Rebirth: I am the American leader

Tony Stark.

This white man, who has been living and drinking since he became an adult, heard such incredible words from someone else for the first time.

"Do you know how old I am?"

"I know, but a Chinese friend of mine once said that as long as the age difference is more than twenty years, you can treat the other person as a child unscrupulously.

I think this is absolutely correct, so you are a child. "

Steve said as he stepped on the ground and continued.

"Besides, this kind of wine is really only alcohol, and it's not the kind of edible alcohol. I remember that this is supposed to be used for disinfection. I don't want you to drink yourself into a fool. This way I won't be able to get along with you after I die. Stark explains."

As Steve rambled on, Tony had already put a blindfold on himself.

"Come on, boss, if I were you, I wouldn't keep nagging. The little devils nowadays won't be like us at that time, who kept listening to their uncles talking about how they didn't spend money to find the most beautiful girl in the red light district. Black girl."

"Ha, your uncle must not be named Tom."

Steve and Old John just laughed it off and let the matter go.

The plane flew very smoothly this time, perhaps because I was not in a hurry.

Steve leaned against the side of the plane and looked at the scenery outside through the window.

The sea fruit is really just a reflection of the sky. There is almost nothing on the dark sea except white waves.

Everyone else on this plane was asleep.

Especially Wade, he is the youngest and sleeps best.

Coulson sat next to Steve without knowing it.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?"

"To be honest, it's not that great. I've seen the sea more than once. At that time, I also took my Howling Commandos with me, and we traveled back and forth between the two continents.

Sprinkle blood on the battlefield for the justice in your heart. "

"I know, but the war is over, Captain. It's a new world now, and no one has to sacrifice."

Coulson had a smile in his eyes and he looked at Steve like a student who got an A in his class.

"Indeed, on the surface, this world is well taken care of by you. But this place is no different from the era when I was sleeping. The descendants of the poor boys in Brooklyn are still poor boys. The poorest poor people still don't have enough to eat. Extreme guys still want to save the world by their own means.

In essence, this place is no different from our time. Everything looks good, but no one knows whether a madman will pop up tomorrow and want to change the world because of his own ideas. "

There was no blame in Steve's words, but Coulson sensed a deep weariness from him.

"Don't be so pessimistic."

"I'm not pessimistic, this is the fact. You have done a good job, but in the final analysis, you are still narrow-minded."

After Steve said this, Coulson thought of a possibility and looked up at Steve in horror.

The latter just smiled kindly, with an inexplicable look in his eyes.

"So what kind of world do you want most?"

"No oppression."

Steve was blunt and didn't mince words.

Although he was an Internet troll in his previous life, this guy joined the party in college.

Although more hardcore.

But if you have actually lived in the countryside, you will find that the older party members are actually very similar to Steve.

In other words, they don’t go online very much and don’t argue with people much, which is what it would be like if they also go online and argue with people.

Haha, are you still a troll on the internet?

Dominate the online world through direct warfare.

"Isn't there oppression?"

Coulson looked at Steve, the black ocean lining his eyes with a calm aura.

"Maybe you're right."

Finally he said this.

Steve didn't say anything. In fact, since he traveled to the Marvel world, he already knew a shocking fact.

There are no teachers in this world.

Even his homeland has never been invaded.

In this damn world, there is no disaster in the country on the other side of the ocean. More than a hundred years of humiliation have been wiped out by a few illiterate screenwriters.

No wonder these sons of bitches didn’t even know about the Nanjing Massacre.

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After the plane landed, Steve took a few people directly back to school. It seemed that San Diego Middle School had regained some of its spirits in the past few days.

The atmosphere here is not the kind of atmosphere where everyone is positive and upbeat, but the atmosphere of smog and chaos in the past.

Fortunately, Henry is here these days, and those guys who have gone too far have been recorded.

The special firearms that Steve had customized from Big Ivan also arrived.

You may not believe it, but a gun that shoots rubber bullets is actually more expensive than an ordinary Wincheston.

"What's the point? Fake guns are actually more expensive than real guns?"

Steve paid the bill while cursing and looking at Big Ivan fiercely.

"You should get a better discount on bullets, right? This is a big deal. You know how bad the students in that school are, right?"

"In fact, these guns are already discounted. I mean, this thing is already very cheap. Bullets are my profit point, there is no way I can give them to you. Business is business, you have to understand, I can't break the rules."

"Okay, you black-hearted profiteer, just wait, I will definitely reimburse you for the bullet I shot your son Alexei, you bastard."

"Hey! You can't do that to my kid!"

Big Ivan became a little anxious when he heard this, and Steve spread out his hands.

"Come on, do I need to target that bastard Alexei? He broke all the school rules I set in one day. If I wasn't waiting to collect the bounty from the FBI, I would go back and kick this guy's ass right now."

Steve said as he viciously took the gun and bullets from the counter.

Soon, Santa, Yin Yang and others each got one, while Barney went directly to the FBI contact point.

He has been a mercenary for decades, and he has many ways of converting corpses into gold coins.

"Okay, let's take action. Stark, you also bring a gun and come with us."

"What? You mean you want me to get a gun? Where do you think this is? A plantation hundreds of years ago?"

Stark looked at Steve's face which was full of rejection.

"Hey, did you see that? That biker gang brought back a damn bitch! Who do you think is up there between the two of them?"

"It should be Principal Steve. He looks at men a little better. But his taste in people is also very poor. Doesn't the boyfriend he found look good?

Like, like. "

"Like what?"

"It's like an old woman raising three children by herself in a red light district."

"Steve, give me a gun!"

Stark couldn't help it and snatched the gun from Steve.