Rebirth: I am the American leader

"We just agreed?"

The speaker was the Mexican who acted as peacemaker whenever Big Ivan and Levon Luke quarreled.

With his typical long black wavy hair and brush beard, he looks like a standard Mexican gangster.

"We're just looking for someone. We have no reason to refuse."

"I think you'd better call an ambulance now."

Big Mike spoke.

"This kid looks like he's dying."

Levin Luke, who was casually thrown in front of the bar by Big Ivan, looked like he was just drunk, but in fact he was almost dead.

"Oh my gosh, I almost forgot about this nigger!"

Big Ivan exclaimed.

"Damn it! Which one of you is calling an ambulance?"

For a moment, everyone in the bar was in chaos. According to their speed, by the time they called the ambulance, it was estimated that Levon Luke would have had a chance to be reincarnated.

In the end, Big Mike arranged everything in an orderly manner and let the nigger get into the ambulance.

"I really don't understand. Doesn't this guy have a daughter in San Diego Middle School? Why would he provoke Principal Steve?"

Big Mike looked at Big Ivan and asked.

Although both guys are exaggeratedly large, Big Mike is obviously the gentler one.

"I don't know, God knows what this guy is doing. Maybe it's because it makes him feel powerful?"

Big Ivan skillfully took out a bottle of vodka from behind the bar and poured himself a large glass.

"Hey! This costs a lot of fucking money!"

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Hell's Kitchen.

Opposite the police station in the central neighborhood is Ma Fu Law Firm.

Matthew and Fudge sat facing each other, with two cups of steaming coffee on the table.

Fudge complained helplessly.

"Do we have to open this damn law firm in Hell's Kitchen? You don't know when I go to court I want to send those asshole plaintiffs to jail with me!"

"Hey, Fudge, be patient. Our ideal is to let the law show its due value. Look here. Is there a more suitable place in the entire United States than here? Can you find it?"

Matthew shrugged and took out the guide stick from his arms.

"I have to go relieve myself. I don't understand why I drank so much water last night."

Matthew stood up and walked out slowly with the guide stick.

Fudge didn't speak, but quickly took out a bottle of chili powder from his arms and replaced the sugar bowl on the table.

Not long after, Matthew came back again with the guide stick.

"I guess you're right, we should stay in Hell's Kitchen, damn it's a great place."

Matthew sat down and added spoonful after spoonful of sugar to his cup.

"Hey, you should add less sugar, seriously."

Fudge looked at Matthew's movements and said with some surprise.

Matthew had no intention of stopping, "Oh, let me go. I listened to a book very late last night and I need a lot of sugar to replenish energy."

Fudge shrugged and picked up the newspaper on the table.

Matthew took the opportunity to exchange coffee between the two of them.

"Did you read the news? Senior officials of Stark Industries publicly issued a statement criticizing Tony Stark's decision-making. He believed that his previous announcement of abandoning defense orders in the press conference was childish."

Matthew took off his sunglasses, revealing his dull eyes.

Those ice blue eyes were obviously unfocused.

"I suggest you better read it to me, otherwise I will really do it."

Matthew threatened seriously.

Fudge started reading the newspaper helplessly. By the time he finished reading this paragraph, his mouth was already dry.

Without hesitation, he picked up the coffee on the table and took a long sip.

in his vision.

He added an appropriate amount of sugar to this cup of coffee, and after cooling for a period of time, it was now the best time to drink it.

But the sweetness and mellowness that I imagined did not appear. Instead, there was a spiciness that went straight to the sky.

At this moment, he only felt spicy, maybe it was also a kind of hearing.

Otherwise, there is really no way to explain the cause of his tinnitus.

"Hey Fudge, I may be blind. But my sense of smell is still there. Maybe you can try replacing the sugar with salt next time."

"Ahem! I want water! Give me the damn water!"

After hearing this, Matthew quickly stood up and took a large bottle of purified water from the refrigerator of the law firm.

"Thankfully you prepared water before you tricked me, otherwise you would be even more unlucky now."

Matthew spoke.

After taking two big gulps, Fudge felt that he had regained some of his hearing. Hell, he even felt deaf at that moment.

"Hi, barrister, how are you?"

The Mexican standing outside the door had long black waves, and his chest muscles were as strong as two stones.

"Oh, sorry, we are bound to lose if we don't take a case. If I remember correctly, you are very famous here."

"I think you misunderstood. There is no case against me, and compared to others, I am just an ordinary smuggler. I only smuggle things like alcohol."

The Mexican sat down indifferently.

"Introduce yourself, Merkel, you can call me Lao Mer."

"Well, dear Mr. Merkel, can you tell me why you came to us? You don't look like you have a lawsuit against you."

Fudge said.

"Nothing, we're looking for a clown who likes to wear a hood and do chivalry at night."

"What? Such a person appears? Oh my god, can God really not stand it?"

Fudge said exaggeratedly.

"I think Mr Merkel has the wrong person, we are just ordinary lawyers and Fudge is hanging out in the bar every night.

As for me, you see, I am blind and cannot go out at night. "

When Matthew said this, he flashed the guide stick in his hand, showing off his physical disability without hesitation.

"Okay, if you see the guy I'm talking about, you must remember to notify us. As for how to notify, you can just find a random gangster on the street."

After Merkel said this, she stood up and left. There were two gang members sitting in front of the black Hummer on the street.

They were sent down by Kingpin, although they seemed a bit bureaucratic.

But, they are gang members after all.

Kingpin's order to them was to find the hooded man, otherwise the person in charge of the search would lose his life.

So they work very hard.

But none of them had any intention of searching the law firm.

Because even if they were sitting in the car, they could clearly see the white lawyer who looked fat at first glance, and the blind man holding a guide stick in his hand.

Even from their point of view, Matthew was just Fudge's kind-hearted assistant.

After all, Fudge fit almost everything they imagined about stupid white people.