I am a quality captain in American comics

"Yeah, those little brats look like crusaders preparing for the Eastern Crusade."

Old John held his hat and nodded to Principal Henry.

The guy who looked sad finally smiled.

In fact, people are not afraid of suffering, but they really can't see even a little bit of light. The road ahead is too long.

In the process, you become the light.

But you'll also question the meaning of your existence as light itself.

Changing ideas with ideas is undoubtedly a long, complicated and extremely tortuous process. You cannot imagine at what moment your meager humanity will completely collapse.

It is a kind of despair in which one repays evil with good but cannot see hope throughout his life.

Principal Henry spent almost his whole life doing this.

In other words, he is almost the most noble person Zhang Beijiang has ever seen.

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S.H.I.E.L.D., New York headquarters.

Nick Fury feels like he may never have understood this damn world.

He originally thought that after he awakened Captain America, they would stay because of their patriotic stance no matter what.

But now it seems that not only was he wrong, but he was terribly wrong.

This old man from the last century is not only not very patriotic, he is even pretty fucking bad.

"Boss, news from Stark Industries shows that Tony Stark has been kidnapped by terrorists."

Coulson looked at Nick Fury with a report.

The latter frowned.

“Damn it, didn’t we mention that it was a fucking risky area?

Why doesn’t this stupid, brainless white guy just listen? what should we do? What can we do? Send the damn ops team out?

Damn, that's a desert over there, where should we go to find that second-generation ancestor? "

Nick Fury was swearing, obviously full of complaints about Tony Stark.

But there are always countless wonderful and malicious ideas in his dark head.

"Send a message to Captain Rogers and ask him if he is willing to accept the commission. I remember he opened a security company."

"Oh my god, are we going to give Captain Rogers a commission? What if he refuses?"

Nick Fury looked at Coulson as if he was mentally retarded. He suddenly wanted to open this guy's head and see if there was a Captain America poster hanging inside.

"Hi, Colson. While I can understand your idolizing a patriot, you have to see it clearly.

This captain is completely different from what we know in the information. He is not on our side. "

"But he will not stand against the country, nor will he stand against humanity."

Agent Coulson insisted on his opinion, and Nick Fury stared at the black-haired guy with wide eyes.

After a long time, he waved his hand and said, "Okay, you are right. Go and implement this matter, and then see if the captain needs help."

Nick Fury is tired.

He had no idea that seventy years later, the four words Captain America, or the name Steve Rogers, would come to pass.

The prestige among American people is still so amazing.

"This is really troublesome. He is qualified to become a god."

Nick Fury's curse words are not unfounded, because they are in a practical sense.

Captain America might actually have many believers in this terrible place like America.

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Zhang Beijiang and Old John stood in front of a strange bar. Standing at the door were two strong white men who looked like polar bears.

The latter's face looked a little happy, but Zhang Beijiang was not so happy.

"We're here to recruit people, right? But this bar looks like the kind of place only gay people come to.

Who can we find here? The Shemale King in One Piece? "

Zhang Beijiang looked at the other person in confusion. It took the latter a while to realize what this guy was talking about.

"Hey, I thought you weren't the kind of person who reads Japanese comics. But there really is no transvestite king here, just a bunch of lawless warmongers."

"Come on, I still know what those mercenaries are like. Will those guys appear in a place where there are no women? If so, I feel that it is not far away that one of them will be cuckolded."

Zhang Beijiang cursed and walked up to the two strong men. The two guys stared at the white boy who seemed to have a bad temper, without any intention of giving in.

Zhang Beijiang raised his head and glanced at the two of them. Without saying a word, he punched the strong man on his right in the stomach.

He moved so fast that before the polar bear on the other side could react, he saw his companion fall to the ground.

"Damn it, you stupid white people, why can't you talk to people properly? I just want to enter a bar, why are you stopping me?

Would I not pay? "

Zhang Beijiang stepped on the unfortunate guy's chest and stared at the other unfortunate guy with anger written on his face.

"What are you looking at? Damn it, one way you let me in, the other way I let you into the hospital!"

Old John walked over with his hand pressed on the brim of his hat, and looked up at the other big guy.

"Come on, Klin, you can't afford to mess with him. This guy is now my landlord. Trust me, let him in."

Klin glanced at Old John with some dissatisfaction.

"Hey, you can come forward directly. Why do you have to wait until he hurts Clay before you come out?"

"Oh, forgive me for being an old guy in his eighties and not very agile. It's reasonable to walk a little slower."

"Okay, guys, here are the medical expenses. Get out of the way quickly, I'm still waiting to go back to school to catch the unlucky guy who fell in love early."

Zhang Beijiang took out a banknote from his wallet, turned around and glared at Old John fiercely.

"Okay, come on in."

The moment the door opened, Zhang Beijiang felt his scalp explode.

The noise exploded.

Strictly speaking, this is not a noise, but deafening music.

He didn't know what kind of life would be so depraved during the day, but he imagined that there must be such a life.

"Damn, there's so much movement here."

Zhang Beijiang stared at Old John and shouted loudly.

The expression on the latter's face was very calm, as if he had just returned home.

"Hi, Daweike, we haven't seen each other for a while, right?"

Old John waved to a big black man standing at the bar.

The latter grinned and waved to him.

"How dare you come back? Old man, I almost thought you would die in the winter on the street."

"Don't say that, I sold one of my properties."

"It sounds like you have many properties, if I remember correctly. Isn't that property of yours haunted? Can this be sold too?"