Rebirth: I am the American leader

Rumlow certainly wouldn't promote his ideas directly.

Because in his opinion, Hydra is the kind of people who are constantly working for world peace.

But in reality, this is an unlucky organization that is not well understood by others.

In other words, Rumlow and the entire Hydra are heroes hiding in the dark.

"No, I'm not hiding anything from you. I just can't understand why your quality is so low."

Rumlow looked at Bruce for a long time before he said anything.

The latter couldn't help laughing when he heard this.

"Hahaha! Oh my god, do you want to see what this place is? Kavish! The scumbag club founded by Steve Rogers.

Every single person you'll find here is an asshole.

As for why I have low quality, hahahahaha, I guess that's why I ended up in Kavesh."

Rumlow frowned when he saw this. He wanted to say something, but he saw a black-salted egg wearing a long windbreaker.

Yes, Nick Fury also lives in Kavish, but of course not in person.

No one knows the specific name of this Skrull, and his identity has not been revealed yet.

But this doesn't make his life any easier. After all, if Kavesh has a public enemy, then Nick Fury must be one of them.

"Hey kids, what are you talking about?"

But this guy just came over as if he was unaware of his identity as the public enemy.

"I'm telling you the truth. I don't like you either, but if I don't beat up the guy who's coming over next, I'll feel like my life is hopeless."

Bruce said this seriously to Rumlow, who nodded in agreement.

Then Nick Fury got his third beating of the week.

It’s worth mentioning that today is just Monday.

Nick Fury was confused. This was completely different from what the original owner told him.

What happened to the agreement that he was above everyone else and below everyone else, and that he could act first and report to the White House later?

How come the fucking morning hasn’t even ended yet and I’ve already been beaten up twice?

He really wanted to find out why, but these guys had no intention of communicating with him at all.

They just took a look at themselves, confirmed their identities, and then started to act.

What the fuck is this?

Is it becoming popular to beat the boss now?

"Are you crazy? I'm the boss of you guys."

“I don’t know if I’m crazy or if the world is crazy, I just heard a nigger saying he’s the boss of you white guys.

I don't know what that means in America, but in Russia, it's the equivalent of saying that the man who grew potatoes in Siberia was a loving father. You know what that means, right?"

It's obvious that Bruce has a lot of experience in fanning the flames.

So at ten o'clock on Monday morning, Nick Fury received his third beating of the week.

What the fuck is this?

Bruce and Rumlow looked at the beaten Nick Fury and exchanged glances.

Meanwhile, outside the camp, Happy was sitting in the passenger seat of a heavy truck, looking at Kavish in front of him.

To be honest, if the supplies weren’t so important this time.

He would never come here even if he died.

There are many magical places in this world.

Take Kavesh, for example.

The owner here is a guy of global low quality, but when he is not in Kavesh.

This military camp named Kavish not only continued to have low overall quality, but also began to become chaotic, disorderly and aggressive.

Especially when it comes to Nick Fury.

And as it happens, Nick Fury is in Kavish right now.

Happy was a little scared, even though he was there to deliver equipment.

But who knows if these scumbags will do something fancy for themselves just because they are in high spirits.

"Honestly, you've been sitting in the car for a while. Can I know what you're going to do?"

The guy who was talking was a dark-haired teenager who looked like he was from the Middle East.

I just don't know whether it is Egypt or some other country.

"I'm going to let you drive into this camp. Damn it, you know why I'm so scared?"

As soon as Happy finished speaking, the boy shifted gears and started.

"Ok sir."

Happy stared at him blankly and began to doubt whether he was the driver found in the mental hospital.

Kavesh is a great place.

It's ten o'clock in the morning and you can see men working out like crazy and men beating each other and cheering.

Although there were indeed only humans here, Happy felt as if he had entered a tiger park.

The only thing that can protect him is the fragile iron sheet around him.

Soon the boy stopped the car, not because someone was blocking the road, but because he had finished the journey.

People around gathered around, most of them looking at the big blue and red truck with curiosity.

"This is how the same thing?"

"I don't know. Maybe the back of this truck is full of explosives and it's here to raze Kavesh to the ground. Did you see the driver? Look at his appearance, even though he's not wearing a small round hat.

But this guy looks Middle Eastern no matter how you look at him.”

The man who spoke had his arms folded, and there was no trace of panic in his tone.

"Where are you from? Delta or Seal?"

"Don't make a fuss. I'm just an ordinary soldier. I served as a commando in Afghanistan for two years. You know that when you are at the front, you never know what is behind the door."

While the two were chatting, Happy reluctantly opened the car door and got out.

"Hello, everyone. I think we do have something to discuss. You know, I personally didn't want to come here. But your new equipment is coming down.

So, please send a few technical sergeants who can understand the manual."

Happy shouted to the gathered crowd.

Ivan pushed through the crowd and walked out. No one was surprised by the Russian's behavior.

Apart from his reckless fighting style, this guy's skills are also impeccable.

"Are you Stark's bodyguard?"

It’s a pity that this guy and Stark have some conflicts.

Happy cried out inwardly that something was not right when he saw the other person's appearance clearly.

What the fuck is this?

"Ha, I'm surprised to see you here. I thought you were chopped up by Mr. Steve."

Happy still had a smile on his face, but his words were not so polite.

"Haha, you Americans all talk the same. What's in here? Is it industrial waste produced by Stark Industries?"

"To be precise, these are power armors produced by Stark Industries. Since you are the technical sergeant here, these things are handed over to you. I hope you don't cause any casualties."