Rebirth: I am the American leader

"Well, I hope you won't disappoint me again."

Kingpin nodded, his tone very calm.

Bullseye looked at the man sitting high in the large chair, feeling a little scared.

This guy is very powerful, even if he is not from the killer world.

But as the underground emperor of New York, no one dared to challenge his authority face to face.

Unlike the emperor in the traditional sense, the most important thing about the underground emperor is his own bravery.

"Yes."

It's a pity that Bullseye doesn't know that Matthew has left Hell's Kitchen at this time, and he doesn't know who he will meet if he goes to Hell's Kitchen where Matthew last appeared.

Otherwise, even if you change his courage to the size of a basketball, he may not dare to go.

Unfortunately, he didn't know all this.

Even if he suddenly knew it, there was nothing he could do. The old guy Nick Fury did a good job of keeping it secret.

At least now Steve Rogers is a nice guy born in 1985.

He had been serving in Afghanistan and had recently returned to New York.

So when Bullseye excitedly led people to Hell's Kitchen, he thought there was just an ordinary person living here.

As for Old John, forget it.

The old black man looked like he was already wearing adult diapers.

Even if he stood in front of her, it would probably be useless.

And Steve, well, this guy looks like he can fight pretty well.

But what can ordinary people do even if they can fight?

He is a killer and a professional.

"Have you ever seen a clown wearing a hood?"

Bullseye asked, staring at Steve with a bad look on his face. Steve frowned and took the Winchester from Old John.

And he loaded the gun neatly, staring at the opponent with the same cold expression.

"Hey, you know what? Your tattoo is very personal. I've never seen anyone tattoo a target paper on their forehead.

I guess shooting here is not expensive, or even very cheap. "

"Haha, don't think that just because I'm talking to you here, you can..."

"boom!"

In response he was fired a bullet carrying heat, the first time Steve had fired a gun.

The first shot of two lifetimes combined.

So even with Steve Rogers' battlefield experience, the shot still went wrong.

"Hey, I'm telling you you shouldn't be carrying this old rifle, I think we need to get a shotgun!"

Steve looked at the intact Bullseye and couldn't help but complain to Old John.

The latter curled his lips, held his forehead, and said helplessly.

"Damn! Rogers! Did you come back from Afghanistan! This is a fucking shotgun! What the hell did you do in Afghanistan?

Kill civilians or set fire to shit! "

"Hey, hey! I don't like it when you say that. I work hard as an oil worker outside, and it's so outrageous for you to say such things here!"

Steve cursed as he pulled the bolt and aimed at the bull's eye again.

"Now, listen to me. It doesn't matter, hurry up and disappear from my eyes. I have never seen the clown with a hood you mentioned. And compared to this, I think it's really hard for you to go out. You have to wear a hood.”

Steve's face had a grim look on it, and Bullseye suddenly laughed neurotically.

"Haha, I haven't seen a guy like you for a long time. It's very interesting, why not let's talk now..."

As Bullseye spoke, his fingers trembled slightly, and an inconspicuous iron nail shot towards Steve.

Unfortunately, his movements were still too slow in Steve's eyes.

He fired with almost no aim, and the pellets shot down the flying nails and shot toward the bullseye.

This time, he never missed again.

Bullseye had never thought that this ordinary-looking red-necked white man could have such amazing marksmanship.

Without hesitation, he reached out and grabbed the man in a suit next to him and blocked him in front of him.

It has to be said that the bullets of old-fashioned shotguns like Winchester are still a little less powerful.

Otherwise, the two guys could be torn apart just now.

"Fuck you!"

Steve cursed angrily and strode forward while changing the bullets in the Winchester.

Without saying a word, it was a Greek kick, and Superman's physique came into play at this time.

Bullseye, who had not yet reacted, was kicked out together with the dead man in the suit.

Although Steve had never fought in a war, the subconscious mind in his brain still accurately came up with an action plan.

He first kicked Bullseye with a football, and hit Bullseye hard on the temple with his hard yellow boots.

This time, even though Bullseye was a leader in the world of killers, he temporarily lost his ability to move.

But Steve didn't stop there. He fired two shots in a row, blowing both of the bastard's hands off.

Then, another gun butt was smashed into the opponent's mouth.

The severe pain caused him to faint, wake up and then faint again.

Steve didn't stop until there was no tooth left in his mouth.

"Damn it, do you know what you are doing? I hate it most when people play dirty tricks on me! F*ck you, you'll just have to get banged in the back streets from now on! You don't have any teeth now anyway!"

Bullseye spat out a mouthful of blood and looked at his hands with an expression of disbelief on his face.

You can't understand the feeling of Lao Ai being castrated, because you are not that old.

But Bullseye can feel it.

It's not that he's that big, it's that the thing he used to eat is gone.

Just kidding, do you know the damage done by a Winchester shotgun at close range?

Now unless Dr. Strange is found to reverse time, his hands are ruined.

"Huh? Don't talk? Do you think it's enough just not talking? Those guys who are still alive, get over here! Take these guys away!"

When Steve spoke, he exuded the aura of a ruthless bandit who would kill without regard for burial, which shocked the remaining people.

"Not going to leave? John! Go dig two holes in the backyard!"

This sound woke up these guys, and they hurriedly carried Bullseye and the unlucky guy into the car.

He disappeared in a flash.

"Damn it, you had such a wonderful day. I even feel that if I stay by your side, I might die one day."

"Don't put gold on your face, you deserve it."

Steve casually put the Winchester into the shoe cabinet by the door, turned around and swaggered out with two large bags of garbage.

At this time, the entire Hell's Kitchen exploded.

They don't reject outsiders very much, but they have to figure out whether this guy is a strong dragon or something else.