Rebirth: I am the American leader

Anyway, he has now established himself in the Marvel world, and it is not difficult to obtain the super self-healing factor.

"Oh, boss, I love you so much. You know, I have been ruined by that stupid white guy many times. I really don't know what these guys are pretending to be. The thoughts of these old aristocrats It’s just a headache.”

Wade kept complaining, but Steve didn't comment.

The X Academy represented by Colossus is indeed a troublesome group of guys.

This group of superpowers with a high sense of morality, a strong sense of responsibility, and an eagerness to take responsibility for the world gave him a headache.

Because they really have the ability to change the world.

This is a dangerous thing.

In Steve's opinion, changing the world at will is not a good thing.

You know, the world is a huge whole. Once it sprints in a certain direction, even if you step on the brakes, the inertia will make it fall apart.

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Hell's Kitchen, the corner bar.

Big Mike acted as a waiter as always. In fact, in black bars, they usually don't specially arrange a waiter.

Because this is not their style, they usually gather in groups of three or five on the dance floor and dance enthusiastically to the brisk piano or other music.

Alcohol plays a minimal role in this, and more often than not they are intoxicated by their own hormones.

But the bar was empty right now, and Kingpin had no intention of dancing.

"Boss, we searched the entire Hell's Kitchen and didn't find any suspicious guy. Maybe he has changed his base, I think..."

"No, Fertilo, you shouldn't think that. At least, you shouldn't think that."

Sitting on the sofa, Kingpin looked very majestic, holding the staff of civilization in his hand like a king's scepter.

"I told you to find this guy in Hell's Kitchen, but you shouldn't go looking for it yourself. You know the only thing you can do to find the biggest steelhead in a Mississippi lake is have a big enough bait.

You have already disappointed me once. Be prepared and don't let me down only twice in one day.

You know, I'm a proud man. "

Kingpin sat there, and the black-haired white man named Fertilo had a heavy look on his face when he heard this.

He was young, with slicked-back hair, and if it weren't for the scar across his left cheek.

This is totally a Latin American who can be a star.

But now he is obviously not a star, but the youngest and most promising gang leader under Kingpin.

Everyone knows that this guy can do this in addition to being ruthless, and his brain is also very useful.

"Yes, boss, I know what to do."

Jin did not speak or nod. The latter stood for a few seconds and then left again with several bosses in the bar.

Big Mike pours Kingpin a drink.

"Sit down and have a drink with me? I remember you being a great drinker."

"Oh, Fix, I can never refuse you. But is it really necessary to do this? The guy you are talking about seems to be a righteous guy."

"Mike, is this necessary? Come on, you know, none of this is what I want, but what can I do?"

Big Mike sat across from Kingpin, drank the wine glass in one gulp, and poured himself another glass without saying a word.

"I understand, but seriously, Fix. Do you miss the old days? I mean, the old days when we were holding beers together on the streets."

"Of course! You damn guy always drinks our beer secretly. We promised three cans per person, but you can drink eight cans!"

Kingpin seemed to have thought of something and cursed with a smile.

"Oh, come on, I'm just a beer-drinking boy. What could I possibly mean? Do you know why I don't sell beer in my own bar?

Isn’t it because I’m afraid that I’ll drink up all the sales? "

"Yeah, you're a good guy. You don't have any bad habits except drinking. And you even just love drinking beer. I love you so much."

As Kingpin spoke, he drank all the wine in the glass with a smile.

"But I still prefer drinking tequila with this high content. You know, it's very masculine."

"I guess maybe it's because I'm Irish?"

Jin did not speak but looked at the other person's skin color, which was darker than his own. He felt a little subtle in his heart, but he still asked patiently.

"What does your love of beer have to do with being Irish?"

"You don't know, due to low hygiene standards in the Middle Ages, a great plague broke out in Ireland. Their water sources were contaminated, and everyone had to rely on beer, a low-alcohol wine, to survive. Because carrying alcohol, to a certain extent It can kill bacteria. So it's actually a pretty good source of drinking water, you know what I mean."

Hearing this, Kingpin silently poured himself a glass of wine.

Look at how terrible men are, even going to the trouble of studying such complicated history for something as simple as drinking.

"I thought you might be a smart guy too."

"Of course!" Big Mike said confidently.

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Hell's Kitchen's foreign gangsters come and go, and no one has a problem with it.

Kingpin originally said it would be one day, but now one day has not passed yet.

And most importantly.

Kingpin is still alive.

As long as he lives, Hell's Kitchen will always be in a state of one super and multiple powers.

"Where's Levon Luke?"

Fertiello found a random rock singer standing on the street in Levon Luke's territory.

The latter shook his head, and it took him a long time to explain Levin Luke's current situation clearly in rhyme.

According to the white man whose medical license was revoked, this guy was sent to his own black clinic after being beaten up by Steve.

This old boy shouldn't even think about getting out of bed for at least a week.

"Take me to him!"

"Yo! Man!"

"Snapped!"

Fertilo showed no interest in listening to the black man's rap and gave him a slap in the face.

The pain instantly suppressed the pleasure brought by the contraband, and also made the black rapper sober.

This also allowed him to instantly understand the environment he was in.

It turns out that he is not standing on the stage of The Voice, and the organizer did not accept his red envelope. As for whether his father is a good father.

Haha, he doesn't even know where his father is.

"I'll take you there right now."

The black rapper lowered his head for freedom in an instant, expressing the central idea that freedom is not important.

Fertilo's grand gesture made everyone around him murmur inwardly, wondering what these outsiders were getting up to.

Just think that they want to visit some tourist attractions on a whim.