LIGHTNOVELWORLD Across Marvel: I Lost Iron Man
Chapter 201 with Steve Rogers
Chapter 201 with Steve Rogers
Ye Qingyang didn't stay idle when he got home, he comforted Xiao Rongyu who was frightened physically and psychologically, and the two of them didn't fall asleep until the moon in the west fell.
At around 10 o'clock the next morning, Ye Qingyang performed morning exercises vigorously again. Now that he is neither short of time nor short of women, he naturally wants to make up for the regrets of his previous life.
For Xiao Rongyu's safety, Ye Qingyang let her temporarily live in his secret villa, where there is no one inhabited within a hundred miles, all of them were bought by Ye Qingyang, and the security system was even more extreme.
He didn't want to repeat the plot of being copied from his hometown in Iron Man 3. A dignified arms dealer was beaten like a dog in his own home. This is simply an insult to Iron Man's name.
Ye Qingyang absolutely cannot allow this kind of thing to happen. For this reason, he specially borrowed Hans' remote control system, which is under the unified control of Jarvis, so as to truly achieve all-weather, all-round, and no-dead-angle security.
After breakfast, Ye Qingyang borrowed a beautiful woman from Cyclops. Today he has an important task to carry out. Although it is a bit dangerous, the more this happens, the more affection will be added.
Ye Qingyang picked up Hill first by car. Today, Hill didn't wear that tights. It may be because of work. Hill was wrapped in a thick down jacket, so she couldn't see her figure at all, but her small face It looked even smaller, and Ye Qingyang wondered if he could cover everything with a single slap.
However, the heads of beautiful women seem to be relatively small in general, and those who are ridiculed by everyone every day with big head effects like Bingbing can only be regarded as cute.
Hill sat down on the co-pilot, and there was a faint fragrance. Ye Qingyang looked at her chiseled profile, and felt a little ready to move.
But he only got a supercilious look from Hill, and Hill said
"You said there was a very important matter. I don't know what it is, but you still asked the chief to come forward, making it mysterious."
Ye Qingyang laughed, and said
"It's definitely something you can't imagine, but before we set off, we still need to pick up an old antique."
Hill rolled his eyes and said,
"Antique? You're not talking about—"
"Bingguo! But if you guess correctly, you can get a rewarding kiss from me."
Ye Qingyang admired Hill's quick thinking, this woman is so smart, the more she looks at her, the more she likes her.
"Do we have a tacit understanding?"
Seeing Ye Qingyang's shameless appearance, Hill raised his hands in surrender and said
"Mr. Shi Dake, can you be normal, there is no result for the two of us."
Ye Qingyang stepped down on the accelerator, and the Ferrari with 1000 horsepower roared and jumped out. Ye Qingyang saw Hill with a slightly pale face and said
"I'm only interested in the process. As for the result, just follow the fate."
He turned his head to see Hill's expression, but found that she had already closed her eyes and fell asleep. This big shit is really annoying. He couldn't speak to him at all, so he pretended to be dead after being healed.
Under the control of Ye Qingyang, the silver Ferrari supercar shuttled freely and quickly on the streets of New York. According to the map that Cyclops sent him, the two came to an old boxing gym.
Ye Qingyang and Hill walked into the boxing gym. The gatekeeper was an old man who looked very similar to Stan Lee. When he saw someone coming to the door, he rushed to sell some fitness and boxing courses. Ye Qingyang gave him a tip of 100 US dollars. dismissed.
The decoration style of the boxing gym is very old, and it may not be regarded as the decoration style. This is a boxing gym with a long history, but because of the small traffic and no money for decoration, many decorations look very dilapidated.
Because it was noon, there was no one in the boxing gym, and they probably all went out to eat.
Hill took a sneak peek at Ye Qingyang, and found that his expression was normal, without any special expression, so he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief.
Seeing her relieved look, Ye Qingyang couldn't help laughing, saying:
"What's the matter, are you still afraid that I will fight with him?"
Hill actually nodded seriously, which made Ye Qingyang a little depressed, why does he look like a violent maniac?
The two entered the boxing gym, and there was a burst of bang bang like a storm.
From a distance, I saw a burly man in white short-sleeves pounding a sandbag. The man turned his back to them. When he heard someone coming, he only moved his ears and didn't turn his head. His fist was wrapped with a bandage. With punches and punches, every punch hit on the sandbag can send the sandbag hanging on the load-bearing column flying high.
The outside of the sandbag is a layer of very rough and heavy tarpaulin, which is so tough that it is difficult to cut it even with a sharp edge.
Neither Ye Qingyang nor Hill stepped forward to bother the man who was attacking the sandbags. Under the tight white short sleeves were explosive muscles with clear texture. What caught the eye was his buttocks, which were plump and looked very attractive. strength.
Every time the man punches, it can drive the surrounding air to flow. Even standing seven or eight meters away, Ye Qingyang can feel the whistling wind of his fist, especially in a closed boxing gym, this feeling is particularly strong. As expected of the US team that has experienced World War II, it naturally carries a sense of blood and oppression of a soldier.
His straight punches and swing punches are not fancy at all, and his moves are powerful and heavy, straight to the middle palace. Seeing the US team training, Ye Qingyang couldn't help secretly comparing himself with the US team.
What makes him ashamed is that his fighting methods are far inferior in terms of momentum and flexibility. After all, he has not undergone systematic and periodic training. Ye Qingyang has to admit that if he is bare-handed, he is really Can't beat the muscle in front of me.
Perhaps feeling that someone was watching his training, Steve Rogers punched faster, and in just a few seconds, he threw dozens of punches, and the punches were so powerful that the steel cables on the sandbags were covered by him. The beating and whining continued.
"Blah blah blah-"
The sandbag shook violently a few times, then swelled and exploded suddenly. One of Steve Rogers' fists pierced the sandbag directly, and the sand flowed down the cracked place like running water.
Steve Rogers slowly pulled out his fist. Just now he seemed to have returned to 70 years ago. All he could think about in his mind were the soldiers rushing in, the plane crashing into the sea, and the beautiful figure of Carter.
He panted slightly, a drop of sweat dripped from his chin, ever since he was rescued by S.H.I.E.L.D.
(End of this chapter)
Ye Qingyang didn't stay idle when he got home, he comforted Xiao Rongyu who was frightened physically and psychologically, and the two of them didn't fall asleep until the moon in the west fell.
At around 10 o'clock the next morning, Ye Qingyang performed morning exercises vigorously again. Now that he is neither short of time nor short of women, he naturally wants to make up for the regrets of his previous life.
For Xiao Rongyu's safety, Ye Qingyang let her temporarily live in his secret villa, where there is no one inhabited within a hundred miles, all of them were bought by Ye Qingyang, and the security system was even more extreme.
He didn't want to repeat the plot of being copied from his hometown in Iron Man 3. A dignified arms dealer was beaten like a dog in his own home. This is simply an insult to Iron Man's name.
Ye Qingyang absolutely cannot allow this kind of thing to happen. For this reason, he specially borrowed Hans' remote control system, which is under the unified control of Jarvis, so as to truly achieve all-weather, all-round, and no-dead-angle security.
After breakfast, Ye Qingyang borrowed a beautiful woman from Cyclops. Today he has an important task to carry out. Although it is a bit dangerous, the more this happens, the more affection will be added.
Ye Qingyang picked up Hill first by car. Today, Hill didn't wear that tights. It may be because of work. Hill was wrapped in a thick down jacket, so she couldn't see her figure at all, but her small face It looked even smaller, and Ye Qingyang wondered if he could cover everything with a single slap.
However, the heads of beautiful women seem to be relatively small in general, and those who are ridiculed by everyone every day with big head effects like Bingbing can only be regarded as cute.
Hill sat down on the co-pilot, and there was a faint fragrance. Ye Qingyang looked at her chiseled profile, and felt a little ready to move.
But he only got a supercilious look from Hill, and Hill said
"You said there was a very important matter. I don't know what it is, but you still asked the chief to come forward, making it mysterious."
Ye Qingyang laughed, and said
"It's definitely something you can't imagine, but before we set off, we still need to pick up an old antique."
Hill rolled his eyes and said,
"Antique? You're not talking about—"
"Bingguo! But if you guess correctly, you can get a rewarding kiss from me."
Ye Qingyang admired Hill's quick thinking, this woman is so smart, the more she looks at her, the more she likes her.
"Do we have a tacit understanding?"
Seeing Ye Qingyang's shameless appearance, Hill raised his hands in surrender and said
"Mr. Shi Dake, can you be normal, there is no result for the two of us."
Ye Qingyang stepped down on the accelerator, and the Ferrari with 1000 horsepower roared and jumped out. Ye Qingyang saw Hill with a slightly pale face and said
"I'm only interested in the process. As for the result, just follow the fate."
He turned his head to see Hill's expression, but found that she had already closed her eyes and fell asleep. This big shit is really annoying. He couldn't speak to him at all, so he pretended to be dead after being healed.
Under the control of Ye Qingyang, the silver Ferrari supercar shuttled freely and quickly on the streets of New York. According to the map that Cyclops sent him, the two came to an old boxing gym.
Ye Qingyang and Hill walked into the boxing gym. The gatekeeper was an old man who looked very similar to Stan Lee. When he saw someone coming to the door, he rushed to sell some fitness and boxing courses. Ye Qingyang gave him a tip of 100 US dollars. dismissed.
The decoration style of the boxing gym is very old, and it may not be regarded as the decoration style. This is a boxing gym with a long history, but because of the small traffic and no money for decoration, many decorations look very dilapidated.
Because it was noon, there was no one in the boxing gym, and they probably all went out to eat.
Hill took a sneak peek at Ye Qingyang, and found that his expression was normal, without any special expression, so he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief.
Seeing her relieved look, Ye Qingyang couldn't help laughing, saying:
"What's the matter, are you still afraid that I will fight with him?"
Hill actually nodded seriously, which made Ye Qingyang a little depressed, why does he look like a violent maniac?
The two entered the boxing gym, and there was a burst of bang bang like a storm.
From a distance, I saw a burly man in white short-sleeves pounding a sandbag. The man turned his back to them. When he heard someone coming, he only moved his ears and didn't turn his head. His fist was wrapped with a bandage. With punches and punches, every punch hit on the sandbag can send the sandbag hanging on the load-bearing column flying high.
The outside of the sandbag is a layer of very rough and heavy tarpaulin, which is so tough that it is difficult to cut it even with a sharp edge.
Neither Ye Qingyang nor Hill stepped forward to bother the man who was attacking the sandbags. Under the tight white short sleeves were explosive muscles with clear texture. What caught the eye was his buttocks, which were plump and looked very attractive. strength.
Every time the man punches, it can drive the surrounding air to flow. Even standing seven or eight meters away, Ye Qingyang can feel the whistling wind of his fist, especially in a closed boxing gym, this feeling is particularly strong. As expected of the US team that has experienced World War II, it naturally carries a sense of blood and oppression of a soldier.
His straight punches and swing punches are not fancy at all, and his moves are powerful and heavy, straight to the middle palace. Seeing the US team training, Ye Qingyang couldn't help secretly comparing himself with the US team.
What makes him ashamed is that his fighting methods are far inferior in terms of momentum and flexibility. After all, he has not undergone systematic and periodic training. Ye Qingyang has to admit that if he is bare-handed, he is really Can't beat the muscle in front of me.
Perhaps feeling that someone was watching his training, Steve Rogers punched faster, and in just a few seconds, he threw dozens of punches, and the punches were so powerful that the steel cables on the sandbags were covered by him. The beating and whining continued.
"Blah blah blah-"
The sandbag shook violently a few times, then swelled and exploded suddenly. One of Steve Rogers' fists pierced the sandbag directly, and the sand flowed down the cracked place like running water.
Steve Rogers slowly pulled out his fist. Just now he seemed to have returned to 70 years ago. All he could think about in his mind were the soldiers rushing in, the plane crashing into the sea, and the beautiful figure of Carter.
He panted slightly, a drop of sweat dripped from his chin, ever since he was rescued by S.H.I.E.L.D.
(End of this chapter)
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