Rebirth: I am the American leader

"This has taken a little longer than I thought. I always thought that studs like you would disappear after completing your mission. Speaking of which, do you know who your father is? I mean, have you met him?"

"Even though I always knew you were a jerk, it's really offensive for you to ask. I didn't know who my dad was. Everyone still lived on plantations back then."

Old John was a little helpless, and Steve showed an understanding look on his face.

"I knew your age was unimaginable. Think on the bright side. At least there are no plantations now. I'll treat you to a meal later."

Steve said casually, the anxiety in his expression no longer existing.

"God damn it, you racist bastard should go to hell. Why does it have to be?"

"Don't think so. I just happened to see it for sale."

This time Steve wasn't deliberately making a joke, but there really was someone selling it on the street.

Holy Mother, although he is a vicious guy, he is not that bad.

"Come on, you dirty-hearted bastard, who knows how bad you can be."

"Okay, okay, I was wrong just now. Let's go in now. Seriously, aren't you curious about what this place called the Pyramid of Khufu looks like inside?"

Steve walked out while talking, and Ivan and Bruce followed him.

The Pyramid of Khufu, an unimaginable architectural wonder.

There are still many unsolved mysteries and scams surrounding it.

But all this is completely meaningless to Steve and others.

The coordinates given by Mordo are here, so the mutant who has the potential to destroy the world should also be here.

Steve never worried about being cheated.

Let's say that.

If he hadn't gotten rid of an old mummy in this pyramid.

Then the black wizard in Kamar-Taj will have to recall everything he experienced when he crossed the Atlantic.

Steve is not a nice guy.

It would be fatal to make him your creditor.

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"I say, you are really students of San Diego High School. It seems that Barney and his gang were too lenient in their training of you. I thought you should at least hurt me."

Logan took off his hat, revealing his unshaven face.

"You, you, you, and of course you Wade. You all look like dried dog shit. Hurry up, Mr. Steve will be here soon. You don't want him to see you lying on the ground, do you?"

Wade wailed as he got up from the ground. "Damn it, that punch you just threw must have hurt my hippocampus. Damn it, I can't seem to remember when I lost my virginity. You are fucking responsible for this!"

"If you don't mind, I'll pierce your groin right now with the spear next to me. Seriously, where do you spend your time? Sitting at home playing video games, hoping your lover will find you among a pile of takeout boxes? You should at least cheer up.

I remember before your dick got burned, you could split bullets with your knife. Look at what you've become now, a piece of crap filled with mayonnaise."

Logan kept on chattering, totally ignoring Deadpool's increasingly ugly expression.

Anyway, it would be pointless for these two guys to fight.

Logan can't kill Wade, and Wade can't kill Logan either.

In fact, for guys like them with extremely abnormal self-healing abilities, no matter how painful it is, it is only a temporary thing for them.

So there is no point in suffering, at least physical suffering is meaningless.

"Come on, you're just jealous of my previous handsome face."

"Hehe, has anyone ever told you that you look like a mushroom? The kind that looks pretty on top but has a very thin stem. You can masturbate with just two fingers, so I'm jealous of you?"

San Diego High School is a good place. Anyone who spends some time here can make great progress in the skill of insulting.

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Steve kicked away the wailing gravekeepers in the passage. Most of those guys who could still wailed were the masterpieces of the four little ones.

As for those guys who were sleeping soundly, that was the work of two old guys, Logan and Deadpool.

"Did you expect there would be so many people here?"

Old John looked at Steve, who shook his head.

"Aren't you worried that these guys might hurt the children?"

"Kids? You call a 190-foot-tall, 115-kilogram guy a kid? You call the guy who can fight ten super-powered criminals alone, and then destroy 40 kilograms of paper materials and falsify accounts in front of me a kid? You call the guy who single-handedly achieved the modernization of the armed forces of San Diego Middle School a kid? Come on, they are just a group of little monsters in adolescence who don't know how to get along with the world and themselves."

Steve said this casually, and Old John, who was following behind him, thought about it and it seemed to be true.