Rebirth: I am the American leader

Old John poked his head out of the office and shouted to Steve, who immediately showed excitement on his face.

"Haha, here comes my good stuff!"

He laughed strangely and rushed out.

As a loyal Marvel fan, one of the things he can't refuse is to get his hands on Captain America's shield.

What's more, he also equipped himself with an excellent one-handed weapon according to his own ideas.

As for the inspiration for this weapon.

Don't ask, just ask: he is actually a kind-hearted pastor.

Outside San Diego High School, Happy stood in front of a black van, looking like a mafia boss's henchman.

"Hello, principal, I now believe that your parents are ardent fans of Captain America. This is the one-to-one replica of the shield you requested. Believe me, this thing is exactly the same as the one used by Captain America.

As for this warhammer, to be honest, your taste is not very good. "

Happy now completely treats Steve as his peer, so he speaks almost recklessly.

But it’s better this way, at least Steve doesn’t need to maintain any false personality.

"What do you know? This is a big killer."

Steve said as he took a suitcase from the other person.

"Oh, by the way, Tony asked me to bring this to you."

Happy said as he pulled out another suitcase, "He said that except for the different color, this thing has better performance than the one you used before."

Steve didn't say anything, just took the two suitcases, smiled at him and said.

"You're all here, let's have lunch here. In work, you need to know how to combine work and rest. What's the saying?

Work all morning and take a day off. Look, you are here. "

Happy didn't take Steve's instigation seriously at all. Just kidding, the cafeteria at San Diego Middle School wasn't very good either.

As for beauties.

Forget it, these are students.

Even if this is a free and open America, he cannot accept this kind of thing.

After all, it's useless for him to accept this kind of thing. Steve, the old antique, has to accept it.

He had heard before that this old guy was going to customize a very ugly school uniform for them, just to prevent them from falling in love prematurely.

Listen to this crazy idea.

The Taliban in the Middle East have to advise you not to be so extreme.

"Come on, you don't have a great cook here. Tony said he has no clue yet, but there's a guy named Kingpin who might have a clue."

"Huh? Kingpin?"

Steve frowned, then smiled.

Isn’t this just darkness under the lamp?

How could the underworld emperor in New York not do some human trafficking business?

Do you think he is Maitreya Buddha because he is fat?

Thinking of this, Steve nodded and looked up at Happy.

"Do you know where there is a tailor shop? I may need a high-end suit. You know I don't often attend grand occasions."

"Huh? A suit? I know where they can make it. But it will take a long time. Can you wait?"

"I can add money."

Steve said sincerely, and the latter shrugged and opened the car door.

"I'm starting to believe that you and Tony are friends, you both are equally annoying sometimes."

Steve shrugged and got into the passenger seat. Happy stepped on the accelerator and took him away from Hell's Kitchen.

To be honest, Steve has been living very comfortably in Hell's Kitchen during this period.

Although this is a place full of violence, Steve himself is one of the owners of violence.

new York.

A great place where every inch of land is at a premium.

Steve still remembers how he felt when he first saw this metropolis.

To be honest, no matter how many times you see this metropolis, you will be shocked by the prosperity it shows in the distance.

But no matter how many times you see this kind of metropolis, you can never get close enough to see it.

The poor in the 21st century may have access to refrigerators, but they will still have the same amount of oppression.

This is why you see a group of people working hard in countless prosperous places.

Most of them didn't start out as hateful people, but are now undoubtedly tainted with something awful.

Gambling, drinking, violence.

Steve felt a little touched when he looked at these poor guys.

He is not a virgin who saves everyone, but he is really angry about this social system.

"what happened to you?"

Happy parked the car skillfully, looked at Steve who was in a trance and spoke.

"It's nothing, I'm just showing mercy."

After Steve finished speaking, he opened the car door and stood on the bustling street of New York, surrounded by some elites in a hurry and a group of homeless people holding signs.

In a sense, it's really free here.

You can be whoever you want to be, even if you graduate from Stanford, it doesn't stop you from being a happy and free bum on the street.

He and Happy walked into the building, neither of them carrying weapons for the sake of what was to come.

After all, this is the center of New York. Whether or not the Kru have invaded, the possibility of encountering a war here is almost zero.

I have to say that the biggest difference between New York and London is that the buildings here are taller, but what they have in common is that the first-floor shops along the streets sell clothes and luxury goods.

Happy pushed open one of the doors with Steve and walked into the warehouse with swagger.

Sitting here was an old man wearing a gray vest and a white shirt. He was dressed very elegantly, but he just sat casually at the table.

His hair was meticulously styled, and he had a gentle smile on his face. The tape measure hanging around his neck showed his identity.

"Hello Mr. Tailor, my friend is in urgent need of some decent clothes to help him get into the upper class society.

In exchange for his impatience, he was willing to pay more.

I don't know if this suggestion is offensive to you. "

Happy asked politely, and the latter smiled and picked up the square cup from the table and took a sip of whiskey.

"As long as the client you introduce to me doesn't have a weird figure, I think I can fulfill your request within the specified time.

But it will take a day at the earliest, so do you have a whole day here? "

Steve smiled when he heard that and walked past Happy to stand in front of him.

"I think I have all day, and I plan to order a few more sets. After all, if you have a few rich friends, you really have to spend some money on this matter."

Steve said something cryptic.

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While the two of them were talking, a mother and son sat down on a park bench not far from the door.

Steve didn't take it seriously at first, but he soon realized something was wrong.

There are a lot of people on the street, which is normal.