Rebirth: I am the American leader

"Field troops? I think the way you know about field combat must be P-station. Hey! That black-haired bastard, if you dare to take your pants down a little bit, I will shove my gun into your anus!"

Old John has been here before and knows the situation here quite well.

So he cursed unscrupulously.

The black man with black hair provocatively took off his pants.

Steve couldn't help laughing when he saw this.

When the latter saw Steve, he quickly put on his pants and saluted a standard military salute at a very fast speed.

Well, this prickly head is actually a guy with extremely high military qualities.

In fact everyone in this camp is basically the same.

Poor qualities, no fixed moral quality, and extremely high military quality.

It stands to reason that the best destination for these guys should be a fucking court martial.

But after Xavier Academy for Gifted Youngsters sent Logan, these guys immediately found their home.

A destination little better than a court-martial.

At least in a military court, you can know whether you will die or not.

It's different with Steve. You know you're going to die, but you don't know how.

"Okay, soldier, tell me how your equipment is. I asked Stark to work overtime for several days to make it. If you break it, I guarantee that you will have to polish your armor in the camp for the rest of your life. ”

As Steve spoke, he walked towards the camp. After only taking two steps, the pornographic magazines and messy clothes everywhere showed that this must not be the territory of the Viet Cong.

"Oh my god you guys look as desperate as a widow's lingerie. Seriously, don't you guys have something fun to do?"

Steve stood in the center of the camp, arms spread like a great orator. -

"Let's choose the one who can fight the best, shall we?"

"it is good!"

"You bastards! You're done. I'm going to beat you until you give yourself a mouth!"

The man who spoke had a big beard and a head of wild brown curly hair, and Steve thought of a bear when he looked at him.

"Wait, no no no, Steve you can't participate!"

Steve looked at him and laughed. He thought this guy was interesting.

"What's his name?"

"He said his name was Bruce Wayne. Russia sent him here. They say this guy has been in jail for almost his entire life."

"Russia? I thought the bald eagle would not let these guys set foot here even if it died."

"Not necessarily, like the Black Widow in S.H.I.E.L.D.?"

Old John said casually, Steve nodded and looked at Batman's fat figure.

"This fat guy says he is the strongest here after me! If no one of you objects, I will take him out to have some fun."

These words exploded the nest, and soon, all kinds of people rushed out from every corner of the barracks.

The imaginary melee did not happen, because Steve himself was standing here.

And these guys are very experienced in picking the guys who can play the best.

Soon they were divided into groups and chose promotion and elimination.

Richard and Parker were a little eager to give it a try, and Steve shook his finger at Parker.

"No, no, no, what you're going to do now is inhumane. I don't recommend you do this. I'm serious."