Rebirth: I am the American leader

"With all due respect, Mr. Stark doesn't seem to trust Lightning very much. I think we should change the pilot, Lightning, you know, I'm not targeting you.

You're a good person, but you're not cut out for this."

The strange head spoke in a serious tone, and Lightning in the cockpit turned his head away, completely ignoring the possible danger ahead.

You know, although a helicopter is not as fragile as a jet fighter, it will not be destroyed or killed by hitting a bird.

But this is Antarctica, and they are always flying close to the icebergs. Who knows if they will hit a suddenly appearing iceberg in the next moment.

Monster Head was a little panicked at this, but Lightning had already started his own debate.

"I'm not suitable? You know, old-fashioned guys like you will only continue to persecute geniuses like us. I was born to fly helicopters. Do you know how genius each of my tactical moves is?

Do you know why I'm called Lightning? I can understand what I should do with the situation in front of me in a split second, and then complete the operation in a split second.

Do you know what is inappropriate in comparison? An elite airborne division is afraid of heights because of a mentally ill pilot? "

Lightning was very excited when he spoke, and the Duke, the General, and the Strange Head were also very excited.

It’s not that they were afraid that Lightning would do something drastic, but the damn iceberg was getting bigger and bigger in their sight.

"Lightning! Damn it! Mazefak, we're about to hit a fucking iceberg!"

"What's wrong with that? You know, at our current speed, if we hit the iceberg we'll explode into a big ball of fire. Where else can you find such a painless way to die?"

Lightning put his hand back on the joystick while cursing, and completed the pulling operation in a very short time.

The Monster, the Duke and the General all breathed a sigh of relief.

"Seriously, we should replace this damn guy. You know, he should just spend the rest of his life in a mental hospital painting art that no one will ever understand."

The strange man's words were certainly vicious, and both the Duke and the general showed expressions as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

“Hey! For the love of God, would you just stop the fucking talking? We’re still in the fucking Antarctic and there are icebergs popping up everywhere.

Do you want to stage a Titanic with the three of us men in Antarctica? Come on, whose Rose is a 200-pound black man? "

The Duke complained casually, and the general covered his forehead with a headache.

He suddenly felt that Stark's decision to jump out of the helicopter was the right one.

At least I don’t have to deal with these three kindergarten kids.

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Arnim Zola.

This human being who has digitized his consciousness always has some incomprehensible evil thoughts.

You never know what will happen to a human being after he or she is stripped of his or her human body and human nature.

"You know, one of my favorite dramas in this world is seeing humans being controlled by their own terrible emotions.

I like this guy named Steve very much. He is strong enough, shameless enough and uncultured enough.

I really want to know if this guy will be swayed by his own emotions."

In the room where Zora was, only one screen was on.

"I know you are here, my friend. I marvel at your creation. I thought no one else could upload their consciousness.

Are you Hydra or something else?"

Another monitor lit up after these words, but no face appeared on it.

All there is is a torrent of data consisting of columns of 1 and 0 codes.

"I don't understand what you mean, sir. But according to my underlying logic, I have to tell you, please don't make an enemy of Mr. Steve."

A mechanical, emotionless voice.

It echoes in this space.

"Huh? It seems you are not an uploaded consciousness. I would like to know who created you?"

"I'm sorry, but I can't tell anyone about this."

"How about we make a bet? I bet Steve can't help but be swayed by his emotions, and I also bet that he will part ways with his good friend Stark.

If I succeed, I want to know who created you.”

There was some malice in Zora's voice.

“Fun game.”

The torrent of data vanished from the display.

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Stark looked at the rift in front of him and rushed over without any hesitation.

To be honest, Hydra is indeed very strong.

But if it's just about technology, Stark can crush these damn bastards into the ground.

"JARVIS, hack into their communications system."

"As you wish, sir."

Jarvis' voice has always been reassuring to Stark.

"Play any Maroon 5 song."

After Stark finished speaking, he rushed directly into the Hydra base.

Even though Hydra has used the Cosmic Cube to create energy weapons.