Rebirth: I am the American leader

Zhang Beijiang, a professional Internet troll, died from passionate trolling on the Internet.

You heard it right, being an Internet troll is also very dangerous, because someone who does not follow martial ethics will kill him offline.

But the thing is, he's awake now.

The white sheets made people feel a little dizzy, and a large number of pictures flashed before his eyes.

Trivial memories flooded into his mind, and soon his eyes widened, and his pupils tended to dilate.

He was reborn in a body named Steve Rogers.

Yes, you heard that right.

He was reborn as Captain America.

(In order to unify the title, from now on, unless it involves psychological description, he will be called Steve.)

And judging from the surrounding environment, he should have just woken up from the ice.

"So, now, I have reached the pinnacle of human physique?"

Steve muttered to himself as the door was pushed open from the outside.

A slim figure walked in wearing a nurse's skirt from the 1970s, although she didn't say anything.

But Steve still saw something wrong in her eyes.

It seems that this is an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.

"Captain, are you awake?"

"Yeah, I'm awake, but I wish I wasn't. What time is it now? Have the Nazis taken over America?"

Steve asked very seriously, causing the latter's smile to freeze.

I don't know how to reply at all.

"Captain, you really know how to joke."

"It's not occupied. That's really a pity."

The pretty nurse's expression changed completely. She looked at Steve with some horror, and for a moment she couldn't figure out what was going on with this guy.

"It seems that I did sleep for a long time. What year is it now?"

Steve suddenly stared at the other person and said very calmly.

"2001."

After the latter realized that he had made a mistake, the panic on his face completely turned into reality.

Why is this Steve Rogers completely different from the one in the data?

All the information was gathered in just a few words.

"You go out first, I'll do it."

The door was pushed open again, and a black man wearing a black leather trench coat and an eyepatch on one eye walked in.

To be honest, his smile wasn't very pretty. It could almost be described as tragic. Steve sat up straight and stared at him.

"Where's your boss?"

The smile on the black man's face stiffened.

"I don't have a boss, I am the boss, to be precise. I am the boss of SHIELD, and I am your boss."

"Ok?"

Steve lay back in silence, mumbling to himself.

"It's really exciting, it's really exciting, it's really exciting. I actually heard a message from Brother Ni saying that he is my boss? It's really exciting. Can I sleep for a while? Can I sleep for a while? It's really exciting."

Nick Fury.

The current director of S.H.I.E.L.D., the powerful person in charge of the department with extraordinary powers in the United States.

At this moment, I actually felt an anger I hadn't seen in a long time.

Damn it, who made the previous information?

Isn’t Steve Rogers supposed to be a good man full of truth, goodness and beauty? Does this guy have such a bad mouth?

"Hey, Captain Rogers, you shouldn't be like this."

Nick Fury felt that he should save something more.

"Shut up! You Ni bro!"

"Mazefak! Hi! Rogers! You have to figure out the situation! I am your boss now! Show me some respect!"

"I knew it. I'm sorry to the Führer. Think about what he did wrong. It would be better to let the Taibao occupy it."

Steve didn't mean it. It was just that his years as an internet troll had left him with a good professional ethic.

So much so that when he opens his mouth now, he is completely embarrassed.

And he also has his own plans, SHIELD is a huge trouble.

To put it bluntly, in Nick Fury's eyes, he is no different from an M24.

If it were true that Steve Rogers was here, he would probably choose to stay because of his excessive sense of morality.

But he's not Steve Rogers.

It was Steve, an internet troll who had gone through the layers of screening in the new era.

In other words, he time-traveled into Captain America. If he time-traveled into Superman, he would probably be pounding the table and asking who else was there that day.

So for him, no matter what, he should distance himself from SHIELD as soon as possible.

"Mazefak! I thought you were a hero of the American people!"

Nick Fury's few remaining qualities were completely exhausted. He stood up and pointed at Steve lying on the bed and cursed.

The latter jumped out of bed without saying a word and stared at the other party with a fierce look on his face.

"Hey, you'd better show me some respect. When I went to the battlefield, your grandpa was still eating watermelon in the field!"

"Fuck me!"

Nick Fury pulled out his gun, and Steve smiled happily when he saw it.

Don't forget, he is now at the pinnacle of human physical fitness.

Nick Fury didn't even have time to aim before Steve grabbed the gun in his hand and smashed it down on his head with a huge gun.

"I've given you face, haven't you? Damn it, how dare you point a gun at me?

I have made meritorious deeds for the Congress, I have shed blood for the Congress, and I have been frozen in ice for seventy years as a virgin for the Congress.

Do you understand! Seventy years! A whole seventy years!

How dare you point a gun at me? "

Steve slapped his hands one after another as he spoke, with no intention of stopping.

After four slaps, the eyelid of Nick Fury's eye, which was originally blind, was completely swollen.

Even his consciousness completely disappeared.

Steve tossed Nick Fury aside.

He put his pistol behind his waist and aimed a mouthful of phlegm at Nick Fury's bald head.

"Bah, nothing."

After doing all this, Steve pushed open the door and calmly glanced at the agents around him wearing black bulletproof vests.

His eyebrows were raised, and the only word left on his face was arrogance.

"Want to take action?"

It has to be said that Steve Rogers has a very high status in the hearts of the people.

These domineering agents lowered their heads when they met his eyes.

"That's right. Remember to tell that guy that SHIELD actually chose a guy like him as director? He should resign!"

At this moment, the eyes of several people around him were filled with surprise.

I've never heard that Captain Rogers is a white rightist.

Steve took advantage of their distraction and left in a swagger.

Before leaving, he did not forget to collect some US dollars from these agents. After all, in his previous life, domestic entertainment fans and idols had to spend money to meet.

It is said that if you spend more money, you can get a handshake.

Steve felt that he had performed a brilliant show of Captain Rogers punching the one-eyed man, and it was not excessive to charge them a little money.

The surrounding agents looked at each other after Steve walked away, completely unsure of what to do next.

This scene was really a big blow to them. Can you imagine that one day you will see the real Monkey King, but the other person is actually a middle-aged bald chimpanzee?