Rebirth: I am the American leader

"So what's up with this guy?"

Old John pointed at Apocalypse in Steve's hand and asked in confusion.

"Come on, John, I thought you melon farmers would know the importance of seeds. You know, these mutants are all about genetics.

Look at him, he can be matched once a day, thirty times a month, and more than three hundred people a year. A whole reinforced company!"

"No, no, no, no, let me confirm again. San Diego High School is a place that gives people hope, right? Why do I hear you say that? Are you a living Mendel?"

Old John looked at Steve in shock.

"And even if this purple-skinned guy isn't considered a human, where can we find so many women? You'll be lambasted by feminists!"

"What are you talking about! What are you talking about! What do you mean by looking for a woman? I want to correct your wording. We can't limit our sights to the Earth. You have to look to the sea of ​​stars. There are so many alien races outside the earth!"

Now not only Old John was surprised, but even Apocalypse, who had already accepted his fate, was surprised.

"No, no, great master, please forgive your humble servant. I am willing to be your blade to destroy all your enemies! Please, don't do this."

Apocalypse finally understood how the guys he had enslaved before felt.

It really doesn't feel good to be treated as consumable by those in a higher position.

"My friend, how can you think of yourself as my servant? Aren't we comrades with the same ideals, coming together for a common ideal?"

Apocalypse's paws are numb.

In terms of strength, the guy in front of him who calls himself the Lord of the Earth crushes him in all aspects.

In terms of cunning, this blond brother has surpassed his understanding.

Not to mention his hopeless hypocrisy.

It's hard to imagine what kind of environment could produce such a scumbag.

But now, in order to avoid becoming a stud, Apocalypse had to continue speaking as he said.

"Yes, we are comrades with the same ideals. So, Mr. Steve, can you give comrades the most basic human rights?"

"What? What do you mean I don't give you human rights? There are countless exotic women from different planets and civilizations. I want you to sleep with them. Yes, I admit that you may be tortured by the difference in aesthetics. But you can't put your personal interests above our ideals, right?

Then, as the principal, I will not consider you as a comrade anymore."

Cold sweat ran down Tianqi's brow bone, and he hated why he had no eyebrows.

He was afraid that his cold sweat would cause Steve's dissatisfaction.

Oh my God, when will this former Pharaoh start to consider other people's feelings?

"No, Principal, you are right. How can I hinder our ideals because of my personal likes and dislikes?"

Old John gave a thumbs-up.

How else could you have survived Steve's hands?

Who the hell can be more shameless than you?

"I really saw you right!"

Old John finally understood why Ci and Su had fallen out with each other.

Look at what this bastard named Steve did. Even if he wasn't involved, he would have found it unbearable.

"Let me interrupt you, so, aren't we here to take out some mutant villain who's planning on destroying the world?"

Old John stroked his chin with one hand and looked at Steve with confusion.

"Where is the mutant villain who plans to destroy the world! This guy has only one good comrade, Apocalypse!"

"Forget it, as long as you're fucking happy. But don't even think about opening a breeding factory on the farm."

Old John was very helpless. Steve's ideas were becoming more and more vicious recently.

So much so that everyone will subconsciously choose not to offend him.

"Do you feel that there is something different about the principal?"

Parker frowned and looked at Carl, who shrugged.

"What's different?"

"Even when he faced an enemy before, he would just kill them directly at most. He never tortured them like this."

"You don't understand that we are facing an entire universe, and everyone has to play a role."

Carl looked at Parker with eyes as cold as if he had been a political commissar in the dark universe for a thousand years.

"What do you mean?"

Parker looked at Carl, very puzzled as to why his prostate was so prominent even though they were classmates.

"Don't you understand? Think about what the principal said just now. There are countless civilizations and countless races."

"That's impossible. Many people will die."

"Many people will die if we don't go."

Wayne, who had been silent, spoke again with a calm tone and expression.

But the more this happened, the less likely anyone would refute his words.

What he said is true.

Looking back now, what the principal has been doing is integrating resources.

In the process, some people could not be used, some killed too many people, and some violated his basic principles.

Everyone thought of Kavish and the rumored expedition to Hell.

This would be a very cruel thing to do, but from now on, it is also something that has to be done.

"By the way, are you interested in joining the Hell Crusade? I remember that after our exam, Mr. Stark will need some time to prepare the power armor."

Parker spoke up.

Sometimes, the trajectory of life will not discuss with you how to go.

He will suddenly shine brightly at some point, and you can't refuse, you can only tell yourself that it is worth it.

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It has been two days since leaving Egypt, and Steve did not continue to take the X-Men plane.

As a person who had never been to sea, he decided his next itinerary the moment he saw the sea.

However, considering the difficulty of Apocalypse's task, he asked everyone except Old John and Ivan to go back first.

He was not worried about Tianqi escaping. Anyway, as long as this feudal slave owner dared to run away, he would have enough reasons and time to extend the spring holiday.

"Honestly, Steve, you look like a redneck from Brooklyn. What are you going to catch with a whole tuna? A great white or a tiger shark?"

“Why can’t it be a blue whale?”

Karl was a little confused.

Richard cast the rod skillfully and said while trying not to laugh.

"In fact, blue whales are gulpers, just like pythons, but their esophagus is not so elastic. So, they can't eat tuna."

"Damn it, I'm done with this big guy. He could have just said blue whales don't eat tuna, but I feel like a fool when he explains it."

"Don't say that, Carl. It's not fair to the idiot."

Parker comforted her very considerately.

This time Carl almost hooked the fishhook in Parker's ditch.