A certain American comic book's secondary profession master

Chapter 166 The dance you owe me, it's time to pay it back!
"Howard! Is that you?" Steve Rogers' shout stunned the doctor in the white coat.

No, do I really look that much like the old man? The doctor in the white coat began to doubt himself.

“No, that’s not right. You’re not Howard. Although you look a lot like him, you don’t have his calm and collected aura.” Steve Rogers, who had been observing the lab coat, quickly added.

It was this one sentence that immediately turned the white-coated doctor, who was originally preparing to appear serious, into a completely different person.

What do you mean I don't have the calm and collected aura of an old man? You better explain to me what it means that I don't have the calm and collected aura!

"Number One, Number Two, grab him!" The man in the white coat shouted, his eyes blazing.

Following the white coat's command, two steel robots emerged from behind him and surrounded Steve Rogers.

Steve Rogers, who had never seen a robot before, frowned, but didn't seem too flustered, simply assuming that the other party was a human wearing armor.

In the past, Steve Rogers might have just gone straight for A.

However, having learned his lesson from the female officer, Steve Rogers was now more cautious. Instead of rushing in, he observed his surroundings to see if there was anything he could use as a weapon.

Soon, his gaze fell on a disc-shaped object.

Although it doesn't have a handle, it should still be usable.

"Wait, put that down, that thing will explode!" The doctor in the white coat was immediately alarmed by Steve Rogers's action.

"Huh? Oh..." Steve obediently put the things down, and then picked up another hammer-shaped device.

"That won't work either, that thing will explode!"

"This won't work either..."

"Nothing works, what am I supposed to do?" After a few times, Steve got annoyed.

“I won’t use any weapons, let’s fight!” The doctor in the white coat rolled up his sleeves.

"You?" Steve looked at the other person suspiciously.

"...Hehe, don't underestimate me, or you might get thrown out the door later." The doctor in the white coat wasn't angry at all, but instead mocked him.

This immediately reminded Steve Rogers of the incident where the female officer had just thrown him out of the "ward".

Although Steve himself doesn't really care about unnecessary wins and losses, it's impossible for him not to get angry when he's mocked to his face like this.

He immediately rushed towards the person in the white coat without hesitation.

A dozen minutes later, Steve Rogers, rubbing his aching limbs, left the laboratory and went to the next room.

Upon entering the room, Steve's expression immediately turned serious.

Because the room contained all sorts of weapons.

Pistols, rifles, machine guns, daggers, longswords, and spears are all available.

In the room stood a robust middle-aged man of similar build.

Steve Rogers became alert the moment he saw the other person.

Because the other party gave him an unprecedented sense of crisis.

This feeling was something Steve Rogers had only ever experienced with one other person.

That person is Red Skull.

“Who… are you?” Steve Rogers asked.

“Frank Castle, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Captain Rogers.” The other man introduced himself directly and nodded to Steve Rogers.

"So, if I'm going to pass through here, I'll have to fight you?" Steve Rogers asked, frowning.

"Yes and no!" Frank nodded, then shook his head. "If we fight directly, we might not be able to stop ourselves. So, to get past me, we don't need to fight me directly, but rather engage in a tactical contest..."

As he spoke, Frank pulled out a remote control and pressed a button.

Then one wall of the room opened, revealing a simulated tactical area. "Tactical simulation training. There are one hundred virtual enemies in this area. You can freely choose the weapons that suit you. Whoever completes the task faster wins," Frank said.

“A very simple and straightforward approach, okay, I accept!” Steve Rogers glanced at the site, a familiar U.S. Army simulation range, and nodded decisively. “Let’s begin now.”

“Although it’s somewhat similar to the old-fashioned army’s training grounds, there are actually many differences. And these weapons are also different from what you’ve used before. I’m not going to take advantage of you. You have half an hour to familiarize yourself with the grounds and weapons.” However, Frank shook his head and refused Steve Rogers’s offer to start right away.

“Alright!” Upon hearing Frank’s suggestion, Steve Rogers did not refuse.

As a soldier, the worst thing you can do is fight a battle you're not sure you can win. Steve Rogers originally thought the other side was just trying to take advantage of his unfamiliarity with the terrain.

In retrospect, it seems he was being petty.

Since the other party brought it up, he naturally wouldn't be foolish enough to refuse.

For an average person, half an hour is probably not enough time to become familiar with the location or adapt to the weapons.

But for Steve Rogers, a battle-hardened super soldier, it's not a big problem.

He then went to choose a weapon.

Ten minutes later, Steve Rogers picked one out—an AK47.

"This gun is really good. Is it made in the USA?" Steve Rogers asked, instinctively pulling down the bolt with his backhand.

“The Russian bear…” Frank raised an eyebrow and replied.

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After a brief silence, Captain America acted as if he hadn't heard anything and walked into the training field with his gun.

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"I lost!" Half an hour later, Steve Rogers looked at the scoreboard and saw that he was several seconds behind his opponent. He shook his head with a wry smile.

“No, I lost!” Frank shook his head, walked to the corner, and waved to Steve Rogers.

"Thank you!" Steve Rogers was taken aback by the other person's words, but he quickly recovered and thanked Frank.

Then he quickly ran to the other end of the room and opened the door.

This time, what appeared before him was no longer some strange or unusual place.

Instead, it's a rather cozy... dressing room?

Captain America was very familiar with this setup, because the backstage dressing room of the US military club back then was similar to what was in front of him.

Meanwhile, in the dressing room, there were three young girls who immediately surrounded Steve Rogers when they saw him coming.

"Captain, you're finally here! Come on over here!" Three young girls pulled Steve Rogers and led him toward the locker room.

Steve wanted to refuse, but he was afraid of hurting the children, so he could only passively let them push him into the changing room.

But when he entered the changing room and saw a captain's uniform hanging inside, he was stunned.

After a moment's hesitation, Captain America put on the clothes.

As soon as he stepped outside, the three girls surrounded him again and began to groom him.

This time, Steve Rogers seemed to have a premonition, so he didn't refuse.

A dozen minutes later, Steve Rogers, now tidied up, was ushered into the next room by the three girls.

This is a dance hall.
In the center of the ballroom stood a familiar figure in a long red dress, a figure that had haunted Steve Rogers' dreams countless times.

"Do you know? You've owed me this dance for sixty years. It's time to pay it back!" The figure in the red dress turned around, revealing Peggy Carter's bright and beautiful face.

(End of this chapter)