Rebirth: I am the American leader

Peter Parker felt like he was about to cry. Listen, there are still people who are not afraid of power and dare to speak out.

"Yes, sometimes young people are just brilliant. The sea of ​​questions tactic is really not suitable for him. I just want to hone this kid's character so that he won't think about saving the world every day at this age.

You know, I don’t have that much time to follow him around and clean up his mess.”

Steve patted Parker's shoulder with a smile, and the latter realized that Steve was still standing next to him, and his expression became embarrassed.

"Yes, young people of this age always want to do something in the world. This is a common problem, but Mr. Steve, I think the teaching materials at this stage should no longer be useful to Mr. Parker."

Steve smiled with great pride.

"Yes, he is my student after all. To use the terms in Chinese online novels, he can be considered a direct disciple. How much time would it take him to learn high school knowledge?"

But you just heard me say that he has some talent in physics. And this guy wants to go to Stanford, and I think he can do several degrees at the same time? Electrical engineering, mechanical engineering, physics, intelligent programming, plus mathematics and physics.

What do you think, my dear Mr. Parker? You should be glad that you didn't say you wanted to be a great magician, otherwise you would have to learn more than ten times as much as this."

The joy on Parker's face turned into deeper despair.

This is like a scene from a cartoon, which probably means that the more books you read, the broader your horizons become, and the darker things you see.

Because you know how big the world is, you know how small you are and how much you need to learn.

But for Peter Parker, he used to only have to do seven homework assignments, now he might have to do thirty fucking homework assignments.

He suddenly regretted it now.

"It's a good plan. This little guy still has a lot to learn. If it's just undergraduate and master's level, I think I can teach him. As for mechanical and electrical knowledge, I want to wait until Stark comes back.

Come to think of it, I haven't seen Stark for a long time recently."

Steve's eyes changed slightly, but he still didn't say much.

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Stark was flying in the air wearing his latest armor. He was a man with careful plans.

It took him only two days to crack the location of the Winter Soldier base, but in preparation for this operation he went to the battlefield in the Middle East for a few more days of training.

Only after he had made all the necessary preparations did he head towards his goal.

For this purpose, he also contacted a four-member special forces team.

Although Steve just told him to decide what to do, his pride made him decide to do it himself this time.

Seriously, this isn't a bad thing.

But soon he felt that there was something wrong with his brain.

You know, the world is just one giant makeshift community.

Everyone is a bit of a jerk to some extent, and that's not a problem.

The thing is, you can't be too stupid.

When he saw this team of four, he felt like his cerebellum was about to atrophy.

The helicopter pilot, code-named Lightning, grabbed the propeller with both hands and disguised himself as a horse on a carousel.

The big black man with a Mohawk started praying before he even got on the plane.

The only normal duke and the general are two white men, one is too coquettish and the other is too old.

Stark had no idea why Big Mike from Hell's Kitchen would introduce him to such a group of freaks.

"Hello, Mr. Stark, I'm the Duke. I think you'll like us. I know you have a lot of business in the Middle East, and I think we'll have a lot of opportunities for cooperation in the future."

Stark looked at the familiar Duke and couldn't help but think of a guy with a Burning Dick face. He waved his hand apologetically.

"I'm sorry, but I suffer from a severe case of Wade syndrome and can't get along with people who are too extroverted. If possible, I hope you can be like that gentleman and keep quiet."

The Duke followed his gaze and saw that the strange head had lowered his head and fallen into a deep sleep.

The latter immediately screamed, unbuckled his seat belt and rushed over.

"Oh! Shit! Weird head! Wake up! You fainted! General! He's in shock because of his fear of heights!"

The older white man unbuckled his seatbelt and quickly followed.

Stark suddenly missed Wade's gang of bastards. Suian and his gang were a little bit bad in character, but to be honest.

Their professionalism is passable.

In fact, Stark would rather believe that those guys were playing piston movements with one of their hands on the plane than believe that they would go into shock due to fear of heights.

"I'm sorry, sir. He used to be in the best air force, the paratrooper division, but then he took a ride on a lightning plane. He began to believe in the theological theory that since humans don't have wings, they shouldn't move in the sky.

Believe me, it was just an accident.”

The general in charge gave a fairly official explanation. In fact, if the person flying the plane wasn't called Lightning, Stark would have even planned to smile to show his understanding.

"Wait, you just said, lightning? Yes?"

Stark raised his eyebrows and looked at the general with a subtle expression.

"The pilot of this helicopter, believe me, he just has an aggressive flying style."

"Add to that some incurable mental disability, and I honestly don't know why we should let him continue to fly."

The monster head who woke up closed his eyes tightly and held the cross tightly in his hands, as pious as a Vatican priest during the day.

"What mental illness does he have?"

The corners of Stark's mouth twitched. He now had a deep understanding of how unreliable this damn place Hell's Kitchen was.

"I don't know, the ones that have been diagnosed include paranoia and ADHD, and mild mania."

The general said somewhat helplessly.

"But he's actually a good guy, I think."

Stark took a deep breath and didn't care what the good guy was referring to.

He immediately stood up, put on his visor, and jumped out of the plane.

What a joke, who the hell would dare to ride in a plane piloted by a mentally ill guy?

In other words, Stark was still well-educated and did not curse at anyone at that time.

If it were Steve, he might really punch the old General in the ass.

"It seems that our employer doesn't want us anymore?"

“Until the employer cancels the assignment, all we have to do is continue to perform the assignment.”

The general kept his promise and did not let his men return immediately.

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I've been suffering from this damn thing for two weeks now, and today it's a little better and not as painful.

I have updated two chapters and shamelessly asked for five-star reviews and gifts.

If it doesn't break by the end of this week, I'm really going to go to the hospital to have it gastriculated.