Rebirth: I am the American leader

"Yes, it's a great attempt. I think today can be regarded as our first step forward. Even though it was caused by you, a sour carrot, I think we should still commemorate it."

Steve gave Nick the middle finger as he spoke. To be honest, his attitude towards this guy was simply awful.

But if the target is Nick, it’s not that bad.

At least now Steve won't give him a big sinus and then charge others for the visit.

From this point on, Steve's attitude towards Nick has improved.

"What are you going to do?"

Nick looked at Steve and his air fortress heading towards the space channel, and felt a little uneasy.

"Don't you know not to open unknown doors casually? Seriously, when I was fighting, it was right that whites and blacks did not mix. Do you know what door you opened through the evil ritual?"

Steve didn't look back. In fact, due to the size of the Sky Fortress, Nick couldn't see Steve at all.

The only time he and Steve made eye contact was when the floating fortress appeared.

Steve was wearing a modern black modular armor and holding a war hammer he had never seen before.

After that, all the sounds came from the radio.

Nick wanted to protest, he wanted to say that he actually knew what was behind the door.

But he opened his mouth and quickly closed it again.

No one knew what was behind the door because none of them knew how it was opened.

A pet dog can open a door when its owner is not around, but it cannot explain to you how a mechanical lock cylinder and spring work.

All it knows is that if it bites off the door handle, there is a certain chance that the door will open.

Nick's behavior of opening the door is actually similar to that of a pet dog opening the door. He doesn't know how the door was opened, and it is even more impossible for him to know what is behind the door.

A huge sense of loss surrounded him, and he realized that after working hard for almost his entire life, he was ultimately just a pet dog who only knew how to open a door.

He felt somewhat desperate, he had no idea how the world had changed.

Steve's personal power was raised to an astonishing level after he woke up again.

In fact.

Nick has always known a despairing fact: with Steve's current strength, as long as he is willing.

He can use his personal power to defeat all organizations on the planet, overthrow all regimes and become a true dictator.

This is not the Superman dictator in the DC movies. At least that guy has pretty good moral qualities.

With Steve's personality, if he became a dictator, God knows what kind of person he would become.

"Steve! Why don't you kill me!"

Nick shouted at the tail of the floating fortress, but he didn't get Steve's response until the floating fortress disappeared into the space channel.

On top of the floating fortress, except for a small number of Hydras led by Rumlow, the other guys seemed to be the chosen ones of the four evil gods.

The troops chosen by Khorne were maintaining their weapons in silence, while the troops chosen by Seljuk were flirting with each other.

The troops of Nurgle's Chosen were eating frantically to replenish their energy. The only Chosen of Tzeentch who looked normal was standing behind Loki.

Ambitious people always attract people with similar traits.

Steve felt a bit of a headache looking at the four distinct camps in front of him. The Avengers seemed to have turned into a strange organization under his leadership.

He thought that maybe he should give Wade the title of a sex abuser, and he didn't know whether this guy was joking or really had a problem with his sexual orientation.

His hands never rested on the chest muscles of the black guy next to him.

"Hey, you damn bastards!"

Steve roared from his position on the Cambridge, and everyone stood at attention the moment he opened his mouth.

Just kidding, in this place you can disrespect anyone, even any god.

But you can never disrespect Steve.

"I don't know what kind of guys we are going to face, but the exoskeleton power armor you are wearing can provide you with some limited protection.

Trust me, this stuff is awesome.

You know, when I first went to the battlefield, I only had a brass shield for juggling. You are much better now, seriously, you sons of bitches should be thankful that Stark is on our side. "

Steve paused after saying this, and Stark, who was standing next to him, showed no intention of speaking.

"Well, it seems that our Mr. Stark doesn't want to talk. Then let me continue. The first thing is that you may all die. The second thing is that your death is so that ordinary people on earth don't have to die. The third thing is that no matter who of you dies, I will avenge you."

After saying this, Steve left Cambridge, and the floating fortress was completely exposed in the universe.

In just a moment, countless electromagnetic signals have locked onto the floating fortress and the guys standing on it.

Steve pulled down his hood; he didn't really need oxygen anymore.

But this old guy has always been insidious. He would artificially set an obvious weakness for himself and hypnotize himself.

For example, he clearly didn't need oxygen any longer, but he still fucking asked Stark to prepare him a suit of armor that could provide oxygen.

To be honest, these old guys all have dirty hearts.

In his previous life, when Steve was hanging out on Tieba, he was not just a troll. God knows how many vicious and ass-breaking ideas were lurking in this shitty place called Tieba.

What if my best friend and I traveled back in time and I became the emperor, what would I give to my best friend?

If you just take a look at the comments section, you will see that both declaring death and declaring becoming a military prostitute can only be described as morally noble.

The rest cannot be introduced here due to scale issues.

"Good news, we're in the right place. Bad news, we're in the wrong place."

Countless light blue eyes opened in the dark starry sky, and even Wade covered his mouth at that moment.

"My God, where are we?"

Stark was a little surprised, and Steve just took a look and spoke.

"Chiritars, the younger brothers among younger brothers, just destroy their mothership."

Steve waved to his subordinates, and soon countless advanced aircraft belonging to Stark Industries flew out.

"Hey, Stark, you know how culture grows wild?"

Steve looked at Stark, who put on his mask and shrugged.

"Anyway, I'm not listening to your nagging. Seriously, do you old guys talk so much? Do you also talk so much during a one-night stand while waiting for the Viagra to take effect?"

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Good luck on your work, everyone.