"I'm leaving!" After a brief shock in the place, Li Xian was called back to his senses by the sound of a car horn in front of him.

After leaving a sentence hurriedly, he ran across the road to the sidewalk opposite him.

The homeless man on the ground raised the bottle of wine in his hand to Li Xian's back and shouted: "Raise your glass for the damn world, I wish you a happy life in America!"

The homeless man's words were not responded because Li Xian had already walked to the sidewalk opposite amid the driver's greetings.

...

After a while, Li Xian walked on the strange street wearing his ragged clothes, constantly looking around, looking like those homeless people.

There are many such people on the streets. Under the horror of World War II, everyone lives in fear, and many people who have been affected by the war have wandered around the city.

The pedestrians just glanced at Li Xian for a moment and quickly withdrew their gaze and went their own way.

What Li Xian couldn't stand was that his upper body was now exposed. While his strange ability saved him, he also made him "faithful".

Li Xian got a lot of information from the memory of William Evans, the original owner of this body.

He is currently in World War II, and dictatorship is gradually eroding the world, and the whole world is trapped in the whirlpool of war and it is difficult to get out of it.

Even the United States, which was not ready to join the war at the beginning, joined the war under the impetus of the situation, and the entire United States was spinning on the wheels.

William Evans, an 18-year-old young man, died of his young father in the war, and his mother also fell seriously ill and eventually died.

After exhausting all the inheritance, the original owner William Evans planned to jump into the river on the bridge in Brooklyn after drinking.

Unfortunately, he fell asleep on the edge of the bridge, until Li Xian crossed, took over the body, fell into the river, and met a homeless man.

This is how the whole thing happened. Now Li Xian is homeless and is in the battlefield of World War II. Even though the rear of America is very safe, he still loses everything in the peaceful world.

"No more...mobile phones, anime, game consoles, decks...all are gone!" William (who later called it) had no eyes and said the beautiful things he had lost one by one.

The light in his life seemed to fall asleep and recognize the facts and became dark. His soul burned, leaving behind a soulless shell walking on the gradually remote street. When pedestrians saw him, they covered their mouths and noses and avoided them in disgust.

Even though William was in pain and confused, he had no idea what he should do now, and even ignored all the strange abilities he had appeared.

He felt like a poor person abandoned by the world, being kicked off by the previous world, and thrown away at this battlefield in World War II.

"Poor guy, let me teach you how to be a human being!"

William, who was walking in a daze, suddenly heard a rampant laughter from the alley on the right, accompanied by the sound of his fist hitting the sandbag, but it was probably human, but there was no scream.

"What!!!" William raised his head in an instant, and his eyes were red to look at the man who was committing violence in the alley: "You want to teach me how to be a human being?"

William's voice was loud, which shocked the pedestrians around him.

The two people who were performing street fighting in the alley naturally heard it, and looked outside in surprise. When they saw William wearing rags, they were all stunned.

William glanced at him and saw a rough man pressing a thin man under him and blasting the hammer. Seeing this, William walked into the alley with a breath of eagerness to try.

The pedestrians who were shocked before became a little interested and stopped to watch. The few people watching attracted the majority.

When the man saw a wet man walking towards him, he immediately let go of his hand holding the thin man's collar. He clenched his fists and looked at William without giving in, "Get out! There is nothing you have to do here!"

William ignored him, his pace was a little faster, but he never left the category of "going".

Seeing that William had no intention of leaving, the man looked at William's exposed body with a naked body, endured the feeling of tension, and waved his right fist hard towards William's cheek.

"Be careful!" When the thin man who was beaten to the point of injury saw this, he did not forget to remind William that it would be useless.

William saw his fist hitting towards his company with a short while, raised his left hand and grabbed the other person's wrist and pulled it in his direction.

A powerful and powerful head hammer hit the other party's nose, instantly smashing the man's nose bridge, causing the man to collapse and blood flowing.

There were many exclamations outside the alley. The crowd outside the alley had gathered some people under the group effect. After their exclamations, more people joined the onlookers.

"Ahhhh!" The man who had his nose knocked down suddenly staggered back, and finally fell to the ground and wailed due to dizziness and severe pain.

But William did not give the other party a chance to breathe, walked up, bent down and punched the other party, making the man wail.

William, who had no experience in fighting, fought extremely roughly, and also created a strong visual enjoyment.

The pedestrians outside the alley were both exclaiming and admiring, and some even cheering.

The thin man who had just gotten up was a little confused when he saw William's crazy appearance, but his body took action quickly.

He rushed forward, hugged William's waist, pulled back, interrupting William's behavior of violence.

"Enough is enough! My friend, if he continues to fight, he will die!"

As if he had listened to the thin man's words, William cooperated to retreat and did not punch the man on the ground again.

Beep~! Beep~!

The group of people watching outside the alley finally caught the attention of the patrol police. A few whistles sounded and began to disperse the crowd.

A patrolman saw a scene in the alley and walked in with a baton.

"You! What are you doing!" The young policeman who was not fat yet walked into the alley, swept his eyes over the bruised Steve and the man who was lying on the ground and wailing, and finally locked his eyes on William.

After all, William looked the least injured on the scene, but he was wet.

"It's okay! Officer, we're just... kidding." Before William could speak, the thin man stood up and spoke first.

As soon as he finished speaking, the man lying on the ground wailed a little higher, but he was punched in the mouth. It was a bit difficult to speak now, and no one could understand what he was saying now.

So he could only look at the patrolman with a pleading gaze and shed tears of humiliation.

"Are you sure?" The patrolman withdrew his gaze and looked at the thin man with an idiot's eyes.

Steve Rogers looked back at the man who was wailing on the ground, sighed helplessly, and admitted: "Okay, I beat the man, it has nothing to do with this gentleman!"

The patrolman looked at the thin and small Steve back and forth, and looked at him with an idiot's eyes again: "Do you think I'm an idiot?"

"Enough!" At this time, William spoke, interrupting Steve who wanted to say something.

He looked at the patrolman who was shorter than him and said arrogantly: "One person does things and one person is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is happy to fight this person just now. He comes to me any punishment! It has nothing to do with him."

William, who was already in a state of dismay, had a primitive and intense exercise to vent his whole mind.

Since you have come to this world and may not be able to go back, you might as well just experience a life of corrupt capitalism.

And William finally remembered that he still had superpowers. Even if the knowledge in his mind was not used, he could still rely on recklessness to achieve his goal of becoming a capital.

So what are he afraid of now? He is afraid of damn it now!

Come on me! OK? Come on him if you have any trash!

Isn't it just World War II! I'm gonna make up!

Steve Rogers smiled a little embarrassedly, looked at William twice more, and felt a little bit of admiration for him. After all, there are really few people who are so arrogant.

He turned to the idea that William taught the man a lesson because he helped him and planned to take all the responsibilities alone, how could he bear too much?

"No! I did it!" As soon as he thought of this, Steve Rogers stepped forward two steps, looking firmly at the patrolman who was one head taller than him.

The atmosphere fell into stagnation at this time. William did not expect Steve to take responsibility. Although it was a component to save the other party, such quality was still rare.

The patrolman looked back and forth at the two of them and asked, "Take out the ID."

Steve took out a small notebook from his pocket, which was his proof of identity.

After reading it, the patrolman gave Steve the information and photos on it, and there was no error.

Then he looked at William again and raised his eyebrows.

William took out his pocket, took out a wet notebook, pinched it, squeezed out some moisture before handing it to the other party.

Patrolman: Can I curse?

The patrolman took the certificate and looked at it. The material of the notebook was still very powerful. Although the handwriting was a little blurred, the information and photos on it were suitable, so there was no problem.
Chapter completed!