Rebirth: I am the American leader

"The manufacturing process of energy weapons? I thought you already had this kind of thing. Isn't that thing on your chest an energy weapon?"

Steve asked three questions based on his limited knowledge, which made Stark close his eyes.

This old guy talks too much, and it’s really hard to answer.

But even so, Stark answered his question.

"It's not the same. The cost is too high. I need a simple model. Although the power of what they have is not very strong, it is simple enough."

Stark's explanation gave Steve some understanding, although it was not much, but generally enough.

"Okay, I'll have it delivered."

Steve found a fulcrum and pushed the Chitauri mothership, and the already damaged mothership flew towards the portal.

Mordo is indeed the mortal enemy of Master Strange, although he has not yet turned evil.

But in fact, his own strength is already quite amazing.

At least that's true judging by the size of the portal.

Steve looked at Mordo and asked curiously.

"Can everyone in Kamar-Taj break through space like this?"

"They can all be done, but without Master Ancient One, I don't think we can use them proficiently."

It was the first time that Steve heard the explanation of space magic, and he looked at Mordo with some confusion.

"In magic, space is actually a very fragile concept. It can be opened with mental power, or even broken with physical strength.

The question is what space will be after the space is broken."

Mordo's explanation aroused Steve's interest. He did not continue to look at the disappearing mothership, but continued to ask with interest.

"So, what is after the space is broken?"

"It's still space, different space, we travel within the same universe. But essentially we do this by folding the space between different universes."

"But what does this have to do with Ancient One?"

Steve looked at Mordo, who sighed and raised his eyebrows.

That dark face was filled with helpless contempt.

“Although I don’t know how you got the title of Supreme Sorcerer, to be honest, you seem to know nothing about magic.

I wonder what would happen if you were in a hurry?"

Steve looked at Mordo with some confusion.

"Just run over there, you can't do it, right?"

The latter was silent, and he finally remembered the fear he felt when he was dominated by a physical mage on a farm one afternoon before.

Yeah, just run over there.

Anyway, it's just within the earth, so it won't take long to run.

Mordo felt that his spirit and worldview had been raped.

And she was raped by a redneck.

Steve carried the basketball and looked at the universe full of floating objects. He couldn't help but sigh at the desolation of this world.

He wanted to know what was behind those meteor belts, but he had more important things to do right now.

"Clean up the battlefield and bring our people back."

After all, Steve is not Old Man Huang, and he still cares enough about individual human beings.

War is bound to result in death, so Steve led his army of scum into the universe and snatched the technology of energy weapons from the poor and weak Chita warlord.

It can be predicted that the future universe is destined to be filled with Mazefak and Sour Radish.

But that's a story for the future. Now that they have finished the war, all they need to do is distribute the benefits.

But don't ever think that war is just about killing people with weapons.

After all, those politicians may be immoral and shameless capitalists, but they are not mentally ill.

Even though they may be too old to hold their excrement, you can't expect them to sign their names on an A4 paper without sufficient benefits.

Although Steve doesn't need to look at the faces of these politicians, he now has a team of people under him.

It would be embarrassing if I didn't give up some of the benefits.

After much thought, Steve decided to hand over the hull of the Chitauri biological mothership as a new type of material.

Although, in Stark's words, this thing is no different from relying on a defense.

But Steve was just trying to save face.

Are you kidding? Even if he brought back a Chita genital from outer space and gave it to those politicians.

That's considered giving enough face.

No one would refuse the face Steve gives as long as he still wants his head to grow on his own shoulders.

So when Steve was sitting in the conference room, introducing the Chitauri biological mothership shell material to everyone.

The atmosphere among everyone is pretty good.

Of course, that's the wonderful thing about the world.

In a group of sheep there are always one or two who think they are bulls.

Ross, dressed in military uniform, was not impressed by the results Steve offered.

As an American soldier, he never cared whether the world would be destroyed.

In fact, if there really is a weapon that can destroy the world.

The only thing Ross cared about was whether he had the same one in his hand.

Now Ross feels very uncomfortable, his super soldier plan is completed, and the monster named Hulk is very powerful.

But this guy is not controllable. He certainly knows that Dr. Banner is now in San Diego Middle School.

But with Steve here, he wouldn't go looking for Banner even if he was stupid enough.

"Admiral Steve, I think I need to interrupt you. The materials you brought are of vital importance to our scientific research, but I have two personal questions for you?"

General Ross finally couldn't bear it anymore. The more he looked at Steve, the more uncomfortable he felt.

"Oh?"

Steve stopped talking nonsense, in fact he would have continued talking nonsense if no one stopped him.

Anyway, he had read so many online novels in his previous life, so he had a wealth of material in his mind.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Admiral, it's a bit abrupt to ask this. But I want to ask, who are you and your team fighting for?"

"Humanity."

Steve looked carefully and probably remembered this guy's background, so he spoke without hesitation.

"But this is America, and you are a five-star general of America. Do you know your identity?"

Ross's words sounded somewhat accusatory, but Steve sat down instead and put his feet on the conference table.

"I know this is America, and I'm a five-star general in the United States. But the problem is, I can give up my citizenship and the position of general. Since you brought it up, General Ross, I will complete all the formalities today, and I will be an illegal immigrant after tomorrow."