Rebirth: I am the American leader

"What point?"

Ancient One asked almost subconsciously, and a smile appeared on Steve's face.

The Tieba yellow card and Steve's own speaking ability allowed him to even convince an existence like Ancient Yi without knowing it.

"A pole, a pole that can break everything."

Gu Yi was stunned. She looked at Steve for a long time before speaking.

"Maybe that being was right to ask you to come here, so do you want to go to Asgard? Odin is very interested in your existence, I think..."

"Sorry, before the Asgardians compensate my lawn and pay off the support of his children. I don't deal with the Asgardians very well, you'd better remind them to hurry up. Otherwise I will Thor and Loki were sold to gay bars as sisters."

Steve did not turn around to see Gu Yi's expression, otherwise he would have found that Gu Yi's expression was very wonderful.

To be honest, she had never dealt with such a person.

It stands to reason that the path of the strong is tortuous. Everyone who can reach the end has made efforts beyond ordinary people's understanding and endured pain beyond ordinary people's understanding before reaching the last step.

Such strong people basically have extremely good moral qualities and physical and mental cultivation, even if a few hate society and want to destroy the world.

But this does not mean that they are of low quality.

Even a guy like Purple Sweet Potato Spirit will only think about how to physically destroy the opponent when he meets his enemy.

Instead of trying every possible means to insult the other person's personality.

What the hell is this called?

Selling the Asgardian heir to a gay bar, apart from other things, what if these two guys discover their true self in a gay bar?

"I'll coordinate. Don't be impulsive before that. Steve, I always thought your character wouldn't be so bad."

"My character is actually not that bad, but sometimes I don't fear the world very much."

Steve whispered, turning to look at the other man.

"Friend, are you planning to have lunch here?"

Ancient One shook his head, "In order for the two heirs of Asgard to have less dark history in the future, I think I'd better go to Asgard now."

Steve nodded, took the cut steak and left the kitchen.

"Huh? Steve, are you going to eat barbecue again today? I feel like I'm a fork now. Do you know the only difference between me and a fork?"

Lao Zhou remained slightly tipsy and moved closer to Steve, watching him holding a large pile of steaks and complaining in time.

"Huh? You have a mouth?"

Steve responded to his complaint with a smile.

"No, it's because I want to poop but I can't poop, and Fork doesn't need to poop. God, you should know that we yellow people are born to need some fiber. We are different from you stupid white people who don't poop."

"Okay, Lao Zhou, don't waste your efforts. I won't fire you, even if the sickle farm is full of cotton and watermelons in the future. You still have to help me be a whip."

Steve reached out and touched the other person's head. The latter's height was too petite in front of Steve.

"Damn it! Steve! You saw it! I'm an alcoholic! I can't even work! Do you have to hold on to me?"

Why can't you change someone else? You don't have any special fetishes for my type, do you? "

Steve ignored Lao Zhou's hysteria.

In the kitchen, Old John was carefully teaching these guys how to create a qualified dust explosion.

Steve looked at the flour floating in the air all over the kitchen, and couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

"Ha, it seems that if you light a fire now, I will have to ask Asgard for a brand new kitchen. Damn it, are you planning to blow up this place?"

He quickly opened the doors and windows, and then drove everyone out.

"John, did I tell you, you look much whiter now. What, you also want to be Michael Jackson?"

"Fuck your old ass, damn it. You know, us black men aren't as talented at making bread as you white potatoes are."

"Ah? When did I ask you to make bread? Did I tell you?"

Steve looked at Old John with some confusion.

"Didn't you say you were going to make apple pie?"

“What does apple pie have to do with bread?”

“Isn’t apple pie made by wrapping a whole apple in bread?”

"Jesus, have you been eating fried chicken your whole life? An American, a black American doesn't know how to make apple pie.

Oh, you are even more imbecile than these Asgardian mules.

I still think you are a trustworthy partner, so get out of here, you are a bunch of freeloaders. "

Steve swarmed these guys out.

"Damn it, I have one last request for you. If you screw up my cold beer again, I will literally pour you one by one into a concrete block and sink it into the sea."

Listening to Steve's final threat, Old John took off his cowboy hat, revealing his full head of dreadlocks.

"Did you hear that? This is our last chance."

"What's that cold beer?"

Hogan's question made Old John look solemn.

Old Zhou staggered out of the room with narrowed eyes. Old John seemed to have seen a savior.

"Hi! My friend! It's so hot today, why can't you take these mules out back and get some cold beer?

Remember to grab some and chill some, you know, there's a party later. "

A trace of suspicion flashed across Lao Zhou's eyes, and he glanced at these guys warily.

"The guy who looks smarter, come with me."

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S.H.I.E.L.D., Command Center.

According to the latest intelligence and satellite footage, Steve Rogers single-handedly dismantled a war weapon with his bare hands.

Yes, weapons of war.

Based on Nick Fury's summary.

The Destroyer is a weapon of war through and through.

"Have you contacted Sickle Farm?"

Nick asked Coulson expressionlessly.

The latter's face looked a little difficult.

"They said, well, in order to avoid racial discrimination, black people are no longer needed to pick cotton. But if you must go, they don't have to pay you."

"Mazefak! Who asked you to ask this! I mean can I go to Sickle Farm!"

"Yes, that's what I asked. The answer Steve gave me was that they refused to visit, but if they came to work as workers, it would be fine.

He asked me to ask you, if you don’t give us dollars, is there any problem with giving me a few watermelons and a meal of fried chicken? "

Nick Fury was silent. He felt that he met an armor-piercing Galen on the way up.

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Two chapters to go and I'm dying.