Rebirth: I am the American leader

Christmas explains to Barney who Heisenberg really is, after all, for an elderly man like him.

It is not an easy task to keep abreast of new terms in the world.

"I just like the feeling of calming myself down, the smell of smoke is great here, I force myself to calm down.

You know, I'm after this feeling of total concentration.

I can't find this feeling anywhere else. "

"Yes, you were born to belong to the battlefield."

Barney nodded and neatly packed the loot with the caliph's turban.

The blood seeped through the turban and dripped on the desert, blooming into brilliant flowers.

"Honestly, Barney, have you ever thought about what happens after retirement?"

Yin Yang casually kicked away the sand solidified by blood, turned around and asked.

"Retirement? I thought being a school security guard was the retirement option for us old guys."

"Don't kid yourself. There's no way a school security guard would do this. Besides, Big Mike from Hell's Kitchen isn't someone who would take on this kind of business.

I remember him being as much of a warmonger as some fat viper. "

"Isn't this wonderful? It's like the process of life. It's generally stable and unchanged, but it will ignite a bright light at a certain moment."

Longgren came over with a cigar in his mouth.

"And I think this principal must have an amazing past."

"I never thought you bastards could be so artistic when you're not drinking. What do you call this? A post-event speech? Let's go home quickly and hand this damn guy over to the FBI so we can enjoy the money and live happily ever after."

Christmas said nonchalantly, and the others looked at each other with teasing smiles.

"It looks like the birds want to go back to their nest."

"I have to remind you, we usually talk about lairs."

Caesar laughed extremely meanly.

But Christmas just gave them the middle finger and turned away.

By the time they found Steve, the biker was setting off fireworks with a down-and-out insurance salesman.

"I didn't know you had this hobby, what is it?"

Barney pointed at the flames in front of him, and Longger just glanced at it.

"Haha, boss, this is called thermite. But did any of us bring this thing out?"

“It’s true that no one brings it, but such a simple thing is not difficult for me.

Introduce yourself, Tony Stark. "

Longger narrowed his eyes and stared at the down-and-out insurance salesman in front of him, and stretched out his hand to him.

"Lundgren."

"It seems that you are very knowledgeable about chemistry?"

"I went to MIT."

"Oh, I like your experience, a highly educated executioner. I thought this kind of person would look more elegant. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to slander you."

"Boss, do we have to take this guy back alive? If I beat him into a vegetative state, can I blame it on the terrorists?"

"For the sake of money, give me face."

Steve smiled and patted Gunnar's shoulder.

"A lot of money?"

"He just added another million, so it is indeed a lot of money."

Steve rubbed his nose and said unwillingly.

To be honest, he didn't really like the way Tony spoke either.

But who made him believe in the God of Wealth?

"Haha, are you interested in coming to work at Stark Industries? I guarantee you can earn more than you would here."

"Forget it, I don't think your company can give me a high salary. Besides, why is Stark Industries looking for a top mercenary?"

"I've already signed a contract with them, and the liquidated damages are terrible."

Steve tried to persuade him with the compassion typical of a capitalist. Tony glanced at Lundgren and said with some regret.

"That's such a shame."

"I just wanted to ask, what's going on with this Django? He looks the same as the American cowboys from centuries ago, but I remember that black people at that time were still working as farm tools."

Wade looked at Old John up and down with his unrecognizable face, and the words in his mouth could be said to be quite offensive.

But fortunately, Old John was not a bad person. He looked at Wade, and when he saw his face full of hyperplasia scars, he took a breath of air and pretended to be amazed.

"God, your face looks worse than my dick. Isn't it your dick that they used when you sold your ass outside?"

Wade looked at him and then at Steve, the excitement and excitement in his eyes were beyond words.

"I knew your place would be a good place. I would definitely have no shortage of people to chat with here."

Seeing this, Steve could only smile bitterly. The bad news was that a new victim appeared, and the good news was that the victim was not him.

In response, Steve said that it would be better for him to die than for his friend to die, since he had bought insurance for Old John anyway.

"Everyone is here, it seems we can go home."

Steve said as he tapped twice on the phone Coulson gave him, and soon the roar started again.

"Captain, have you wiped out all the enemies?"

Coulson said in surprise as he looked at Steve.

"You said this, I'm sorry, I didn't know their strength was so low. I thought they would be stronger than the Germans, you know. This is my first war in the new world, and I'm not very used to it."

Steve said sorry, Coulson saw Steve's mouth twitching, but in the end he couldn't say anything.

After all, although these fanatics are similar in mental state to the German devils, their military literacy is far behind.

"Sorry, I think we might be able to establish a long-term cooperative relationship in the future. We have sent someone to help you go through the process. What do you want to call this company?"

"Would you like to name it? I'm not very good at it, why not just call it Veteran's BBQ."

"Ok?"

Coulson looked at Steve and blinked.

He understood what Steve said, but he couldn't figure out what Old Deng meant by that.

Veteran BBQ Security Company?

How the hell does this sound unserious?

"I don't quite understand, but are you sure you're awake, Captain?"

Steve looked at him, nodded and said.

"Of course I'm awake, so just do it. The new company has a new atmosphere, and our business scope will be very large in the future."

Steve said as he led Tony onto the plane.

"Why do you have to call it this name? Don't you think it's tacky?"

"No, just imagine. From now on, our group's code names will be changed to Taco, hot dog, shrimp, spaghetti and the like.

Then the news will report that a very evil and powerful villain was defeated by Pipi Shrimp.

Believe me, death is bearable, but the reputation of being defeated by Pipi Shrimp is hard to say. "