Rebirth: I am the American leader

After saying this, Happy took several steps back.

It was obvious that he didn't want to have too much to do with this Russian named Ivan.

After all, any normal modern slave would not think of killing a conscientious master like Stark.

As a joke, Stark even provided him with a coffee machine.

If there were a list of the top ten slave owners in America, Happy would definitely vote for Stark.

"Stark Industries? Hey guys, Stark Industries' industrial waste has arrived. This delicate stuff can get stuck for any number of reasons, you know, like dust, armpit hair, and the like."

Ivan stared at Happy, trying to see a different expression on the other's face.

The latter just shrugged and said indifferently.

"It doesn't matter. These equipments were sent here at the request of Mr. Steve. You know what it would mean if Mr. Steve couldn't see his ideas come to fruition."

Ivan thought of something not so good and the expression on his face changed.

Ultimately he didn't continue to insult Stark Industries.

In fact he was insulting and helping the Kavish guys get equipped with these power armors from Stark Industries.

To be honest, this matter is quite divisive.

But when it comes to Steve, it doesn't seem so divided.

Ivan looked around impatiently.

The power armor produced by Stark this time is actually not exaggerated.

To be honest, this thing can only be considered as exoskeleton armor.

Of course, if the cost is not taken into account.

Stark can even build a Gundam.

But this thing has no practical significance, especially when Steve is full of weird ideas.

After he finds out that he can make a Gundam, maybe he will really make an Ultraman himself.

Even though these two are not adjacent at all, who can blame him for being Steve?

Stark's power armor is very simple.

But that was only in comparison to his own Iron Man suit.

This power armor looks like a complete set of old-fashioned armor, but there are still many parts from this era inside.

To be specific, it's probably similar to what the Brotherhood of Steel wears in Fallout.

Soon the guys were equipped.

Stark even designed a foolproof wearable for them.

"Wow, this thing is really hard. I feel like superman right now."

Ivan's mouth twitched as he looked at the group of people jumping around, and he turned to look at Happy.

"Stark installed arc reactors on these guys?"

"It's just the first generation, it's enough for them."

Happy nodded and spoke.

"Ha, you look like this, I almost thought you were the chief technician of Stark Industries. Tell Stark that I will improve his design."

Ivan left after he finished speaking.

Happy shrugged. It seemed like the guys from Kavish were pretty nice to the people from Stark Industries.

Come to think of it, why would these guys be rude to their own dad who provided them with the equipment?

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"Zhang Jiuming, your name sounds like it means nine lives. I remember you Chinese often say cats have nine lives, which means cats are hard to kill. Are you just as hard to kill?"

Steve smoked a cigar and looked at Zhang Jiuming, who knew it was a joke.

"This should just be a homonym. In fact, the "Ming" in my name refers to the sea. There is a fish in the North Sea, named Kun. After two years of practice, Kun is so big that he can sing and dance rap without any problem."

Steve looked at Zhang Jiu Ming in confusion, with the expression of an old man on the subway looking at his phone.

The latter held a can of beer in his hand and took a sip in silence.

"Hey, you can't just act like nothing happened. You just told a really bad joke, you know that? A really bad one."

"I wasn't telling a joke, I wasn't even talking."

Zhang Jiuming looked at Steve with confusion.

"You know, I like this Chinese guy. Chinese guys always give Steve a hard time. The same goes for Old Zhou on the farm. Don't you really have a twin brother who's a mercenary?"

Old John and Jonathan were chatting.

"Of course not. This is the thirty-first time you've asked me if I have a twin brother. Come on, how could I have a twin brother working as a mercenary!"

"Don't worry, they will be here soon."

Old John shrugged.

"You said earlier that there were giant creatures that fed on Megalodon?"

"Yes, Mr. Steve. That's why Jonathan and I are here. We found the remains of a Megalodon that we hadn't finished eating on the seabed."

"Wow, this is really interesting. Shrimp eat mud, small fish eat shrimp, big fish eat small fish. The key is, there are always big fish?"

"No, the one that preyed on the megalodon must be the largest animal on the planet. In theory, our planet can only support creatures this big."

"Boy, this world is much bigger than you think."

Steve said as he took a deep drag on his cigar.

The side effects of the Body of Truth appeared at this time. If the two substances, nicotine and ethanol, wanted to achieve the desired effect on him, they would probably require an astonishing dose.

Or simply a lethal dose.

But this does not prevent him from continuing to smoke cigars and drink vodka. Of course, one day in the future he might get a perm.

"Principal, please reply if you receive this."

"Come right down, we have limited time."

Steve listened to the voice coming from the intercom and replied casually.

They do have limited time.

Then several parachutes opened in the air. It seemed that this was another stealth fighter from the X Academy.

"Can you tell me why Charles's things appeared in your hands?"

"Ah? As I recall, aren't they a branch of our San Diego High School? What's wrong with the headquarters using the branch's things?"

Barney said looking at Steve in confusion.

"It's really no problem, but I remember that you are the only one who can fly a plane among you? Now, you are in front of me, so what about this plane?"

Steve asked, pointing at the non-existent plane in the sky.

"I don't know. A blue-haired wild man is driving it."

After saying this, Barney frowned and stared at Jonathan beside Old John.

"Hey, Christmas, where did you get this outfit? I remember our uniforms weren't like this."

Barney's words fell and Christmas' voice sounded behind him.

"Walter?"

The unfortunate fellow's vision was blocked by the parachute, and he had just adjusted his parachute when he heard Barney's nonsense.

"If you don't look at me when you talk to me again, I'm going to beat the shit out of you."

Christmas reached out and patted Barney on the shoulder, and then his eyebrows frowned.

"Hi, Jonathan. Long time no see."