Rebirth: I am the American leader

Steve was calm this time, but everyone could feel his murderous intent.

He didn't care whether killing this guy would affect the subsequent plot.

"That's what they deserve! We are all born the same, but they treat us like animals in captivity and do all kinds of cruel and inhumane experiments on us.

Do you think you are some kind of bullshit righteous person? Then I ask you, why didn't you fucking stand up when they were killing mutants! "

Eric was not afraid after knowing that he would die. He looked at Steve and said aggressively.

"Then you should fucking kill those guys who experimented on you, you should kill those guys who kept you in captivity. These are fucking civilians, you bastard.

I really don’t understand what you bunch of bastards think. Because I have been treated unfairly, I want to take revenge on society.

But I'm not going to take revenge on those guys who really drove me to the edge. I choose to randomly kill two children or an old man and a woman on the side of the road?

Eric, look at me! look at me! You bastard son of a bitch, tell me what kind of a bastard you are to do this! "

Steve was so angry that he punched Eric in the head.

Charles' voice screamed in Steve's head, wanting to save his friend.

It's a pity that Steve's soul and spirit are extremely strong, and even if Charles tried his best, he couldn't affect Steve at all.

Eric's head exploded, sending a cloud of blood mist into the air.

"Charles, I know you're here."

Steve allowed himself to fall freely from mid-air, and Charles's voice rang in Steve's mind.

"You shouldn't kill him like this, we should follow the procedures. This will lead to the proliferation of illegal activities, and superheroes should not become super executioners."

Charles's voice was filled with helplessness and sadness, which was unavoidable.

What Eric means to him is his partner who has been along the way for so many years. No one can deny the status of the two of them in each other's hearts.

"Okay, don't say these high-sounding words. There are only two of us here, and Eric has killed too many ordinary people. I can't let him continue to live in this world.

But in order to express my approval of him, please make a list of those who experimented with mutants and those who planned to massacre mutants. "

Steve didn't want to create a false impression between the two groups that he was on one side.

"why?"

"Because I, a bastard, will discriminate against every bastard equally."

After saying this, he stopped responding to Charles's call, and instead found a piece of concrete to sit down.

Stark came quickly. After he came here, he couldn't help but marveled at the scene around him.

"What are you doing here? It looks like a wild boar is dancing here. Who is that headless corpse?

Need help destroying the remains? "

Steve looked at Stark and laughed, "Don't be nervous, this is the culprit this time, just kill him."

Upon hearing this, Stark sat next to him and took out a cigar from his armor.

Steve took the cigar and skillfully bit open the tail with his mouth, picked up a piece of iron that was still red from the edge and lit the cigarette.

"Steve, it seems like there's something you're not saying."

Stark looked at the other person and said, who smiled and took a deep breath of the cigar.

He didn't hold it in his mouth like those gentlemen, but breathed it deeply into his lungs.

"Yes, of course there is something I haven't said."

Steve looked at Stark with some unclear emotions in his eyes.

Stark was a little horrified. For the first time in his life, he saw guilt in Steve's eyes.

"Do you remember the friend I told you about? Well, I find it difficult. He was brainwashed into a war weapon and had no thoughts of his own. Your parents were killed by him."

Steve puffed away at his cigar, the smoke covering his entire face.

Stark didn't know what he should say. He also sat on the large piece of cement.

"What are your plans?"

Stark asked a question statement in a very calm tone, and Steve smiled.

"I will not stop you from taking revenge. Even if he is my friend, I will not stop you from taking revenge. However, I hope you will not torture him and give him a good time."

Steve said this very slowly, as if he was thinking while speaking.

Stark looked at Steve without saying a word for a long time.

He wasn't used to Steve looking like this, and he thought this bastard really didn't feel guilty.

"You know, this feeling is actually very uncomfortable. When I woke up, the world had passed seventy years ago. My friend Howard Sr. passed away, and now he was replaced by little Stark. I always thought Howard was a playboy like that. Wouldn't get married, so I never thought about what his son would be like.

When I first saw you, you were in such a mess that your hair was stuck to a patch of dirt on your face. But I still recognized you as little Stark at a glance, and I have been planning to avenge your parents. But as I investigated further, I discovered that there was more to it than I expected.

My old friend Bucky seems to have been manipulated and he killed many people, including your parents.

Charles told me that he could help me wake him up at any time, but I never dared to do so. "

Steve was chattering like an old man at this moment, and Stark just sat next to him and listened silently.

"I couldn't kill Bucky. He was the one who protected me when I was just Steve. Now that I'm beyond all humans, I still can't protect my friends. I'm sorry, kid. , I should actually tell you earlier."

After Steve said this, he stood up and smoked the rest of the cigar in one breath.

"Do what you think is right. If you really want to kill Bucky, please let him die as the Winter Soldier."

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Let me ask a question, what will happen if two monsters known for their strength collide?

To be honest, this question is difficult to answer, at least from Steve's perspective.

Things get exciting when the Hulk and Red Tank collide.

Huge fists hit each other with powerful kinetic energy. Although it is only the most primitive method, every punch can cause an explosion.

In fact, even things like explosives are just an expression of force.

Hulk was very happy, he finally met a guy with similar strength as him.

Here is a little trivia, if you play League of Legends you will know it.

The reason why fish frying is exciting is entirely because you can show off if you dare to operate in low-end games.

So when Hulk faced the red tank, he became a little eager to try.

"Jiangxi veteran butterfly elbow, Anhui specialty roundhouse kick, Jiamusi big crutch!"

A philosopher once said that the greatest evil of human beings is to become what they once hated.

Hulk really hates Steve, but when fighting the red tank, it feels so good to be Steve.

"Hulk! Love this feeling!"

Hulk finally found his confidence when he beat Red Tank.

To be honest, it's not that the red tank is too weak.

But the Hulk who came out of the Scythe Farm is too experienced, and you must know that his opponent is Steve.

A World War II veteran with no bottom line in quality but rich experience.

Believe me, Hulk also became a powerful warrior while undergoing endless torture.

Red Tank has never seen a power player with as much work as Hulk.

He couldn't understand why the other party still had to do so much research when he already had such powerful strength and body.

This is simply a waste of your talent.

"What the hell are you?"

Red Tank finally asked the doubts in his heart, and Hulk angrily gave the other party two Heilongjiang Big-Ear posts.

"I'm the Hulk! The Hulk of Scythe Farm!"

Red Tank was already holding on, but Hulk's two big-eared posts knocked him unconscious.

Unlike Steve's messy battlefield, Hulk only destroyed a few houses here.

Steve quickly arrived at the place under the leadership of Stark. He glanced at Hulk and then at the red tank that fell to the ground.

With just one glance, he had a plan in mind.

"Hey, you know what. I suddenly had an idea, I want to start a war with hell. Maybe, Stark Industries can make some tanks? Humanoid tanks."

Steve rubbed his chin and said thoughtfully.

"Steve, I know you may be a bit superstitious, but a war with hell? Do you know what you're talking about?"

"Of course I know. In fact, I'm going to set up an advance team and fight back and forth with some villains. We can't just fight the enemy in imagination all the time. I need something real.

But before that, I have to deal with a few guys. "

After Steve finished speaking, he waved his hand and motioned for Hulk to come over.

The latter was so docile in front of Steve that it was ridiculous.

"Well done, big man. Now go back to Sickle Farm and let Lao Zhou prepare barbecue and beer for you. You can drink beer today and tell Banner this is what I meant."

"Hulk!"

Hulk yelled with a laugh, stood up and jumped away.

"Hey! Mazerfal! Come back to Brooklyn from the suburbs! If you trample on another house, I'll fucking open your anus!"

Steve watched Hulk jump onto someone else's roof, and suddenly became furious.

"Hulk! Hulk won't crush them!"

"If you talk back again, I will open your anus right now! You have to learn to respect them!"

Hulk jumped down from the top floor aggrievedly, turned around and ran towards the suburbs.

"Are you being a little too harsh on Hulk?"

"Huh? He almost trampled on two houses. Damn it, do you know how long it takes an ordinary person to work in the United States to buy a house?"

Steve complained as he continued walking towards the center of New York with him.

To be honest, the scenes along the way made him want to drag Eric out and kill him again several times.

Even though the riot did not become large-scale under Steve's organization, many ordinary people still lost their lives.

What the hell is this thing called?

"Mr. Steve, my people played a big role in this riot. I want to know what kind of privileges I can get."

Jin He walked up to Steve with a colorful face. His suit had several holes torn in it.

But judging from his momentum, he still sits firmly on Diaoyutai.

"You can select ten of the criminal survivors this time and study them."

Steve said as he reached out and patted him.

"Actually, you can explore in the direction of alien creatures, but you have to maintain your current state of mind. Otherwise, I will personally send you on your way."

Steve certainly knew how Kingpin could push his limits and play a greater role.

But the problem is that symbiotes have too great an impact on people's minds. Except for the Loser Venom, almost all symbiotes will have an impact on people's personality.

"Thank you, kind sir."

Kingpin is a man who knows how to assess situations. He could provoke Steve and threaten Steve before.

But now, he won't do that.

This is a bit similar to the scene in a comedy movie, where the concierge does not know the emperor and is blocking him from entering the prime minister's house.

Later, the emperor finally revealed his identity and killed the concierge.

Even to his death, the concierge couldn't figure out why the emperor didn't wear a dragon robe when he entered the Prime Minister's Palace?

"Okay, remember the task I gave you."

After Steve finished speaking, he walked directly to Stacy.

"As you can see, things are indeed not easy to deal with."

Stacey sighed and said helplessly.

"I don't know what's going on with the world. It seems like it's getting more sinister. Steve, can we make it through this?"

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The 3,000 words I owed yesterday have been made up.

Mine really can't go on, I need a good rest, there's something wrong with my body.

Then I still have something to say to you.

Friends who know me well know that I am a jerk with a very complicated personal experience.

In my short life of more than 20 years, I have seen most of the despicable things in this world.

I have never denied that I am a jerk, an alcoholic, and a guy with no moral bottom line.

Most of the time, I am an excellent performer. To be honest, my attitude towards life may not be as sincere as my attitude towards readers.

This period of time should be a time when my traffic is pretty good.

The number of followers increased from 1,500 to more than 2,300.

I'm not surprised that some people like my low quality and attitude towards the world, and I'm not surprised that some people hate me.

Again, if you don't like my work, it doesn't matter. I can call you dad and you can tell me where I can improve it.

It doesn't matter if you don't like me as a person, I'm not a person worth liking.

But don’t give my work low marks. I can’t accept you denying my work because of my character.

Of course, I can't accept that you fall in love with me because of my works.

Life is too long, my friends, too long.

It can make people in love feel bored with each other, and it tells you that everything is changing with its unique length.

Someone once asked me if I was actually a racist.

I think I am not, as you should be able to see by reading my book.

What I hate has always been privilege.

Since I entered the industry in 17, from my first book to now, I have written millions of words.

The first work was 400,000 words, the second was 900,000 words, the third was 300,000 words, then several were 200,000 words, and one was 800,000 words.

And you probably all got to know me from this eight hundred thousand.

Before that, I struggled alone, from starting point to Qingyuan to Tomato.

I remember that I showed the first four thousand words I wrote to the girl I had a crush on at the time.

She already has a perfect family now.

I have so many regrets and so much I want to make up for.

I'm very happy to meet you, really happy.

Believe me, I expect you to be a bit of a jerk about your life at all times.

Say something to the bad parts of your life, and then use all your courage to kill them.

When I wrote this paragraph, I thought of many readers, including Xing Xing, who gave up two books to go to college for his girlfriend, and Lao Zhou, who is still alive but may not be certain in the next few years.

(Yes, it’s Lao Zhou from Sickle Farm. He is the first financial backer of this book. The request is that I write it into the book for him because he is about to die.)

Lao Mai who has been living in denial, Yan Xiang who is about to graduate from medical school, Ming Ming who helped me when I was helpless, and the virtuous man who I accidentally hurt.

Someone recently said that I plagiarized, but I won’t say it directly here.

Sorry, my friend, I really don't have to plagiarize.

Steve is definitely not me, but his attitude towards the world is my attitude towards the world.

That’s how I see countless people’s hearts and experience countless hardships.

And I don’t intend to pursue the issue of who plagiarized whom, it’s meaningless friends, it’s just a passing thing.

I love you bastards. If life is really unsatisfactory, I will light a cigarette and pour you a glass of strong wine and listen to you ramble about your troubles.

Then you gotta go out and fuck up the son of a bitch that is life.

I hope everything is well for everyone and I hope everyone is having a great time in this world.

(Hand over the five-star reviews, do you really have to ask me to call you dad? What’s the benefit of calling you dad? Dad?)