Simultaneous Time Travel: Living in the Primordial World, Freebies Welcome!

Chapter 92 Captain America's First Shield!

"Chen, do you know that poor little guy?"

Carter frowned slightly as he watched Steve being beaten in the alley, feeling inexplicably uncomfortable.

Qian Chen blinked, shook his head without changing his expression, and shamelessly lied: "No, I don't know him!"

Although he said he didn't know them, his eyes were fixed on the two people fighting in the alley.

Poor Steve is not only skinny, but also suffers from various diseases, while his opponent is a typical American hulking man, as strong as a mad bull.

no doubt.

This is a battle where the odds are overwhelmingly against each other!

From beginning to end, Steve was completely dominated by his opponent!

Fortunately, although the big guy has the advantage in size, his footwork is chaotic and his offensive rhythm is completely disordered. He is simply relying on brute force to fight in lane.

On the other hand, Steve...

Although he was now powerless and weak, barely a fighter, he was able to defend himself with skillful maneuvering, cleverly using his small stature to constantly outmaneuver his enemies and withstand wave after wave of attacks.

"Well done!"

Steve skillfully dodged the enemy's punch once again, and Carter couldn't help but shout "O!" in excitement.

"Chen, could this little guy pull off a comeback?"

Qian Chen shook his head upon hearing this.

"Impossible!"

"His current fighting skills are not enough to support him in winning this high-weight class fight."

"Simply relying on skillful maneuvering is nothing more than a death throes."

As Qian Chen said, Steve was in a state of constant retreat.

The big guy was like a mad bull, recklessly unleashing his power at Steve.

Under such a ferocious offensive, no matter how Steve maneuvered, he was bound to get punched by his opponent.

For someone as fragile as Steve, even a single punch would be enough to knock him to the ground with a thud—Steve staggered and fell to the ground!

The burly man looked down at Steve with disdain, then stepped on him and spat insultingly. "Pfft! A piece of trash like you actually wants to join the army and go to the front lines? Don't even dream about it!"

"Trash should stay in the trash can! Don't let me see you again, or I'll beat you up every time I see you."

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After saying that, the big guy was about to turn around and leave when he saw Steve actually stand up again, swaying unsteadily.

Steve hastily wiped the blood from his nose with his sleeve, shook his head to clear his head.

"Hey! Big guy, where do you think you're going?"

"I haven't given up yet!"

Steve's actions successfully enraged the other party!

"That damn tuberculosis bastard!"

The big guy threw a punch with great force, fueled by hatred.

Steve desperately tried to protect his head to avoid being punched, but the immense force knocked him to the ground again, leaving him with absolutely no room to maneuver.

After knocking Steve down this time, the big guy kicked him a few more times. "Listen, you tuberculosis wretch! You better stay on the ground and eat dog shit from now on. If you dare to stand up again—you believe me, I'll beat you to death next time!"

Steve curled up on the ground in pain, his eyes filled with resentment, still trying to struggle to get up again.

He struggled to lift his head, the massive figure looming over him like a nightmare, a mountain he could never climb, pressing down on him and making it hard to breathe.

In the end, can't it be done?

The difference is huge!

In a daze, Steve seemed to hear someone whispering in his ear: Give up, Steve!

As long as you lie down obediently, you won't get beaten anymore!

You've really done enough.

Give up—give up—

"No! No way! How can I give up?"

"I promised myself I'd be a hero like my father—"

"How could I possibly collapse on the streets of America?"

Steve's eyes were bloodshot as he struggled to his feet.

Carter frowned upon seeing this. "He still wants to get up? To be honest, that's not a good idea!"

"If I stand up again, I'll probably get beaten to death!"

Qian Chen nodded in agreement. "The difference is too big!"

"If he wants to turn the tide—he has to get his hands on the weapon!"

Before he could finish speaking, Carter exclaimed again, "Wow! A weapon—he got a weapon!"

Look closely.

It turned out that Steve had knocked over a trash can while dodging the big guy's attack, and the quick-thinking Steve picked up the trash can lid from the ground and used it as a shield to defend himself.

All I can say is that Steve was ultimately too kind!

He used bricks from the base of the wall, mud and sand on the ground, and even trash from the trash can as hidden weapons, but he still chose that destined trash can lid as his shield.

Perhaps in Steve's eyes, although the villain in front of him angered him, he still didn't want to go all out.

Uh—let's not worry about whether he has that ability or not!

What matters is not his ability, but his kindness!

Duang!!

The fist and the "shield" collided.

A piercing sound erupted.

Although the "shield" blocked the opponent's fist, Steve's arm was still numb from the big guy's powerful force, and he almost lost his grip on the trash can lid.

Click-clack—

The big guy was clearly enraged; his knuckles cracked as he clenched his fist and slammed it at Steve again.

Bang! Bang! Bang! ————

One punch! And another!

Steve desperately raised his "shield," gritting his teeth to withstand the giant's ferocious attack, but the powerful fist slammed into his "shield," and the force traveled through the "shield," making Steve feel a tightness in his chest and his vision go black.

"Fuck! The difference in strength between me and him is too great!"

"Damn it! Is it finally going to give up?"

Steve gritted his teeth and retreated step by step, holding the "shield" until he was backed against the wall with nowhere left to go. He could only curl up as much as possible to protect himself with the "shield".

Although the big guy was blinded by rage for a moment, he wasn't really stupid. After punching the trash can lid a few times, he immediately realized what was happening, grabbed the trash can lid off Steve's hand, and then clenched his fist, which was as big as a sandbag, to smash it into Steve's forehead.

"You damned tuberculosis bastard, go to hell!"

As the saying goes, brute force can overcome any skill; faced with an absolute disparity in strength, Steve had absolutely no chance to resist.

He watched helplessly as the fist drew ever closer to him, his mind already rehearsing his final words.

If that punch lands—

It seems that America's perky butt will have to be taken offline soon!

At the critical moment, a sharp shout suddenly rang out from the alleyway entrance: "Stop!"

The big guy, who was in a fit of rage, naturally wouldn't listen. He even grinned and increased his strength by three points, determined to smash Steve's head with this punch.

But Carter was faster than him!

boom!

The strength of MI6's top agent was on full display at this moment. In the blink of an eye, he rushed to the big guy's side and delivered a powerful whip kick that sent the big guy flying on the spot.

Steve stared blankly at Carter, the scene of the damsel in distress deeply touching his heart.

Qian Chen followed slowly, bent down to pick up the enlistment application form from the ground, and asked, "Asthma? Scarlet fever? Rheumatic fever?"

"Good heavens! You're so sick, and you still want to join the army and go to the front lines? It's unbelievable!"

He gently folded Steve's enlistment application, knelt down, looked at the disheveled Steve, and extended his hand, saying, "Hello, Steve! It's nice to meet you!"