Rebirth: I am the American leader

Steve watched as the two of them began to fight one by one, like wild dogs in the jungle.

This military camp named Kavish is as chaotic as the private life of your goddess.

Here you can see black people fucking white people, white people fucking black people, and Asians beating up some obviously shorter Asians.

In short, even those villains in hell will probably miss the order in hell when they see this place.

Although the order there serves evil, at least it is orderly.

But it's different here, no one knows how things will turn out.

These bastards will do anything to win. You can see guys who have been beaten like dogs, kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy, and then use a mop stick to poke the opponent's anus or hit the opponent's balls when the opponent is careless.

Steve swears to God, he's never been here for more than a day.

He also didn't teach these guys how to be a soldier.

He has absolutely nothing to do with the lack of quality of these bastards.

Of course, he would never admit the nonsense about birds of a feather flocking together.

He believed that this was purely revenge by organizations from various countries. They did not want to see themselves becoming the strongest organizational leaders in the world, so they sent all the thorns in their hands.

Yes, that must be the case.

It's definitely not that he has any low-quality aura about him.

This has nothing to do with him.

In the end, the five people still standing looked sideways at each other. In fact, Kavish was a damn place.

Everyone only respects Steve, because this old guy is not only good at fighting, but he also never shows mercy and does what he says.

Many of them came here because of the video Steve made of Eric Sauce.

As for whether it was to learn the technique of making beef sauce by hand, no one knows.

To Steve's surprise, the Russian who claimed to be Bruce Wayne was also there.

This proves that this bastard is not only morally inferior, but also fucking powerful.

"Steve, do you know what Batman, I, and you have in common?"

"Sorry, I don't think we have anything in common. After all, I am a child with parents. Although they also died, it was a natural death."

Steve played steadily as soon as he opened his mouth, and immediately made the Russian autistic.

He couldn't help but start to wonder if this was what he just wanted to have in common.

"Go on, we must choose the champion today."

Steve said something, and soon the five people looked at each other and the Russian guy had a bye.

They recognized the strength of the Russian guy from the bottom of their hearts. Even if they gave up all their bottom lines, they could not touch this guy's limit.

This is really a sad thing.

The final battle started quickly, and Steve always felt that something was wrong as he watched Dwayne Johnson knock out Schwarzenegger next to him.

But he soon adapted to the fact that the world was inherently chaotic.

Even if Sun Wukong pops up tomorrow, he won't think it's a big problem.

"Seriously, these guys look tough."

Old John pointed at the two black men in front of him. Steve looked at the other person's golden pupils and felt a thump in his heart.

It seems that before going to hell, there are still some small problems in the human world that need to be dealt with.

"Yes, golden pupils. I thought of some bad things. I said, how many vampires are there in you? How long will it take me to kill them all again?"

Old John's mouth twitched, and he began to feel sad for his own people.

But this kind of sadness can't last long in front of Steve. If this kid thinks you have a traitor in the back of your head, it will be great fun to give you a hammer.

"I don't know, but if it goes faster, I think it won't take long."

Steve nodded in deep understanding.

"Then it seems that these guys can be used for three months. What if, I mean what if. If I want to mass-produce vampires like you and him, will it be very troublesome?"

Old John frowned and realized that things were not simple.

Although he didn't know what Steve's plan was, he somehow always felt that the foreseeable fate of his own kind was even more tragic.

"I don't know, I'm actually a product of accident. Wait, what did you say? This kid is also a vampire?"

"I don't know, maybe it's a day walker? Who knows what you call it. Isn't there a saying that if you want to defeat a monster, the best way is to become a monster.

This kid is obviously very strong. "

"I don't quite understand, you know, black vampires are rare."

"I know, I know, witchcraft is actually more popular in your hometown. Vampires are actually very rare. To be honest, I also think that letting black people become vampires is really a stupid thing.

Because you don't seem to be afraid of the sun at all. "

Steve said as he looked at the winners and losers on the field. The final winners were Blade and Johnson.

Steve still doesn't know which film and television character this Johnson is from.

But come to think of it, there are only a few movies.

He was in no hurry to know the answer now.

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Tony Stark.

Driving a car that you developed yourself, geniuses you know often have their own pride.

For example, Stark could actually propose to Pepper directly, but he had to hold a racing competition, win first place, and propose to Pepper at the ceremony.

It seems that only in this way can he feel confident.

So he was very nervous today, even though he had been locked up with this car for almost a week before this.

Even though he knew in his heart that every part of this car represented the ultimate level of the current industry.

Even if he knew he had this car, he was cheating.

But he was still nervous, he didn't know what Pepper liked about him.

Men are always like this, even though they may be prestigious or even dominant outside.

But in front of a woman who truly loves her, she can never find a reason for her to like him.

At the same time, an uninvited guest was watching TV.

In fact, this game is not a game worth looking forward to. Anyone who is a little smart knows that this is a trick for the rich to satisfy themselves.

The attention of this uninvited guest is worth pondering.

But to be honest, Stark, who has lived at Sickle Farm for three months, is now terrifyingly strong.

After all, when a person's moral quality declines rapidly, the lethality of science and technology in his hands will quickly double.

"Hey Jarvis, do you think I can win?"

"Sir, I don't understand your worries. According to my data, the probability of failure in front of this racing car is only 3%. Of course, if you want 100%, I can hack their control system and let them fight. No fire."