front of him were two shallow ravines.

"Please be careful, layman. The young monk will not hold back his strength."

San Zan warned, and then punched again.

Compared with the punch just now, the force this time was even greater. The Vajra Void Form condensed behind him, and San Zhan's right fist was covered with the light of broken gold.

[Zen Skills·Dajang Fist]

Steve, who had completely put away his contempt, hurriedly moved sideways and stepped back. At the same time, he crossed his steps and raised his left hand straight up, hoping to interrupt Sanzang's Diamond Fist midway.

But when he was about to touch, the strong sense of danger made Steve turn over and hurriedly avoid it.

Then a big crater was blasted out of his original place, and the stones in the crater had turned into powder.

But it wasn't over yet. Sanzang's right foot flew into the air without closing his fist, and the sound of the fierce wind instantly reached Steve.

[King Kong Demon-Conquering Legs]

The burning true energy turned into bright yellow footprints, carrying unimaginable destructive power.

The Super Soldier Serum was researched and invented by Abraham Erskine to fight the Red Skull, the original leader of Hydra, and Steve was the least promising candidate at the time.

But he still passed the test and was successfully injected with the super soldier serum.

It was also at that moment that the super soldier named Captain America was born.

Steve, who was injected with the serum, was far superior to ordinary people in terms of physical fitness and brain development.

His strong physical fitness allowed him to carry out individual operations, and he destroyed dozens of enemy bases by himself.

He is brave as a general and extraordinary as a commander.

Relying on prophetic battlefield thinking, the Howling Commandos led by Steve are known as the strongest combat team. A large part of the reason is because of Steve's commanding ability.

But now, looking at the golden footprints that are about to come in front of him, neither physical fitness nor quick thinking can help him.

Steve has even thought of his own epitaph.

A hot dog caused a murder!

However, the expected pain did not come, instead there was a dissatisfied complaint.

"Uncle Third Burial Master, you are really going to cause trouble for me."

"If you hurt this person, then I can only go to prison to see you."

Steve opened his eyes and saw a mysterious person who existed in the files.

Lu Xixian.

Descendants of Penglai.