Rebirth: I am the American leader

Richard's movements were so smooth that even Loki's clone, who was in invisible state, was stunned for a moment.

His limited wisdom, which was far inferior to his original wisdom, was not enough to support him in thinking through the current situation.

But as a magic camera, he still faithfully recorded this scene and fed back to the main body in time.

Loki had been having a very comfortable time these past few days. He had received previously unimaginable preferential treatment because of his talent.

Even though it was only his brother swinging the sickle in the field, he could drink a glass of iced Coke in the shade.

But he still enjoyed it because he finally got what he wanted.

He achieved everything here because of his own ability, and it had nothing to do with his damn background.

God knows how satisfied he is now.

"Loki, you have to know that a qualified chef must master the temperature. Your favorite cola tastes sweetest at four degrees because of the fructose in it.

Moreover, the glass bottle will have more gas.

I honestly think you have the talent to be a great chef, your abilities are outstanding.”

Loki took the glass bottle of Coke handed to him by Lao Zhou, smiled, and used his ability to make the bottle of soda reach the temperature Lao Zhou mentioned.

He was even considerate enough to open the lid for the other person.

"But I still have to go back to Asgard. That's where my home is."

Loki behaved very politely, and there was no sign of mental distortion at all.

"I know. I heard that your family is a local landlord. To be honest, there is no point in going back to inherit the kingdom conquered by your parents.

Do you want to try and build your own kingdom?"

Lao Zhou took the Coke, inserted a straw, and took a sip with satisfaction.

"By establishing your own kingdom, do you mean establishing your own kingdom?"

"There's no need to go through so much trouble. We're all using the election system now, you know. Winning an election is much easier than your father fighting wars everywhere. By the way, what were you looking at just now?"

Lao Zhou burped comfortably and asked Loki.

The latter did not hide his intention from Lao Zhou. He used his magic power to replay the scene just now.

I don’t know if it was intentional, but in this video, the scene of Richard picking up the brown object from the ground and putting it into Thor’s mouth is particularly clear.

"Oh~"

Old Zhou frowned and shrank his neck.

"Oh my god, is Thor having a mental breakdown? Steve told me before he left that if you two suddenly have drastic mood swings or sudden changes in your temperament, you'll have to be hit on the back of your head like this and then fed some cow dung.

I bet Richard is the only one who has practiced this. You know, this guy takes everything Steve tells him to do very seriously.”

Loki silently set Richard as a dangerous target in his mind, and at the same time, he set an iron rule for himself not to lose control of his emotions.

God knows how many people Steve told this secret recipe to?

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Pentagon.

As a council member and congressman, Pierce maintained a high level of energy and engagement.

This is something that cannot be compared to those rubbish online writers who work for three days and rest for two days, and only update once in the morning or evening.

But now he was a little flustered. As the top leader of Hydra in S.H.I.E.L.D., he had just learned some unpleasant information.

A message arrived from his loyal ally and long-time friend, Arnim Zola.

The other party neither used the code word they had agreed upon before nor used any encryption, and even made it easier for him to open the email.

He also set up a direct pop-up.

This is irrational and totally out of character for Hydra.

Underground organizations like theirs usually emphasize mystery, even if they just ask the other party if they have eaten, they would like to encrypt it eight or ten times.

There has never been a situation like the one we are facing now.

"Steve knew that Hydra still existed and Project Paperclip. He gave two options: one was that I hand over the list myself, and the other was that he would kill everyone in SHIELD, including those who were related to SHIELD."

"Pierce, run if you can!"

Pierce read the short message very quickly. From the last prompt, Zora's choice was obvious.

The best option would be for him to run away now, but the problem was that he had already seen Steve through the transparent glass outside his office.

The other party waved his arms at him like a lucky cat, and the smile on his face was even more eager and a little obscene.

Pierce gave a helpless smile and took out a cigar worth several thousand dollars from the cigar box beside him.

He skillfully used a double-edged cigar cutter to trim the head and tail, then struck a match and waited for the flame to burn to the cedar wood before lighting the cigarette.

The movements were skillful and graceful, and he didn't even glance at Steve who had walked in until the first puff of smoke came out of his mouth.

"You look like you're in good shape."

"Death is one of the most precious gifts of life. If I could live forever, like you, I would feel that life is too meaningless. I might even become a lunatic with extreme thoughts."

"Who knows? I think you have a point. But I'm obviously not crazy now, you know.

I am not a murderous person, I am actually a good person."

Steve's eyes were sincere when he said this, and if it weren't for the mantis shrimp he placed at his feet, it might have been somewhat believable.

After all, this hammer, which was originally silver-white, has now turned matte due to the blood stains.

Even when it was just lying on the ground, the smell of blood overwhelmed the aroma of the high-end cigar.

"Do you know how funny that sounds? Do you remember how many people died under your hammer? Do you remember how many people you killed in World War II?"

"You son of a bitch! Are you pretending to be merciful to me at this time? Are you starting to count how many people I killed?

I tell you, I've killed a lot of people, and I'll kill more. Damn, I've been dealing with you guys since World War II who think you can change the world at will.

Was your mom a fuzzball for Lucifer every day when she was pregnant with you? I don't understand what kind of corrupted DNA can produce bastards like you!

Look at me! I could have been a fucking shoemaker or a repairman in Brooklyn or something.

It's you, the ambitious bunch! You're the ones who are planning to make the world run according to your preferences every day, and that's why I'm still working.

Do you know how many people died because of you? You dare to question me, a piece of shit? "

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The boil on my chin is really hurting me. Oh my God, why does it grow on my chin?

Is it because I used too dirty words in my book?