Rebirth: I am the American leader

"How is this place?"

Old John shook his head and looked at Steve, his face full of pride.

In front of them was a two-story villa located at a crossroads. It should have been used as some kind of specialty store in the past.

As for the specific store, no one knows.

After all, this is the free America. Maybe you can find unsold guns and ammunition in the basement here. Of course, you may also be able to dig out a few mummies in the walls here.

Anyway, anything is possible.

Steve looked at this place and felt quite satisfied.

This villa is not in a good location for people in Hell's Kitchen.

Because it is so convenient here, police cars from the police can drive directly in front of it without any scruples.

This is not good news for those gangsters, although there is almost no such profession as a cop here.

But no matter what, this is also a very serious hidden danger.

“Honestly, I don’t think this is a very good place. There are no sheltering buildings around here, and the terrain is not high enough.

If someone comes with a Panther tank, I feel like it's not very defensive.

You know what I mean, I mean is there a building that has a little bit more defense? "

Steve rubbed his chin and asked in a serious tone.

Old John raised his eyebrows, what a guy.

This guy sounds like a total war maniac. Could it be that he retired from the battlefield in Afghanistan?

"Listen kid, I don't know what you went through in Afghanistan, but that's in the past.

We are safe now, there is absolutely no need for you to build this into a bunker. "

Steve glanced at the other man and thought about what would happen next in the city.

If nothing else goes wrong, there should be a few alien naughty kids invading the earth next, and then a group of alien mercenaries will invade the earth.

Maybe he'll have to fight a bunch of tin men.

Thinking of this, he suddenly felt that it was necessary for him to live in the bunker.

"Okay, I think you're right. Let's do it here first. If it doesn't work, we can modify it later."

Even so, Steve agreed first.

There’s no other reason than it’s just too cheap here.

You know, this is New York, even though it's in Hell's Kitchen, Manhattan.

But two hundred thousand dollars to buy such a small villa is already a great value for money.

As for the safety issue, just like he said, we can modify it later.

Anyway, with the current technological level of the earth, except for those cutting-edge technologies, it is almost impossible to resist the next crisis.

"Okay, congratulations, this property is yours. To be honest, I have to thank you, this house has been in my hands for fifteen years.

I even thought it was going to fall into my hands. God, I don't know what I would do without a red neck like you! "

"That? You mean, this house belongs to you?"

Steve picked his ears and squinted at the old black man in front of him.

A dangerous and arrogant aura emanated from him, and at that moment Johnk seemed to think that this guy was a native who grew up in Hell's Kitchen.

"What do you mean? Do you want to rob?"

"Robbery? Where can you make money faster than selling a house? If it's 50% off, that's fine. If not, I'll leave now."

Steve stared at the old guy in front of him with an unfriendly look on his face.

Old John let out a long breath.

What a risk, it turned out that he just wanted to bargain. Just now he thought that this kid was going to put a gun to his head and make him sign an agreement.

"The bargaining price is very reasonable, but you can just tell me directly next time."

Old John wiped his sweat and spoke to Steve in front of him.

"Rogers, one hundred thousand dollars is not a reasonable price. Maybe we can close the deal at another price. What do you think of one hundred and thirty thousand dollars?"

"No way! This is fucking exploitation! You white gangsters!"

Steve stared at Old John in front of him, his eyes almost spitting sparks.

"Hey, hey, hey, Rogers! I'm just going to ask you for a little more money, don't act like I'm going to blow your ass off with a shotgun!"

"There's no fucking difference, you white bandit! Just wait, I'll show you the power of American Iai!"

"Hey, hey, hey! Mazefak! Calm down Rogers! Calm down Rogers! One hundred thousand dollars! One hundred thousand dollars for furniture!"

Steve then smiled and reached out to hold the other person's hand.

"Oh, isn't this my close friend Old John? Who frightened you so much? Tell me, as your good friend, I have an obligation to ensure your safety."

"・・・"

Old John wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at him meaningfully.

Does your heart say you are a fucking dog? Will my face change too quickly? And what kind of white bandits did he just talk about? Isn't this guy a Bolshevik?

But he didn't think much about it. Even if he paid 100,000 US dollars to package the furniture, he would still guarantee himself a profit of more than 40%.

"Okay, this house is yours now. Rogers, what are your plans next? You have to understand that if you don't work, sooner or later you will have nothing."

Steve nodded and spoke without much hesitation.

"I plan to open a firm, similar to Blackwater Security Company?"

"Huh? Did I hear you correctly? You open a security company in Hell's Kitchen? Are you crazy?"

Old John stared at Steve, even more terrified than when he had just bargained with him.

"Do you know this is Hell's Kitchen? There are so many gangs here that you can fucking make a man's bowels! You open a security company here? Are you crazy?"

Steve nodded, his face very calm, he pushed open the door and strode in.

However, as soon as he stepped into the room, the experience accumulated over the years on the battlefield made his hair stand on end.

There's someone here, and he's a very good evader.

Because he didn't see this guy when he first came in.

"Hi, my name is Rogers, and I think you're at my house right now. If you don't want to be thrown back into the basket of the priest you've never met, you'd better stand up for yourself!"

Old John didn't say anything, but took out a Winchester from under the shoe cabinet beside him.

Steve looked at him in surprise, and the latter shrugged.

"This is Hell's Kitchen, the freest place in America."

"I understand, I understand, but this gun has to be included in the furniture!"

"Hey! This is a fucking robbery! A naked robbery. This is an antique gun! It's very expensive!"

"Damn rat! You heard me! This is my house now, stand up for yourself!"

"Sorry, I didn't mean to intrude. I think I was looking in the wrong place."

While talking, a young white man wearing sunglasses and a suit walked down the stairs holding a guide stick.