Rebirth: I am the American leader

"Are you feeling better? You just fell asleep suddenly."

Steve spoke a lie he had made up on the spur of the moment, and Mordo looked at the guy without saying anything.

The more people understand why the strong are strong, the more respect they will have for the strong.

You may have no idea what the world's strongest man is, but if you knew that this guy can pull half a ton of stuff.

You might respect him a little.

But only when you touch it with your own hands and try out how heavy a half-ton barbell is, will you truly understand what a monster this thing is.

Mordo originally thought that the physical mage should be a scientist or something else.

But Steve showed him through his actions what it means to attribute personal power to oneself.

After all, this was the first time in his life that he had seen someone use their physical body to close a portal.

It's not like he hasn't done experiments before. Strictly speaking, a portal is a kind of space magic.

In the real physical world, some mutants have superpowers that allow them to ignore physical attacks.

But until now, Mordo has not heard of anything that is immune to space cutting.

"I think it might be the Brooklyn weather, if that's not offensive. Mentor Steve, I wonder how you do it."

"I'm sorry, I probably can't teach you."

Steve looked at this cold and hard guy and felt his desire for power.

"Although I don't know who you are, but if I remember correctly, Master Mordo should be a black man."

Steve looked at Hannibal's face, and the expression on his face was not good.

The latter smiled and said.

"Some tricks. This is my apprentice Caecilius. I borrowed his body for a while."

"I was wondering why I couldn't tell who you were. It turns out you didn't use magic on me. What a pity. Well, if I remember correctly.

Gu Yi should have asked you to come here in person, so what does it mean to send your own apprentice here?"

"Originally, I was supposed to come here myself, but I heard that Steve is an extreme white rightist and is not very friendly to people of color like us."

"Hell, I have cotton and watermelons, but you see, we don't even have whips or gallows.

Those are just rumors, you know, I'm actually a good guy who likes niggers."

Steve spread his hands and said helplessly, and a smile appeared on the face of Caecilius, who was controlled by Baron Mordo.

"It seems that you are planning to go against me?"

Steve looked at the other person and spoke, with an expression on his face that made it hard to tell whether he was happy or unhappy.

Caecilius smiled and opened a portal next to him.

Master Mordo, with a black crew cut, walked out confidently.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean that, Mentor Steve, you are great. I'm just a little cautious, I hope you can forgive me. I am very curious about your abilities, I want to know what you represent."

Steve looked at the gentle black man and finally a smile appeared on his face.

"Why is there anything unforgivable about this? I heard that you seem to know some mind and soul magic?"

Steve looked at Mordo calmly with his sapphire eyes, and there was a hint of contempt in the latter's brown eyes.

"I'm sorry, Mentor Steve. Although your physical magic is amazing, I think we should stop when it comes to the soul. You may not be my opponent."

"I think you should give it a try."

Steve stood up and relaxed his muscles and bones.

The crackling sound was like machine gun fire. Mordo took a step back and black magic waves suddenly appeared.

And poured directly into Steve's eyes.

Steve looked at the other person, not knowing what this guy's behavior meant.

"What are you doing?"

Steve looked at the other person with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

This doubt made Mordo feel unprecedented panic. In his energy perception, what he touched was not someone's soul at all.

It is a piece of stone, a piece of stone that has been there since the birth of the universe.

No matter how much strength he used, how many angles he changed, or how many tricks he came up with.

He couldn't shake this stubborn stone at all.

"What the hell are you?"

"What am I? I'm Steve Rogers, a five-star general of the United States. If you don't like this name, I think you can call me Brooklyn Dad."

Steve walked in front of the other party under the opponent's energy, and he looked at Mordo with some confusion.

"Why are you so brave?"

This is not a joke, but it is indeed a bit confusing.

Mordo's mind and soul magic may be very strong, but the question is, can he be stronger than Charles?

The strong ones have no hair at all.

"It's the same question as before. Have you been sleeping well recently?"

As Steve finished his words, Mordo fell asleep again under the influence of a large sinus.

"Gu Yi, your disciple is not very obedient. Can I beat him to death?"

"Although I can't see the timeline clearly, out of personal feelings, I still hope you can spare his life."

"Ha, you're really here. What happened recently?"

"Madil of SHIELD is conducting a dangerous experiment that could open a portal."

Ancient One's figure did not appear, but her voice sounded directly in Steve's ears.

"That's a good thing. I'll ask Old John to call our people over. Also bring the little toys Stark made. And then please send us over."

Steve said excitedly as he stood up.

The latter thought for a moment and asked.

"Where are the weapons you stored with Odin? Do you need me to get them back for you? I have already completed the enchantment according to your request."

Steve smiled and said, "Yeah, we're going to do something big today."

A storm began to brew with Steve's Scythe Farm as the core, and the second to join in was Stark Industries.

Next came the school maintenance department of San Diego Middle School, as well as other scattered mercenaries.

Thus was the mobilization for the final war completed.

Stark looked at the soldiers and some strange-looking guys gathered on the Scythe Farm, and said with a twitching mouth.

"What the hell are we going to do? That son of a bitch with a tent on his back, and Banner? Dr. Banner is just a physics genius, what is he going to do?"

Stark looked at Steve, who was wearing the same sunglasses as MacArthur.

"Stretch your muscles. These people are temporary workers at Veteran BBQ. You know, I have to find a chance to test whether my men can fight."

"Okay, I understand that, but what about the one thousand sets of exoskeleton power armor I ordered? What do you mean by asking Jarvis to hurry up and make sure it's completed before the clouds in the sky turn orange tomorrow evening?"

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When exactly will we have the New Year’s Eve dinner? Forget it, I’ll just save tomorrow’s manuscript for later.

Everyone please urge me to update more. I'm starting to speed up the timeline.