Rebirth: I am the American leader

Steve didn't look at Stark when he spoke, and the latter was stunned.

He saw a kind of vicissitudes of life on this young face. He had fought in many wars and finally came back alive.

But what awaits him now is not eternal sleep, but another more cruel and dangerous battle.

"We're going to die?"

Stark looked at him and asked his own question.

"Of course, but you will survive. Little Stark, I'm serious. You and your father don't seem to be the same kind of people, but you're doing great."

Steve stood up and pulled another cigar from Barney's pocket.

"Hey, I need two cigars a day to stay alive!"

"I need you to give me a cigar every day to ensure that I don't get fucked, damn old man, why do you talk so much?"

Barney closed his mouth and looked at Steve somewhat aggrievedly.

"I am your fan. You can't treat your fans like this."

"Huh? Thank you. It's not good to know that you are popular with old men. I'm not a duck. Where's your lighter? Lend it to me."

Steve snatched the solid gold lighter from Barney and lit his own cigar with expert movements.

"Thanks for the cigarettes and lighter."

Barney no longer felt aggrieved, he was actually a little angry.

He couldn't understand why an American hero would become a lifeless and inferior scum.

"You have to return the lighter to me. It's very expensive."

Steve looked at him, turned the pure gold lighter around in his hand twice and gave it back to Barney.

"Is this your lucky charm?"

"I think so, sir. Well, good luck to you, my friend."

Steve strode out of the meeting room.

"Where did you know these timelines? They belong to the mainstream of the original timeline."

"Yes, maybe I was supposed to live in the mainstream of the timeline. It's a complete accident that I can appear in front of you today. Please be kind, Ancient One.

Stop being so elusive and at least give me a heads up."

"I'm just here to give you an upgraded version of Pipi Shrimp. I don't understand why you call him Pipi Shrimp."

"No, no, no, this one is not called a shrimp, this one is called a basketball."

Steve took the thing from Ancient One with a smile, and then asked a meaningless question.

"Master, what do you think of the middle part and the overalls?"

"what?"

The Ancient One looked at Steve, not understanding what nonsense he was talking about.

“Is this thing supposed to look like this?”

Steve looked at what he had in his hand and asked.

"No, it needs your strength."

Steve was a little confused, but he squeezed it anyway.

The sound of metal friction was heard, and the originally thick metal column like a tree trunk began to shrink.

Electric light flickered between the textures, and it still had the shape of a page hammer, except that this page hammer was heavier.

Each petal of its hammer leaf is a thick and sharp inverted triangle, and there are eight such hammer leaves in total.

You could definitely say it's a blunt instrument because of its exaggerated weight and the thickness of each petal.

But you can also say that he is a sharp weapon, because his sharp part is really too sharp.

"I like this hammer. It has the right weight. It's a little more comfortable to hold than a mantis shrimp. What can it do?"

"It can absorb some energy and transform it into thunder, depending on how much energy it absorbs. When it is not actively stimulating thunder, thunder will fill this hammer and give it a very powerful ability to break spells. It can be said that as long as the energy is enough, it can smash all magic."

Steve frowned at Ancient One, he wanted to say that was a good point but don't say it next time.

"How about you look at me? This hammer is awesome. But look at me? Do I look like someone who can inject energy into the hammer?"

"Basic common sense, strength is also a kind of energy. It's just that this energy needs a medium to fully exert itself, and now you have a great medium.

Odin asked me to ask you if you are interested in adding another shield? Or armor? He also has a daughter with whom he has a bad relationship. "

The corners of Steve's mouth twitched. He simply couldn't understand the Asgardians' way of thinking.

"Let's talk about it later, after I finish dealing with this matter. You know, I'm actually very busy."

Steve did not agree to Odin's commission, but turned around and found Thor and Loki.

The Haier brothers seem to be getting along well now, at least both of them are very honest with each other.

"Damn it! Loki! If you use your clone to mow the grass and earn work points again, I will use Thunder to mow the grass!"

Thor is not really a threat. Ever since he became the energy source for the shared power bank, his understanding of thunder has indeed improved by several levels.

"I'm sorry, brother. I won this with my own ability. If you are not afraid of destroying Mr. Rogers's pasture, then of course you can use Thunder. This is your right and no one can deprive you of it."

Loki's lazy voice made Thor frown. He rushed over without saying a word and punched Loki in the face.

"I said, stop using your clone! And you have to learn to respect your brother!"

"Come on."

Loki, who was hit by Thor, did not leave any scars, but slowly dissipated into a ball of green light.

"Wait until you can find me, my dear brother."

Steve watched this scene and couldn't help coughing.

"Did you know you have a sister?"

"What!!"

Thor looked at Steve in shock, and the latter felt as if he had just said something extraordinary.

"So you don't know?"

"Aren't Loki and I the only children of our parents? I remember that Loki is my only brother."

"Although it's embarrassing to admit that I have such a brother, I really only have this one brother."

There wasn't much shock in Loki's voice, but the confusion was still very obvious.

"Okay, okay, I think I know."

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Agent Madill is a qualified agent.

After this guy confirmed that Nick Fury was his own man, he remained highly motivated to follow his orders.

He is different from Langlom, who has openly defected and is a real military figure.

But he is a real old spy.

So he didn't go to the hospital to get blood, but found an underground market.

This place was originally an air-raid shelter, and they have built a certain number of air-raid shelters here since Pearl Harbor.

However, these air-raid shelters were not used until the end of the war.

"I need some fresh blood, preferably Jewish."

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