Rebirth: I am the American leader

"Ok?"

Madir didn't know if the way he spoke was correct, because after all, this was his first time in the black market.

Originally, they had colleagues who were specifically responsible for purchasing from these places.

But who could have thought that the colleague could not resist the corruption and turned to S.H.I.E.L.D.?

Fortunately, Steve Rogers is their man, otherwise, God knows how many good guys of Hydra would turn to SHIELD with the intervention of the fallen Pierce?

"Sir, you seem to have made an overly evil request just now."

The person who was speaking had long hair typical of European and American aristocrats, which draped over his shoulders like the finest satin.

Although he was wearing a short navy coat and hunting clothes that were more suitable for action, his noble air was not diminished at all.

Madir felt that he should never meet such a person in his life.

Seriously, he's not discriminating against S.H.I.E.L.D.

But the person in front of me is too noble.

"I'm sorry sir, but perhaps you would be willing to explain to me why you specifically requested Judas' blood."

Madir looked at the other person's skin, which was so white that it was eerie, and his deep black eyes that were slightly tinged with red.

I always feel an inexplicable urge in my heart to answer all his questions.

This is not an exaggeration, but the truth.

"It was an order from my superiors. I don't know why this happened."

Madill did not hide anything, but out of his character as a SHIELD agent he did not tell the whole truth.

"What an interesting command, nice to meet you."

The man extended his hand to Madir, who hesitated for a moment before extending his hand.

When the other person's nails touched the back of the other person's hand, it bounced slightly and a tiny wound quickly appeared.

A wound of this magnitude cannot be felt by humans at all because it is so tiny.

Madil also didn't sense anything. He was just curious about this gentleman who seemed to be from Europe.

He really didn't understand why this guy mentioned the blood of Judah. ​​The name sounded like it had nothing to do with Jewish blood.

But out of caution, he still called his immediate boss.

"What's wrong? Madir, have you finished what I asked you to do?"

“No, no, no, Chief, I think we may have made a mistake. The blood needed is not necessarily Jewish blood, but the blood of Judah.

You know what that means, this isn't the kind of blood I can buy on the black market."

Madill quickly stated his thoughts, and Nick Fury held his breath.

He has figured out during this period that the source of this information is Hydra.

Even if it came from Dr. Zora, he had considered Madill's statement.

But now that it was brought up again, he felt that it was indeed possible.

Although the experimental notes of Hydra's geniuses seem very obscure and difficult to understand, there is no doubt that they are mixed with too many things with a strong mystical color.

Judging from various signs, the Jewish blood in the material is likely to refer to the blood of another creature.

But if it really is Judas' blood, then it would be easy. SHIELD already knows where to find Judas' blood and has a considerable amount of stock.

"Come back first. Let's try what you said today."

Nick Fury hung up the phone after saying this. His activities this time were very covert.

He even avoided Agent Coulson in order to prevent Steve from finding out that they were creating another Steve.

Nick Fury has always felt that he lives under Steve's shadow, and whether he can get rid of this shadow depends on this experiment.

He even began to fantasize that even if he couldn't use this technology, he could create epoch-making weapons.

But at least this technology can be used to send the unfortunate Steve to some other place.

Just thinking about this, Nick Fury felt like he saw light in both of his eyes.

Unfortunately, he didn't know that Steve was already prepared, and he didn't know that in SHIELD, even if he avoided this guy Coulson.

All the information continued to flow to Steve, who found Old John as soon as he knew the specific reference of the Jewish blood.

"I remember you said you were a vampire hunter?"

Steve raised his eyebrows, and the latter uttered an "ah" and looked confused.

"Okay, okay, sorry, sorry, I think I remembered it wrong. There's nothing for you to do now, go play in the mud. You really look like you have Alzheimer's, so I'll make it easier for you to realize that I insulted you.

Alzheimer's is senile dementia."

Steve explained it very considerately, and Old John's face, which was not so innocent to begin with, became even darker.

"You really don't have to be so nasty."

Old John took a puff of his cigar, then asked as if he had thought of something.

"You met a vampire?"

"Not sure, I'm just sure I might have to go hunt vampires. I want to know how to store vampire blood?"

"what?"

Old John looked at Steve suspiciously, as if he had heard a joke.

His expression now could be described as wanting to laugh, but being afraid of being hit by Steve.

"Sorry, I thought I might need to explain some basic common sense to you. Vampire blood is very rare, and all of their power is contained in their own blood."

"Most of the vampires you see are only low-level blood slaves. They have almost no blood. If you really want to collect vampire blood, I think you may have to find a vampire who is at least a baron or above."

Steve looked at Old John in confusion. He didn't know which comic this setting came from, but since Old John, a genuine vampire hunter, said so.

Then I think things should go right.

"Where can I find these guys?"

"I'm not sure. Northern Europe and Egypt? You know, America isn't really a good place for these vampires.

There are too many drug addicts and rednecks here, which means everyone here suffers from one or two mental illnesses, and the most important thing is that everyone here has a gun. "

Steve looked at Old John and motioned for him to continue.

"So, the best you can find here is some vampires who lost the fight. And, you know, got killed by our gang over the years.

In America today, it is much harder to find a vampire with blood than to find a big man who thinks he is a woman. "

"Okay, okay, I get it, Wal-Mart shopping bags. Okay, you ready? We're going to kick some alien ass."

Steve really couldn't stand Old John's current condition.