Rebirth: I am the American leader

"Daywalker? What is this?"

Of course Steve knew what a Daywalker was, but he didn't want anyone else to know that he did.

He didn't want to explain how he knew, so he decided to play dumb.

"I don't know. In fact, I might not be a real day walker. You know, vampires are just like zombies.

If bitten by them, they will slowly turn into monsters controlled by them, or even irreversibly become vampires.

But everything was rudimentary in our day, and we had to use large-caliber shotguns to deal with these bastards. "

"So you're hurt?"

Steve asked in time. He was a good listener and knew when to answer.

"Yes, there is a saying in our time. Vampire hunters will inevitably become vampires in the end. I have been waiting to become a vampire since I was recruited.

But it seems that I just had a few high fevers, had a few blood transfusions, and then ended up like this.

I age slowly, have no desire for blood, and ultraviolet rays cannot harm me. "

Old John explained carefully, and Steve shrugged.

"It doesn't matter, I won't kill you because you are a vampire anyway. To be honest, do vampires have to suck human blood?"

Steve waved his hand, indicating that the other party should continue.

"How do I know? I've never been a vampire. Damn it, your guess about me is really hurtful."

"Sorry, I just wanted to ask. I'm going to the kitchen to see what's for lunch today.

You know, my stomach can't eat raw food. I hope Lao Zhou can prepare beef stew for me. "

"I don't know why you like that. Oh my god! Beef stew? It sounds like a sacrifice to Satan."

Old John raised his middle finger at him.

"You know, I have always been the epitome of cleanliness. So my anus is not as loose as yours. I really envy you that you are never constipated. Can you hold a fart?"

Steve responded promptly.

To be honest, the experience in his previous life has made him never lose in a verbal battle until now.

"Damn! Why should I provoke you first?"

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In the kitchen, Lao Zhou was carefully teaching Wayne how to fry a good piece of beef into charcoal.

To be honest, Steve had rarely seen such vicious cooking skills.

"Zhou, you'd better tell me why you did this. For the first time in my life, I want to be an environmentalist. It would be a little too cruel if these animals died just for you to abuse their corpses. "

Steve said seriously, and the latter picked up the beer glass very elegantly and took a sip.

"In comparison, you, the bastard who likes to eat well-done steak, is the one who deserves to be killed."

"Come on, the dish I ordered today is braised veal knee in red wine. You're not going to tell me that this dish is actually stewed, right?"

"Didn't you inform me that an important nigger will come over today and ask me to prepare a non-special steak for him? Otherwise, why do you think I would call Wayne, a guy who can't cook at all?"

Steve gave Lao Zhou a thumbs up.

"Lao Zhou, I love you so much. You always make my eyes light up."

"Come on, it's not a compliment to impress a white man."

Yes, Steve invited Nick Fury over for dinner.

This should be the first invitation made by Sickle Farm to Nick Fury. Although the latter wanted to refuse, he still came.

Counting the time, this old guy should be here too.

"Wayne, good boy, how are you doing at school recently? I heard that Frank admires you very much. I haven't asked you about your life plans. I'm not talking about what career you want to pursue, I mean, what kind of person do you want to be. "

Steve took the pan from Wayne and skillfully poured a lethal amount of yellow mustard on it.

"I don't know, can I be someone like you, the principal?"

Wayne had a rare smile on his face when he said this.

"Oh, my boy, I love that look on your face. You know, you're the only one of you who can barely be considered handsome.

It's not a big problem to think of someone like me, but do you know what kind of person I am? "

Steve took out another bag of peppercorns from the cupboard. To be honest, people here don't eat this stuff very much, but he thinks it tastes good.

Of course, it is absolutely impossible for him to eat it by himself.

Now Nick Fury's steak is not just a piece of black coal, it also has a certain negative bonus.

"I think the principal is a strong person."

Steve smiled, "Kid, being strong doesn't mean anything. When I say what kind of person you want to be, I'm asking what kind of person you want to be.

Calm person? A rational person? Cheerful person? optimistic person? Or a sinister, despicable person. Power alone is not a style.

So now, kid, what kind of person do you want to be? "

Steve looked at the other party, waiting for the other party's answer, not caring that the steak on the stove had begun to smoke black.

"I want to be a person who is upright, calm, rational, warm-hearted and capable of revenge."

Wayne finally understood what Steve meant and quickly gave his answer.

"This is a good answer. Then work hard and come to me if you need anything. You are my student, and I always feel that you are carrying heavy shackles.

It's impossible to let go, but don't blame yourself. "

As soon as Steve finished speaking, his cell phone rang.

"Hello, Captain Rogers, we are here. But your children don't seem to be willing to let us in."

Colson's voice was a little helpless.

"Give the phone to the little white man with dreadlocks in the lead."

Soon Karl's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Sir, they are not registered."

"Sorry Carl, I forgot to tell you, they are today's guests. Remember what I said? Beating a dog behind closed doors, you know the first thing to do when beating a dog behind closed doors is What?"

"What sir?"

"You have to let the dog in first."

Steve was a little helpless. Carl had been trained very well by Frank during this period, and he felt that if he let it go anymore.

Soon San Diego High School will become the New York City Boy Scout Central School.

What is this thing called?

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Carl on the other end returned the phone to Coulson and motioned for him to pass quickly.

"Huh? Now Steve has started to use the Boy Scouts? Damn it, this is New York, and he is a five-star general in the United States. I really don't know how those bastards in Congress can agree."

……Dividing line……

I also wrote 10,000 words today. I was exhausted, so I thought about it carefully. I have to write down the twelfth update, how about I make it up tomorrow? ? ?

As you know, I am alcohol dependent, and I will literally die if I don’t drink a little.

Will you agree that I will write 10,000 words today?

Will you? Will you?

(Five-star praise, no need for me to add more gifts!)