"Hey! What are you doing!"

"Little thing, this doesn't matter to you!"

"No, you are robbing, you are committing a crime!"

"Crime? When I stuff your head into your butt, you will know what real crime is!"

Next, there was a one-sided beating.

After a moment, the bearded man spat at the little man who was knocked to the ground by him, and then touched the man who had fallen into the alley before, took off the valuable watch on the other party's wrist and left proudly.

Steve Rogers got up from the ground and staggered towards the man who had been lying on the ground.

"Sir, sir?"

After gently pushing the other party down and still failing to respond, Steve turned the other party over with force and his eyes shrank.

A long and narrow wound spread from the man's abdomen to his chest.

The flesh and blood rolled around, and blood flowed, making people feel cold.

The injury should not be caused by the bearded man just now, because the other party did not have any weapons, otherwise he would have used weapons to scare him just now.

After reaching out to explore the man's nose, Steve decided to save the other party without hesitation.

...

The smell of disinfectant, someone is talking, in the hospital?

Some information flashed through his mind quickly, and Mark slowly opened his eyes.

The pain from the wound made him frown subconsciously, but his eyes were actually cold, a numb and emotional coldness.

Survived?

Is it because the task is completed and the teleportation is gone?

However, it was also because that guy showed mercy, otherwise, this knife would have dived his heart long ago.

No matter what, he finally survived and came to a new world.

New World...

What's the matter with this!

Wasn't he just read the novel on a pirated website? Is it necessary for a computer to explode?

But... this kind of life can be much more interesting.

Although his first world was a torn doom, which forced him to take emotionally suppressing drugs and was almost killed in the end, he learned gunfighting and gave himself the capital to survive.

As for the suppressed relationship, as long as he does not take the medicine, it will recover soon. Even because he has not taken the emotional suppression medicine for a day, he already feels that the long-lost relationship is slowly returning.

So that world is he in now?

This thought just happened in my mind, and the flowing air in front of Mark circled in front of him, forming lines after lines of words.

Name: Mark.

World: Captain America.

Identity: None.

Mission: 1. Destroy all the Valkyrie factories of Hydra and participate in destroying at least two-thirds.

2. Kill the Red Skull John Schmidt with his own hands.

Note: After completing one of two tasks, you can leave the current world.

The font that flows like air was blown away by a breeze after Mark read it.

Mark looked at the person who opened the door.

A short and thin man with a firm look in his eyes walked in.

Seeing Mark wake up, a look of surprise flashed in Steve's eyes and said, "You're awake!"

Mark nodded coldly, but was a little surprised. Did he save him?

Before his feelings recovered, he could not reveal any more emotions, such as gratitude.

"Thank you for saving me."

Steve smiled gently, walked towards the hospital bed, placed the water cup full of water on the table, and said, "How do you feel?"

"Not bad." Mark responded, "What should I call you?"

"Steve Rogers, just call me Steve." Steve pointed to the water cup and said, "Do you want to drink some water first?"

Mark nodded and reached out to grab the water cup.

"Hey!" Steve reached out and pressed Mark, saying, "Man, you are a wounded now, don't move."

As he said that, Steve picked up the wine glass and raised his hand to support Mark's head.

Mark frowned and sat up, saying, "It's okay, give it to me."

Steve looked at Mark in surprise and said, "You are so strong!"

Mark took two sips and put the water cup aside. Steve put a pillow on the back of Mark's head and shook Mark's hospital bed.

"It's trouble."

Steve sat in front of the hospital bed, grabbed his head with a sorry face, and said, "Sorry, I didn't stop that person from snatching your stuff."

Mark was stunned.

This was the first time he had met such a person.

"It's okay, you've saved my life, nothing else matters." Mark said, his eyes falling on Steve's face, looking at the obvious bruise, "And, you've tried your best to stop it, haven't you?"

Steve smiled bitterly and said, "But the result has not changed."

"No." Mark tried hard to pull out a stiff smile, reached out and pointed Steve's chest, and said, "You have been yourself, followed your heart, and let others see your persistence. I admire you very much."

Steve was stunned, and there were even tears in his eyes.

It’s not that he is fragile, but that he meets someone who understands him and respects him, perhaps the first person to say he admires him besides his best friend James Barnes.

"Thank you, thank you!"

Steve looked at Mark with emotion, feeling at a loss, and looked at Mark carefully again.

With neat short hair and tough but delicate facial features, even if the other person's appearance is obviously an oriental, he can still be called handsome. At least in his opinion, he is handsome than most people he has ever seen.

It was just a pair of cold black eyes that gave people a sense of distance, but he keenly discovered that the other party's black eyes, which seemed to be frozen, were slowly thawing.

With his eyes falling on Mark's wound, Steve couldn't help saying, "Your wound..."

Mark said calmly: "I was cut down."

Steve was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect Mark to be so straightforward, so he had to smile awkwardly and said, "Well, the doctor said you are lucky that the wound did not hurt the bones and main organs, but it was just too much blood."

"Yeah." Mark responded, looked at the hospital gown and said, "Where is my original clothes?"

Steve bent down and took out a bag from under the hospital bed and handed it to Mark.

Mark waved his hand and said, "You open the clothes and remove all the buttons from the clothes."

"Hmm?" Steve was a little confused, but he did.

Some are heavy, not like ordinary buttons.

"These buttons are made of gold, please sell them for me."

He doesn't want to bother others about medical expenses or something.

Steve couldn't help saying, "Aren't you afraid that I will run away?"

Mark looked at Steve and said, "Can you?"

The other party is the future Captain America, and his quality is absolutely strong.

Steve was silent and couldn't help saying, "You are such a strange person."

Mark tried hard to make a stiff smile and said, "You are not qualified to talk to others."

"Haha!" Steve laughed, stood up, and said, "You rest first, I'll go out and sell them for you."

"By the way, I don't know your name yet."
Chapter completed!