Rebirth: I am the American leader

It stands to reason that it is reasonable for such a strong man to appear anywhere.

But the problem is that Steve is a time traveler.

He wouldn't believe any coincidence.

"So, what can I do?"

"Rewrite everything, you are the pure free soul that I finally found.

You will not be controlled by the fate of this world. Neither the fate of other multiverses nor the fate of this main universe can control you.

So, I can try some interesting things on you. "

Steve felt something was wrong.

As if to confirm the description of being above all things, the scene outside the car window began to change.

Happy's speed became extremely fast at some point, and countless tail lights were caught up by him and then passed through.

It seemed that they were not actual cars, but clusters of swollen nebulae.

Steve stared at it all, thinking that everything in this universe originated from a huge explosion.

All the matter expanded like dust, and formed countless planets around the nodule during the explosion.

However, all this was not without pattern. Steve saw tracks and patterns in this great chaos.

"That was the beginning of destiny."

The voice from Above All Things rang out, and Steve turned to look at him in confusion.

"In your world, life is accidental. No one can explain how life originated and how it evolved to your level.

You are free and we need you to deal with the chaos of the world.

Preliminarily, you are pretty good, and some of my attempts can be used. "

Steve came to his senses. Where was the nebula explosion around him? It was just countless cars moving.

[Body of Truth: Your body represents the truth, and you will be immune to attacks that cannot kill you. Your fists and feet represent truth, and you are not immune to physical attacks. Your consciousness represents the truth and you cannot be deceived...

The body of truth ascends by transcending its own limits. 】

Steve silently read the extra information in his mind, and the corners of his mouth twitched again and again.

Good guy, are you afraid that you don’t have enough plug-ins?

But this is understandable. After all, according to the saying of "Above All Things", the enemies he will face in the future will be diverse.

It’s just that he still doesn’t understand what Above All Things means when he says that the world is becoming chaotic.

"Hey Steve! We're here, are you scared?"

Happy's annoying voice sounded, but Steve just smiled and ignored him.

"Tell Tony, the thing is very useful and I like it very much, but the painting may not be so classic next time."

After saying this, Steve opened the car door and walked down. San Diego Middle School was in front of him.

Looking back on everything that happened today, he just thought it was wonderful.

But then a gunshot broke his rare tranquility.

Yeah, this is his San Diego high school.

If you don't point a gun at those bastards, they won't be able to study well at all.

Thinking of this, what is saving the world and what is full of crises.

Everything was forgotten by him, and now he just wanted to hold the gun against these brats and go to class.

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Tony Stark stood in his laboratory, excitement written on his face.

In front of him is a high-tech automated battle armor, also called Mark 1.

Even though it hasn't been painted at this point, it already looks very nice.

It is a kind of beauty driven by mechanical operation.

If Steve were here, he would probably take a video without hesitation and add a line: "The gears of fate have started turning."

"Mr. Tony Stark, Happy is back."

Jarvis's cold electronic sound sounded, and Tony waved his hand.

"Don't bother me Jarvis, let him come in."

"Wow, what's the name of the one who's been busy these days?"

"Mark No. 1, are you back from Old Antique?"

"Yes, he even saved two children for a heroic act on the road.

To be honest, New York’s public security really needs to be improved.

We actually encountered a suicide bomb attack on the street today. To be honest, I don’t know what those two poor children would do without their mother. "

Happy chattered and Tony frowned.

"What did you say? A suicide bombing? Who did you target? That old antique?"

"No, I guess it might be a mafia vendetta. Because the weapons used by those guys are standard mafia weapons, and the male owner of the family doesn't seem to be an ordinary person."

Happy said seriously.

Tony shook his head and didn't go into details.

As Happy said, in New York, three families die every day in gang vendettas.

This is really not surprising.

"What else did that old antique say?"

"He complained that the shield's painting was too American, and he hoped it could be changed next time."

"Huh? He wants a next time? This is almost the last light steel reserve on the earth. He wants a next time?"

Tony was immediately angry.

"Does he really think our Stark house is his blacksmith shop?"

Happy had no comment on this.

Just kidding, it wasn't something he had an opinion on.

"Jarvis, spray paint Mark One. And this old antique actually dares to complain about my paint? Isn't that the most classic Captain America paint?"

Tony held his chin with one hand, the expression on his face kept changing.

The good thing about smart people is that they can find the correct answer to a matter from clues.

For example, if Steve just made a simple complaint, Tony would quickly figure out that this guy probably wouldn't get along with the current government.

"It seems that this old guy is not very worry-free."

Tony sighed.

At this time, in the center of New York City, there was a magnificent building.

Kingpin sat on his knees in front of a long Japanese table. Opposite him was an old lady who looked about sixty years old.

"Mr. Jin, there seems to be a new character appearing in New York recently."

King did not directly answer the other person's words.

Instead, he carefully arranged the tea sets on the table. His method of making tea was very authentic.

Wash the tea, moisturize it, and brew it.

The meticulousness of every step, if you ignore the fact that he is a strong black man.

Then you will definitely think that he is a Chinese who is very good at cultivating his moral character.

"In the big river, there are several carp that swim to Longmen every year."

Jin Bing's words were very reserved, but Mrs. Gao laughed.

"You speak English well, but I know you speak Chinese even better."

"Thank you."

Jin Bin spoke again, this time in pure Chinese, even with a hint of Henan accent.

"Those few are not little carps. Although Bullseye is a waste, he is also an entry-level waste. Your dignity cannot be challenged, and neither can the dignity of the Hand."