Rebirth: I am the American leader

"What the hell are you?"

Arnim Zola, who is completely electronic, raised his doubts.

How could there be such people in the world?

Such a person who has a clear distinction between love and hate and is unmoved.

Only then did he realize how stupid it was to provoke him.

The gods of Olympus had long seen through the trick of mortals using livestock as sacrifices by skinning and stuffing them with straw, but they did not expose it out of mercy.

Zora's situation is a little worse than that of ordinary people.

The gods he faced were not merciful, but rather cruel.

But he completely misjudged this god, thinking that his heart was as soft as that of a mortal.

Zora wanted to say something else, but the emotional fluctuations expressed with electricity were too intense, causing every circuit board in his body to whine.

The emotion called fear was clearly impossible to arise in his consciousness, but at this moment, he still felt the fear clearly.

Steve spoke into the phone he had placed on the sofa.

"You know what's the funniest thing about this?"

He paused, seemingly waiting for Zora's answer, but in fact he was giving Zora time to think about the interesting part of the matter.

"The funniest thing is, my dear friend, that some people pay an unimaginable price for their stupidity. You know, I often read Chinese online novels.

So I take the murder of an entire family very seriously. Now, allow me to ask a question.

Arnim Zola, my dear old electron, is there anything you still miss in this world?

Steve was being polite this time, if one only listened to the sound and the words he said.

You might even think this was a gentleman who had just taken off his coat at home in London on a rainy day.

But the thing is, this guy is a cranky WWII vet.

The number of people killed from the time of waking up to now is enough to support a local encounter.

His politeness is definitely not crocodile tears, but Hannibal will carefully select the ingredients before cooking.

"Mr. Steve, I think I can make Stark and Bucky shake hands and make peace."

Arnim Zola said something that even he himself found unfamiliar based on the optimal explanation in his algorithm.

Steve, holding a beer, smiled like a young man.

"No, I don't need you to do anything. I think you misunderstood. My will is irreversible. The protagonist of this matter is not me, but Stark.

You let this poor kid grow up like Bruce Wayne and you didn't give him an English butler.

I will definitely settle accounts with you. As for whether to kill them all or screen them out, that depends on what you sons of bitches do.

Get my TV back on, I just saw that girl get in some nigga's car. Gotta make sure those niggas don't do anything to that girl, you piece of shit."

Steve once again resumed his cowboy style, and Zora was inexplicably relieved.

"Okay, Mr. Steve."

After ending the call with Steve, Zora felt himself sweating.

"Stop it! Don't fucking wake up the Winter Soldier! Damn it! If you bastards wake up the Winter Soldier, I'm going to transform you bastards into the nervous system of a fucking intelligent weapon!"

Arnim Zola's threat was effective, at least everyone still alive in the base was stunned.

Firstly, his threats were a little too scary, and secondly, they had never heard Dr. Zora insult anyone so bluntly.

It seems that the situation is indeed urgent, otherwise it would be unacceptable.

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"Sir, something seems to be wrong."

Jarvis' voice suddenly sounded, and Stark frowned.

"What's wrong?"

"Originally they mobilized a large number of people to intercept you, but now everyone has stopped. According to the internal communications I eavesdropped on, their leader issued orders in a very strange way."

"Play the audio of their leader giving orders."

Stark was somewhat curious about how strange this way of giving orders could be.

"Ok sir."

Stark listened to Zora's orders with a frown.

"Sounds like he just got through with Steve."

Stark frowned.

"You can only say such vulgar words after having contact with him. I think someone has contacted Steve in a place I can't see?"

Stark frowned and Jarvis said nothing.

As a life form born completely by accident, Jarvis is still quite cautious.

"Please connect me to Steve."

Jarvis now behaves like a voice assistant, just dutifully completing Stark's orders.

Soon another call came to Steve.

"Hey Stark! Did you let Jarvis spy on me? I just saw that nigger doing that next to the little place! Tell that old electronic ass Jarvis that if he spies on me again, I'm going to kick his fucking electronic ass."

Steve was still as simple as a farmer, and when he opened his mouth, Jarvis dared not speak.

"Hey! Can you try to accept modern technology? Jarvis can make our tomorrow better. He may even change the world!"

"Yeah, then we humans will be treated as useless protein garbage and disposed of. Damn it, I'm going to smash the memory of this electronic ass right now."

Stark felt a little tired, as if he had a high fever and called his father to say he wanted to eat canned yellow peaches, and his father spent half an hour explaining to him how yellow peaches were grown.

Although I am concerned, my focus is completely wrong!

"Have you contacted the person in charge of this base?"

Stark took a deep breath and asked uncertainly.

"Which base? Hey, Stark! The email you left me said you were in the fucking Hawaii looking for some pretty girls dancing in grass skirts.

You told me to keep it a secret from Pepper and told me to tell her that you and I were together if she asked. Damn it, you better tell the truth!"

Of course Steve knew where Stark was, but sometimes one has to pretend to be confused.

In fact, most of the answers don’t need to be said directly.

Stark understood that Steve didn't want to get involved, and as always, he left the matter to him.

"Hey, Steve. You need to get out more, the girls here look great in their grass skirts. How are you going to meet your needs staying on that farm?

Going to the bullpen at midnight?"

Stark laughed. Steve really had that magic that made everyone act like an asshole in front of him.

Steve laughed. "Come on, little bastard, just get your shit done."

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Next month, I will start updating normally. This book is 9.3. Thank you everyone. In recent days, the whole book has been reviewed almost every day, but it doesn't matter to me.

After reading everyone's comments, a boil won't kill you, don't worry. I've extracted teeth myself before, dealt with serious traumatic infections, and have more than a hundred scars of all sizes on my body. If you're an expert in dealing with trauma, it's nothing. Don't worry, thank you everyone.