Rebirth: I am the American leader

Fortunately, the damn atmosphere in this apartment made people forget all this quickly.

Steve walked carefully with the gun in hand, but what surprised him was that Old John's movements were also perfect.

It is a kind of perfection that has been learned on the battlefield all year round, without any unnecessary movements.

Every step can ensure his own safety to the greatest extent. Although the posture of holding the gun is cool, it will not affect his shooting angle and speed of the gun at all.

Sometimes he even does better than Steve.

what does this mean?

You know, Steve has perfectly inherited Captain America's combat awareness.

And Captain America was directly frozen when his fighting consciousness was at its peak.

In other words, his fighting consciousness has reached the peak of human beings.

Can anyone surpass the peak of human beings?

It's like you can have infinite decimal places after the decimal point, as long as the number before the decimal point is fixed.

So no matter what, this number cannot be greater than a limit.

This is just like an infinite non-repeating decimal of one point or a few, which cannot be greater than two in any case.

Although Steve realized this, for the time being he was not too wary of this guy.

Little Heidou walked to a closed door and knocked cautiously.

There was no response from behind the door, and Steve stood in front of it, holding his breath.

After a while, he turned around and looked at the little guy, "Hi, kid. I don't want to spoil your fun, but is your mother really at home?"

"Of course. She offended Johnny who lives at the end of the street. She can't go out during this period."

Steve and Old John looked at each other and both shook their heads at the same time.

"Kid, do you believe in light? I mean that nonsense about people turning into stars when they die.

Do you believe? "

Kang raised his chin and stared at Steve with his clear black and white eyes.

There was obvious distrust in his eyes.

"Okay, okay, you little bastards from Manhattan are always like this. What should I say, your mother is most likely dead.

But I don’t know how he died. It might have been a vendetta, it might have been rape or murder, or it might have been due to too much smoking.

In short, anything is possible, of course, provided you are sure that your mother has never been out. "

Steve stared at Kang, his eyes determined.

"I'm sure, open the door."

Kang looked calm, he didn't look like some undeveloped junior high school kid at this point.

Instead, he looked mature, like an old guy who had experienced many vicissitudes of life, but Steve didn't care at all.

In fact, if the camps are divided according to the six-pointed star.

He is supposed to be chaos and justice.

That is to say, he has a view of good and evil, but these things are idle most of the time.

This is not a bad thing, in fact it is a rare good thing in the Marvel world.

Anyway, in this damn idealistic world, it is entirely possible that the opposite of justice is another kind of justice.

So after Kang nodded, Steve kicked the door open.

I didn't care at all whether the scenes inside would be too bloody and inappropriate for children.

Fortunately, the scene inside the door was quite mild, looking at a black woman who had just turned 30 lying on the ground.

Apart from being half-clothed, her death could be described as gentle.

But the needles scattered on the ground still showed the cause of this guy's death.

You know, happiness has always been a terrible commodity that cannot be quantified.

Most people will repeat some mechanical behaviors in order to obtain happiness, such as falling in love with others or being in love with others.

However, the pleasure these mechanical actions can bring will eventually make people numb.

It's a joy you can't feel anymore.

Some people choose to find happiness in another way.

Of course, some people will choose to have more intense mechanical behaviors, such as falling in love with someone more deeply, or increasing the dose.

Apparently Kang's mother was a terrible person and she chose to increase the dosage.

So she died here.

He died at this good time when he could not see a bright future and could not finish the tortuous road.

To be honest, Steve couldn't imagine how this woman, who didn't look very tough, managed to survive.

She doesn't seem strong or shrewish, and God knows how someone like that managed to raise a kid in Hell's Kitchen.

“It seems that your mother has indeed passed away, what are your plans next?

But I don't care what your plans are, you have to finish reading the book to me first.

You know, I just became the principal, so I may not speak very well.

But everything I say is the truth. If you don’t study, you will probably be caught by those heartless drug dealers and become a pawn.

I'm not lying to you, but if you look like this, I think you will be tortured to death by them. "

"Is my mother really dead?"

Kang looked very calm, and he didn't have the sadness that Steve imagined he would have after seeing his mother pass away.

It was as if he had become accustomed to death early on.

But it's normal to think about it, after all, this is Hell's Kitchen.

Understanding death seems to be a life lesson that every child must master.

"Yes, dead. I don't know if you have heard of the Eastern reincarnation talk. In their view, after death, a person returns to this world with a different identity.

So in a way, it’s entirely possible that I could be your mother.”

Steve kept talking nonsense and Kang kept his head down for a long time before he uttered thank you.

"Okay, I'm your principal, so I'm afraid you have to live on campus."

Steve said as he led the brat out of the apartment.

Old John looked at Steve in surprise.

"I didn't expect you would choose to take him in. I thought you were just like those rednecks."

"Please, do you really think I'm that damn racist? I just discriminate against every asshole equally."

"But you called me nigger!"

"Damn it! That's because you put a stick against my waist in the alley and tried to rob me! You bastard, do you really think I can't tell the difference between a gun barrel and a stick?"

Steve cursed angrily.

Old John stared at Steve in surprise and said with some confusion.

"I didn't have a stick with me that day, but I thought I saw a really hot chick."

"boom!!!"

Steve didn't argue any further and just fired.

Just kidding, he has traveled through time and is holding his own weapon in his hand.

Although it is not impossible to spray, why do you have to do it yourself?

"Hey! Damn it! I bet you didn't pass the fucking gun certification test! I was just kidding!"

"Haha, when I was playing with guns, the damn Rifle Association hadn't even been established yet. You old Bidden, if I don't turn your anus into a morning glory today, I'll be hit by a car when you go out!"