Get out of the way, Tiga is getting bigger [Comprehensive British and American]

When Steve arrived, he first walked around the house cautiously.

The decoration here is just an ordinary residence no matter how you look at it, except that the location of the house is a bit off, there seems to be nothing wrong.

He turned around and made sure that only the basement was left unchecked, and then strode to the entrance—the stairs leading to the basement extended downwards, submerged in darkness, and there were faint words coming from Pass it out below.

Steve lifted his spirits and raised his vigilance.He looked around, took down the decorative vases in the room, weighed them, and hurried down with them in his hands.

He came out in a hurry today, and he was dressed in casual clothes, without his shield at all.I can only find something for emergency first.

Speaking of sneaking, Steve has a lot of experience in this area, and he didn't take it lightly just because the opponent is just an ordinary person.After hiding the footsteps almost inaudibly, he went down the stairs smoothly and came to the iron door in the basement.

Steve didn't act rashly, but carefully planned to listen to the movement first.The iron door in front of him was not closed tightly, and although the gap left was very narrow, it was barely enough to observe the situation.

He held his breath and moved closer, just in time to hear a man with a sullen expression say intoxicatedly:

"...wonderful."

The man stood facing the iron gate from a distance, holding a long knife, no doubt it was the one who pulled out his tongue.There was a familiar figure tied to the pillar in front of him. The thin young man had his arms tied tightly and hung high. His face was a little pale, and he wanted to shrink back but couldn't move. He looked a little helpless.

Steve gasped for breath.

Donut!

Ann is indeed here!

He felt relieved inexplicably, although he was tied up, at least he saw that An was safe and sound.

"So... to blame, I can only blame you for being so similar to him." The man in the basement would not stop talking because of Steve's thoughts, he laughed so softly, his voice was full of malice.The long knife in his hand was pressed against An Chunzhi's chest, the tip of the knife stood up, adjusted the angle, and stabbed hard.

With a buzz in Steve's mind, he pushed the door open almost without thinking, and strode over.

He is still some distance away from the tongue-drawer. Although he can definitely run there in a few seconds, it is hard to say whether Ann will be injured or not——Steve made this judgment in a flash, and the vase in his hand immediately became angry. Smashed it.

The vase made a whizzing sound in the air, and hit the side face and most of the back of the head of the tongue-drawer, making him scream, and fell face down obliquely, with a long Naturally, the knife could not be held firmly and fell to the ground.

Steve didn't even give the tongue-drawer a look, and rushed to An Chunzhi anxiously, and immediately began to check whether he was injured.

"Is there something wrong? Did you hurt somewhere?" He asked in a deep voice.

An is just an ordinary person, already very thin and weak, with little ability to resist.Now that he was bound by iron chains looked even more miserable, because those iron chains were stretched very tightly, and Le Dean looked like he couldn't breathe.

Steve noticed that the chest of An Chunzhi's thin coat was cut by a knife, and there was also a long knife cut from the side of the waist to the back, and he couldn't see what was going on inside.But the clothes are all torn, can there be no injuries inside!

If these two places are severely injured, it is no joke!

In a hurry, he tore off those iron chains, carefully hugged An Chunzhi and put him on the ground, and was about to lift off his clothes.

An Chunzhi quickly shook his head and said, "Steve, I'm not hurt."

Steve frowned in disapproval, and his blue eyes were extremely worried. He was about to say something when a scream came from beside him: "Be careful!"

Steve's face was gloomy, his left hand was still holding An Chunzhi carefully, his right hand clenched his fist and bent his elbow, and he struck back neatly. Before even turning his head, he heard the tongue-drawer scream again, and fell back again. on the ground.

"..."

An Chunzhi couldn't help looking over Steve's shoulder with pity.

——The tongue-drawer, whose face was covered in blood, struggled to get up just now, his eyes were full of hostility, holding his breath and trying to attack behind his back, but now he completely fell to the ground and remained motionless.

Is it worse than fighting with Captain America with bare hands, is the tongue-pull trying to experiment how to die?

When the captain showed his power on the battlefield, his father hadn't even been born yet!

"Steve, I'm really fine. I'm wearing a lot of clothes today." Seeing that the captain hadn't given up on the thought of taking a look at his clothes, An Chunzhi quickly said again in fright.

He was a little moved.

——Although Captain America saved him incidentally in order to complete the mission.But the captain seemed worried about him.Even if he is just an informant for the captain's new development, he has only met a few times with this identity.

But An Chunzhi wanted to sigh despite being grateful.

In the end, he was saved by a superhero.Then why did he pretend for so long, and he even learned to pinch the iron chain!

"Really?" Steve was still not at ease, but he could only restrain himself.

It's too presumptuous to lift other people's clothes.

"Thank you, you came so timely, I almost died." An Chunzhi thanked him recalling the TV series he had watched before.

To others, this is the truth.

But he can't laugh right now. Ordinary people's psychological quality is not so good, right?

An Chunzhi secretly recalled Kurt's whole performance, lowered his head and trembled slightly.

Well, he can't make him cry like Kurt, so let's make a compromise.

"This is what I should do." Steve became embarrassed all of a sudden, and he didn't know how to comfort others, "Uh... um... Ann, do you want something hot? I just saw There is a kettle in the living room."

"No need." An Chunzhi politely refused.

Although he drank a glass of water tremblingly, showing an overly frightened look to create an image of an ordinary person, but...Captain, it's not good to use his hot water bottle with the murderer, right?

Steve looked at An Chun's strange expression and probably guessed what he thought. He was even more embarrassed. He didn't know how to explain it, so he simply took off his coat and put it on An Chun's shoulders.

"Wow, thank you." A warm feeling enveloped An Chunzhi directly, he sighed comfortably, and thanked him again.

The basement was indeed very cold and damp. The thin coat he was wearing had become tattered and was no longer able to keep out the cold. He also didn't have the ability to drive Tiga at the moment. Captain America's coat was just in time for the rain!

She's so caring, she really deserves to be called the big-breasted sweetheart in her previous life!

"That..." Kurt Miller suddenly said cautiously beside him, "Can you put me down too?"

Steve was taken aback for a moment, and then he noticed that there was still a young man hanging behind him. He immediately apologized and walked over to help Kurt tear off the chain.

"Police! Put down all weapons! Hands up!" There was a sudden sound of messy footsteps, and the next second the troubled iron door was kicked open again, and three or four police officers rushed in almost at the same time—two One rolled on the spot, two squatted and took out their guns, and the one who was standing was the first to hold a gun, and took out his ID card with his left hand to signal.

"Huh?" After seeing the situation clearly, the police officers were startled.

A man fell to the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead, and a knife was thrown on the ground next to him.A thin young man in a coat was sitting on the ground with a frightened expression.On the other side, a man with an extremely familiar face was tearing open the chain with his bare hands to free the bound victim.

This scene was different from what they expected.

"Me...Captain America?" The oldest policeman was the first to recognize it, and his tone suddenly became agitated.The few people holding the guns also lowered their muzzles involuntarily, all looking a little flattered.

At this moment, Police Officer George, the people from the Behavior Analysis Team and Sherlock were able to squeeze in and see the situation clearly.

"Boss Ann?!" Morgan was a little surprised.

"Huh?" Rhett uttered an unknown syllable.

"Ann, I remember I went to remind you this morning?" Officer George was a little bit dumbfounded, "Why do you always run into accidents?"

Sherlock's expression became even weirder: "Boss Ann, what are you doing here, are you acting in a play?"

——If others don't know An Chunzhi's strength, will he not know?I thought it was just to solve the case, but why is there Boss An at the scene of the crime?

Outsiders are all here, An Chunzhi can't say anything, so he can only lower his head a little bit more, clutching Steve's coat with both hands, with a look of "I'm afraid I don't want to talk to you".

Steve glanced over immediately with condemning eyes, and said disapprovingly, "Mr. Watson, Ann has just been saved, you shouldn't say that about him."

"And I remember you are Boss Ann's employee?" Morgan added indignantly, "He usually treats you so well."

The eyes of the others looked at Sherlock suddenly something was wrong.

Indeed, is this a normal reaction to seeing an acquaintance nearly killed?

"..."

Sherlock knew what they were thinking just by looking at their expressions, and Captain America's eyes were even colder, making his back shiver.However, An Chunzhi's identity cannot be revealed yet.

As soon as Sherlock turned his head to look at the tongue-drawer, his expression became exaggeratedly angry, grabbed him from the ground, and threw his backhand as if he couldn't get angry: "It's too much! How dare you treat Boss An like this, We were almost late!"

"Hey." An Chunzhi's expression almost tensed.

The expression is too exaggerated!And it's too late to call now!

Seeing Sherlock pick up the limp tongue-drawer again, wanting to fall again with an aggrieved face, the police officers hurriedly stopped him: "Wait! No—you can't hit people!"

They managed to persuade Sherlock, and quickly escorted the tongue-drawer away.

The originally tense atmosphere relaxed. The police officers took blankets and served drinks. Within 2 minutes, An Chunzhi and Kurt Miller were sitting in the police car, each wearing a thick blanket. , holding a cup of hot drink in his hand, and there is a gentle and amiable young lady beside him to comfort him.

— the exact same TV treatment of comforted victims.

Another first time today.

An Chunzhi sighed in his heart.