Rebirth: I am the American leader

"Sir, this is blackmail. I will file a complaint against you to the Education Bureau."

Carl was relatively calm, but Steve was calmer than him.

"Two things. First, you have to call me principal. Second, the Education Bureau does not recognize my legal status, so just go ahead!"

Now it was Karl's turn to not know what to say.

Complaints are a threat that is destined to remain in a civilized society.

"So, bitch, where do you want to send me a complaint letter now?"

"Mr. Principal, I would like to know what position you would offer me?"

Steve looked at Carl, whose attitude had calmed down, with a satisfied smile on his face, and handed the gun in his hand to Wade, who had regained consciousness.

"Informant, in your words, is called an undercover agent."

"I won't betray my friends."

"I don't need you to betray them. I have plenty of ways to know what you are thinking. I want you to restrain these guys as a student.

I heard you were a school bully? "

"No, I'm not. Compared with Wayne, I'm not a school bully."

Carl muttered quietly, and Steve raised an eyebrow at that.

"Wayne, a little skinny white kid?"

"Do you know this guy too?"

Steve whistled happily and ruffled Carl's hair.

"I know, ha, it seems that the screenwriters in this world are not very good. They actually put you two together, and things started to get interesting.

Take me to meet this boy. It seems that you two have the final say here, right? "

"Not entirely, Mr. Principal, Alexey and the others are not from the same group as us."

Carl confessed honestly that he knew that the principal with the same name as Captain America was not someone to be dismissed.

It's not a wise choice to mess around in front of him.

"Yeah, those gangsters are definitely not on the same page as you. What you do seems a bit trivial to them."

As Steve spoke, he pulled Carl out by the collar and motioned for him to lead the way.

"Oh, Captain, what are you doing now? You look like a villain integrating gang forces. Which court should we attack next? Is our school going to choose a new talker?"

Wade stared at Steve and kept talking, and Steve shrugged.

"Get your family settled before the fight. Don't forget we have to go find Ajax."

The speed of the few of them was very fast, and those students who were usually stubborn and stubborn all consciously avoided when they saw the well-equipped and murderous people.

You may not believe it, but Wayne, whom Carl calls another giant of San Diego High School, is actually a good student.

For example, this guy’s biggest hobby during breaks is reading. When Steve found him, he was lying on his desk reading a book intently.

To be honest, if Carl looked like a street gangster, then Wayne looked like an ordinary nerd.

Yes, and the kind of nerd who looks harmless.

"I guess we should get to know each other, but just in case you don't know me. Hello, my name is Steve Rogers, the new principal of this school.

I want to give you a job as a school janitor. This is your colleague. "

Steve pushed Carl out and looked at Wayne with a smile on his face.

"School janitor?"

Wayne was still a little confused about what was happening. Steve nodded and reached out to ruffle the boy's hair.

Well, it feels soft and tough, much better than Carl's prickly head.

"what can I do?"

"Be yourself and keep bullying out of this damn place. I think we can do it, and of course I will train you."

Steve said as he took out the school rules from his hand.

This thing was printed out by Principal Henry. It looks quite rough at the moment, just a thick stack of A4 paper.

"Next, you have to drive security guards to patrol the school. Of course, I will pay you a reasonable salary. I think five hundred dollars a month is a reasonable price.

The premise is that you two cannot violate school rules, otherwise I will punish you personally. "

After saying this, Steve extended his hand to him, and the latter shook hands with him, his expression relatively calm.

But in fact, a monthly salary of five hundred dollars is actually quite good, at least in Steve's memory.

In their previous life, many college graduates there could not get this salary.

Carl whistled cheerfully when he saw this, with a look on his face full of happiness.

Five hundred dollars was enough to get him out of his family's poverty, but Wayne still looked lukewarm.

"I like your cold face. It reminds me of a friend from my past. To be precise, he and I are not friends."

Steve smiled, turned around and gave instructions to the members of the Suicide Squad.

"Look for the teachers in each class and catch all those who have violated school rules in the past few days. I will mark the punishment later."

As he spoke, he casually handed the gun to Wayne.

"From today on, you have to deal with me permanently."

The latter stood up, holding a gun, and stood beside the death squad members.

"Wow! That's a good boy! Barney is going to love him, I'm serious!"

Longger screamed strangely, Christmas chuckled, and stared at each other with eyes full of appreciation.

"Boy, you're still far behind."

"Maybe."

Wayne finally spoke his first words of the day, not forgetting to load his gun as he spoke.

"War has been declared! Hahahahaha! I bet twenty dollars that this kid will be even better than he was at Christmas!"

Caesar shouted loudly, and several old guys around him followed suit.

Steve gave them a middle finger, turned around and left the teaching building with Wade.

Old John and Tony were smoking in the principal's office, which was the office Henry prepared for Steve.

He's already been occupied by two guys, Old John and Tony, even before he's even been here.

"I said this is a good thing. You can't explain why things in some places are good. Tobacco can grow everywhere."

"You're right. Tobacco can grow anywhere, but Cuban cigars are the best."

"Is it really because this thing was rubbed on the girl's soft thighs?"

"Come on Tony, you come from the upper class, you should know that those guys you call masters are bad old men like me.

Are you sure this is who you say it is? "

"Who knows, but I believe there will always be young and beautiful girls in the cigar shop. Maybe the one I am smoking was the one she rubbed on her young body."

"I'm really tired of you capitalists' faces!"

Old John raised his middle finger at him.