Rebirth: I am the American leader

"It's a word that describes time, but you know, I wrote it in a more romantic way."

Steve saw that the expression on the other person's face did not change because of his guilty conscience.

"So what does this mean? Put on fucking oxygen masks on these exoskeletons? Where are we going?"

"We're going to outer space, who knows where?"

Steve said as he stood up on the podium.

"Hey! You sons of bitches! Just shut the fuck up."

After the classic opening remarks, everyone fell silent. To be honest, Steve wanted to make sure that he would be known as a vicious person.

He specifically asked Wade to post the video of himself killing someone online.

Although many people questioned whether the video was edited, when Steve asked the other party for the address and planned to go to the door in person to demonstrate it with his blueprint.

The doubts disappeared.

"I know why you guys are here, because we pay the highest fucking hourly wage. Fuck! You guys are making a fucking hundred bucks an hour just to survive in this war!

Of course, the bonus for killing is another matter. But I have to say, you bastards, please don't come and ask me why our enemies are these things.

Once you go out with me a few times, you will understand that humans are really the weakest opponents."

Steve looked at the soldiers in front of him with tattoos all over their bodies, and a smile unconsciously appeared on his lips.

"Hi! Mr. Steve! Do you remember me? I'm McCaw, and you once pointed a gun at me."

Steve looked at the thin black man with a mustache in front of him, and a black man vaguely flashed in his memory.

That was when he first came to Hell's Kitchen to take over San Diego Middle School, and he seemed to have beaten this guy up in order to find his students.

He also promised the guy that he would provide him with a job if he could quit smoking leaf tobacco.

"It looks like you really did it, but this isn't the place for you."

Steve smiled, but his expression soon changed.

"Hey, you nigger are too skinny. The battlefield is not the place you should be. You need to exercise. I think Frank can help you."

After Steve said this, he turned and left the lawn.

Several people from Scythe Farm did not leave. Old John carried his double-barreled shotgun and posed in a way he thought was very cool.

Lao Zhou was holding a frying pan with the corners of his mouth pointing downwards, and his posture was also very cool.

But no matter how I look at it, it feels like my grandmother seeing that you only got thirteen points on the test.

"Do we have to be in this position?"

Thor asked, looking at Loki, who shrugged.

"Lao Zhou said it looks more imposing this way."

Loki was even forced to wear his own horned crown, and even Thor changed into a full set of Asgardian costumes.

"Alright guys, relax, this is your home. We better relax, everyone come over here we need to have a short meeting."

Steve waved casually, and Stark pointed at himself and said with a puzzled look on his face.

"Does everything he just said include me? Is that how he talks to me?"

Stark was very confused. Banner reached out and patted his shoulder, looking at him with a smile.

"Principal Steve is actually a good person. I'm serious."

"Oh! No no no! He's just an asshole!"

Stark looked at Banner and said with a sad face.

"You have no idea what this guy is going to do. He's going to go to war with aliens. Hell, he's even thinking about taking you with him. You're just a PhD in physics. How can you go to war?"

Stark completely ignored the existence of another personality within Banner, no matter how powerful the Hulk was.

In Stark's view, aliens are unknown dangers, and one Hulk may not be able to handle this emergency.

"I think I can. I'm good at physics."

After saying this, Hulk patted Stark on the shoulder and motioned for him to follow him into the meeting.

"Seriously, Steve, this place doesn't look like a place for a superhero meeting. Can we be a little more classy? Look at you, are we discussing which valley we should move the cattle to for the winter this year?"

When Stark saw the typical Western-style long wooden table, the corners of his mouth twitched and he started to complain.

It's not his fault; the style here is simply too Western.

"Yeah, I'll bring these villains to your Stark Industries for a meeting tomorrow."

Steve didn't argue. His style here was indeed a bit rough, but fortunately, the people who came here were all assholes.

"Steve, who are we going to take down this time?"

Barney, smoking a Viagra large ring gauge cigar, asked Steve his question.

"I don't know yet, but it could be alien life. And it could be going to outer space. Do you have any relevant experience?"

Barney took a puff of his cigar helplessly, then raised his eyes and looked at him with some sadness.

“Do you think we can have this kind of experience?”

Steve smiled at the thought and looked up at Stark.

"Don't hide it from me. Tell me, how much wealth do we have now?"

"Langlom brought three sky fortresses, and I have only modified one so far. Seriously, are we really going to go into outer space to fight aliens?"

"It should be. I don't know who I'm going to fight yet."

Steve's attitude angered Stark, who couldn't help it.

"Even if you have muscles in your head, you should know who you are playing against. Mazefak, you are a son of a bitch.

We are going to start a war, my friend! You don't even know who we are going to fight, and you are going to let us go to the battlefield and sacrifice our lives?"

Steve looked at Stark.

"Hey, little Stark. I have to tell you a key point. You can prepare for your life, but you can't expect your life to be free of surprises."

"But this is too hasty, and many of us will die."

"I know, but it's necessary."

Steve looked at the other person, thought for a moment and then spoke.

"I don't know how to tell you, but it's obviously more appropriate to place the battlefield somewhere outside the earth. Yes, some of us will die.

It’s better than others putting the battlefield on Earth.”

Stark looked at Steve and his eyes turned serious.

"Steve, what did you see?"

"An inevitable war, a war of great magnitude, beyond your imagination."

"But how?"

"There are countless crazy people and ambitious people in this universe. If war really happens, you'd better prepare in advance."

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I will update twice today, and write two more chapters in the evening and save them for posting tomorrow.

Don't worry about me not updating during the Chinese New Year, I have already used up all my leave requests this month (sad)

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