Rebirth: I am the American leader

"I know. I just want to say that we should just forget about this fish. But from now on, you can't fish from the deep sea. Note that I'm talking about the seabed, which is the extreme deep sea environment.

You can no longer fish from here, but the creatures there remain in their original state and are of great research value.

Any loss is for all mankind.”

Steve looked at Leng Feng, who had a sincere expression, and rarely said anything nonsense, but nodded.

"Okay, your suggestion is quite pertinent. I accept it. Would you like to have lunch on the boat? Old John caught the squid himself."

Now it was Zhang Jiu Ming and Jonathan's turn to be excited, as they both recognized Steve.

"Well, you are Principal Steve, right? Captain America, I want to know why you chose to open a school in Hell's Kitchen. To be honest, this plot is too old-fashioned."

Jonathan wanted to make a joke to get closer.

Steve looked at the other person and said with a smile.

"You know, first of all I'm a bit of a prude, and secondly I was just so overwhelmed by the world. I had no idea what the world was like, let alone how to survive in it.

It just so happened that a Russian arms dealer named Big Ivan gave me a commission, and I thought, since I have the money, why not do it?

That's all my reasons, what about you? Or why do you two want to do this job?"

"That's a long story, I'll try to be brief, but before that, could you tell them to put their guns away?"

Zhang Jiu Ming looked at Carl with a stern expression and the rifle in his hand, and finally understood why compulsory education should be popularized in the country.

The unfortunate kids of this age are in their prime and lawless.

"Carl, there's really no need for you to be so nervous. There's no one on this ship who needs your protection. Maybe Wayne is one of them?"

Steve smiled and pressed down the barrel of Carl's gun. "You have to understand that we live in a country where guns are not banned. In fact, his behavior is relatively docile."

Zhang Jiu Ming nodded in agreement, and Parker, who had put away his gun, came over curiously.

"Are those pressure suits you're wearing? They look like space suits, which is cool. But why do they have so many useless parts? They're just for maintaining a stable internal pressure, right?"

Jonathan looked at Parker who was like a curious baby and couldn't help but want to tease him.

"Oh? It seems you are very interested in physics?"

"Not really. I'm mainly interested in nuclear physics."

Parker looked at Jonathan and said very sincerely.

"But you, you actually knew that what I just talked about was physics? I originally thought that a guy like you could only play with throwing knives, shooting guns, and racing cars."

"You made me sound like a professional killer or something like that, but I'm actually a scientific researcher."

Jonathan frowned.

This curious baby who looks like a nerd doesn't speak very nicely.

In fact, Peter Parker is considered a good kid with good manners and good manners in San Diego Middle School.

But the problem is that it is San Diego Middle School after all, the honorary principal is Steve, and the actual manager is the Punisher Frank Ultimate Boarding School.

Even if you are a waste, you are still poisonous.

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The other side of the world.

Seriously, Stark wanted to poach Steve's security team for the 300th time.

This is not alarmist or anything.

But the four people he had worked so hard to find were too fucking abstract.

Although these four people performed well in the Buggy incident in the early stage, things seem to be different now.

The psychopath named Lightning was keen on playing all kinds of roles. To be honest, if he hadn't discovered it in time, this bastard would have had to perform a hemorrhoidectomy on Happy and then block his entire retreat.

Not to mention the damn Duke, this bastard has only been here for three months and he's already collected the phone numbers of all the female employees of Stark Industries.

As for the strange head, he is a poor guy who was struck by lightning and suffered from acrophobia.

The only normal general among the four of them was a guy with a lot of hatred and resentment.

Stark felt very sympathetic towards his situation and said that he could understand why this guy was so bitter and resentful.

No matter who has these three capable men under his command, he probably wouldn't be in such a good mood.

"You know, our security needs to be strengthened."

Stark spoke as he looked at the General, who nodded.

"Yes, Mr. Stark, what do you think?"

"I was wondering if you've ever considered changing a few of the players? I know a good agent. If you have any ideas, maybe you can get a discount by mentioning my name."

"Hey! Boss, our security force is very strong. With the four of us plus Jarvis, basically no one can escape our sight."

The Duke posed in a very showy way.

"Yeah, but guess what? No one can escape Jarvis' sight without the four of you."

Stark curled his lips.

Are you kidding me? You four are trying to tie together a sale with Jarvis?

"And you, Lightning, I don't care if you're really mentally ill or not. But if you run to the women's restroom and cosplay as a toilet again, I'll send you to Scythe Farm!"

"What is that place? Is it fun?"

Lightning, who had no idea about the situation, looked innocent.

Although Steve is very famous, he has not exposed his identity as the owner of Sickle Farm.

So now everyone only knows that Captain America has been renamed American Superman, but they don’t know yet that this guy runs a sickle farm.

As for your question why no one disclosed his privacy?

He didn't even say it himself, but you are spreading rumors everywhere. Do you have eight baskets?

"It's really fun. For example, if you cosplay as a toilet there, there's a good chance you'll actually become a toilet."

"Well, Mr. Stark, I think we know what we did wrong. The power armor for Camp Kavish is ready and has been delivered. Nothing went wrong this time, but I still want to ask.

What are we going to do?”

Stark looked at him, smiled and said.

“Do you believe in God?”

“As an American, I believe in God.”

"So you believe in Hell, too?"

“That’s what I believe, of course.”

"Our main goal this time is to ask God how many divisions he has, and to clean up Hell while we're at it."

"Do you know what you're talking about?"

"The question is not whether I knew it or not, the question is whether Steve knew it or not, and whether they knew it or not."

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This point has been updated, everyone knows what it means, right?

If we don't refresh our batteries for love, I think it will be difficult for us to end up like this.