Rebirth: I am the American leader

"Seriously, your baldness must be related to excessive aerobic exercise."

Barney said seriously, biting the butt of his cigar.

The latter took one look at the overly burly old man and frowned.

"Trust me, you need some cardio, too. Can you really run at your age and in this shape?"

"Why should I be able to run? I'm an assaulter, an assaulter who is always on the front line of the battlefield."

Barney asked in confusion.

"This is really funny, tell me why are we here?"

"This is the only weak point in the entire San Diego Middle School. Principal Frank calculated that these guys might skip school from here."

"I don't understand. They are just a bunch of kids. Do we need to be so professional?"

"Come on, there aren't any normal kids in San Diego Middle School. When you were their age, you were probably still wondering why the girl you liked didn't like you back.

They have been dealing with a group of veterans for almost a year, which is not an experience that ordinary children can have.”

Christmas looked as ugly as a British person who had just finished eating British food.

"Hey, old man, it's unnecessary for you to say that."

"I'm sorry, I did go too far. I forgot that you're still struggling with whether the girl you like likes you or not. Men are indeed teenagers until they die. Except for your hairstyle, you're completely a child."

"I knew I couldn't let you drink with that Burning Dick called Wade. Your mouth is as vicious as a chrysanthemum with hemorrhoids."

"Oh! It seems you have learned a lot from that junk car body."

Barney glanced at the flashing remote in his hand, drank his beer in one gulp, and stood up.

"Look, these guys haven't gotten away from Frank's prediction."

Christmas twisted his neck, "Yeah, they really are a help to the rare guys. I can't wait to break their legs, can I use that this time?"

Barney shook his head in unison, "Come on, they're just helping the kids. It's really not necessary."

"Huh? Kid? Are you talking about Richard, the 19-foot-tall, 120-kilogram, 8th-grade kid with only 10% body fat?"

"Well, except for that guy, you can use a taser."

Barney thought of Richard and quickly took back his words.

Even though they both said earlier that they shouldn't be too harsh on their children, the time had come when it really came to taking action.

The props prepared by these two old guys were more conscienceless than each other.

The two guys had a Taser in each hand and four spares on their bodies.

To be honest, even if you are a white girl who is only 1.6 meters tall, you can go to Harlem alone with so many tasers.

Soon, Alexei was the first to rush out.

Although his figure is not as exaggerated as Richard's, he is still quite a cyborg.

Normally, Americans would empty their magazines if they saw a guy of this size rushing towards them at full speed.

But the problem is that Christmas is a British man, a British man who strictly believes in data.

So he just pulled the trigger once, and Alexei's life was worth it.

Richard, who was hiding behind, calculated the difference in strength between the enemy and us at the first time based on his visual observation.

These two bastards were armed with at least four tasers, and there must have been spares where he couldn't see them.

In other words, he had to let these two bastards fire at least eight more times before he would have a chance to engage in hand-to-hand combat with them.

But there were only six people who rushed out with him, and one of them had just been knocked down.

Behind him are two guys, Highway and Caesar. He can't afford to waste time. If he wants to get out, he must do it quickly.

Thinking of this, Richard glanced at Alexi on the ground and gave him an affirmative look.

Then he picked up Alexei without hesitation and started charging.

"Ok?"

Barney and Christmas expressed their doubts at the same time, and then started a new round of shooting.

Alexei twitched like a female ninja being tortured. That's why it is said that sometimes it is important to be with the right person.

You see, Anton runs too slowly and can only go straight once in his life.

But Alexei was different. He followed Richard no less than three times.

In the end, I couldn't even watch Christmas.

"Kid, put him down!"

Richard obediently put Alexi down, turned around and picked up another teammate.

"It seems this kid is Steve's direct disciple, but his shield is alive."

Barney complained, pulling out his new taser and firing another shot.

Richard counted silently, and finally, after he had used up three 'shields', the two bastards had no new Tasers left.

Richard finally took a step forward and rushed out. Christmas and Barney looked at each other, and without saying a word, they took out long electric batons from behind.

Although the killing radius of this thing is not as large as that of a Taser, it has greater power.

As soon as Richard rushed in front of the two of them, two electric batons stabbed directly into his abdomen.

Now even though he was Steve's direct disciple, he had to stand up straight.

“Is this the style of our San Diego High School?”

Christmas looked at Richard who was unconscious on the ground and asked in confusion.

"Yes, this is the style of our San Diego Middle School. Cunning, uncultured, and immoral. Very practical, isn't it?"

Barney picked up the black travel bag he had placed aside, and as he unzipped it, a bag full of Tasers was exposed to the air.

"To be honest, I still think we are going a little too far with these kids."

“Principal Frank said that among those who skip school there might be genetically modified children. You know, their abilities can be described as miraculous.”

"Aren't those guys handed over to Wade and his cousin? Professionals have to do professional things, and our specialty is beating up junior high school students."

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Carl took Parker and Kang and carefully found a sewer.

Parker looked at Carl in confusion, but the latter ignored him and pried open the manhole cover.

"Hurry up, this is a surveillance blind spot."

"Do we really have to skip this class?"

"No! Why don't you understand? We must prove ourselves! We can't always be treated like children!"

Carl was a little angry, and Parker realized that this plan of skipping school was not at all to go out and fight criminals.

But it was to prove to San Diego Middle School or Steve that they were no longer the kind of kids who could do nothing.

"My friend, you are a creative fellow."

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