Rebirth: I am the American leader

"I think this guy has a good style, unassuming and disciplined. Moreover, this guy looks like he has read a book."

His rough voice made people think that he had been drinking damn motor oil all year round.

"Big Ivan! Don't think us guys can go to school! I tell you, the guys outside Hell's Kitchen want us to die!"

"Hey! You potato! What's my problem! That damn school really needs a damn good teacher!"

"I understand! Damn it, Big Ivan, you know that's not what I meant.

I just can't stand it when you see a white guy without tattoos and you want him to go to school and be a teacher!

Damn it, you are totally racist! "

The gruff-voiced Big Ivan had some ape-like features on his face, which not only did not make him look stupid, but even made him look fierce.

It was a very primitive and ferocious scent, similar to the polar bears living on the Siberian plains.

The guy who screamed racial discrimination was a black man with a normal build, but all his exposed skin was covered in tattoos.

"Haha, I think you misunderstood. I'm not racist. I'm just simply discriminating against you. Do you understand what I mean?"

Big Ivan's tone was very calm when he said this, but it was this calmness that made the other party become furious.

You may be able to accept a brainless guy insulting you with extremely dirty words, but you simply cannot accept a brainless guy mocking you.

Because it's not like something a brainless person could do.

"Damn it! You piece of shit! You stupid white guy as stupid as a big potato!

What qualifications do you have to discriminate against me? "

The atmosphere was tense for a moment, but the other people present did not speak.

In fact, there is no primary or secondary relationship between these people at all.

Because none of them can make anyone surrender, not even Jin Bin can make them bow their heads at the same time.

"So, why don't we give this guy a try first? If he can get past the kids, we'll allow him to live here.

Of course, if he can't pass the child test.

I think he will move away on his own, and there is really no need for me to keep fighting and killing him. "

Another Latin American with long black wavy hair rubbed his forehead and said helplessly.

He didn't feel the need to listen to two guys who were naturally at odds attacking each other.

"I think this is a good idea. You know, my little princess can't keep repeating the things I do."

"Ha, Levon Luke. Although you are a bastard, I do think your daughter should not be mixed up with the poisonous insects you have."

"Damn it! Is your son just hanging out with those arms dealers? Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot that your eldest son is still in prison."

The black man named Levinluk looked at Big Ivan in pretended surprise. The latter grinned, pulled out an exaggerated revolver from his waist and was about to pull the trigger.

"Hey! Can you two go home and start flirting again? This is our conference room!"

In the end, it was the Latin American who couldn't stand it and stopped the two of them. Fortunately, the two of them had been together for many years and knew each other's boundaries.

Although they have reached the point of drawing guns and shooting at each other, in fact, they are not serious about it.

"The voting begins now. Those who agree to let that stupid white man go to school for internship, please raise your hands."

"Hey! Ramo! You can't do this, this is completely partial!"

Levon Luke shouted dissatisfied and raised his hands.

Although he and Big Ivan don't deal with each other, he has to admit it no matter what.

This new white guy looks like a clean guy.

Although I don’t know whether he came back from Afghanistan or came out from somewhere else.

But at least until now, he hasn't heard from his men that this guy bought flying leaves from his store.

For this reason alone, he is one of the few clean slates in Hell's Kitchen.

"I agree."

Big Ivan raised his hand and looked around at the remaining six people. The threat was clear.

Although the other old guys didn't speak, they all raised their hands honestly.

There was really no need for them to mess with Big Ivan and Levon Luke for such a trivial matter.

One of these two guys is an arms smuggler, and the other is a reseller of contraband.

After all, the two of them should be the two most powerful gangs in Hell's Kitchen.

"Okay, I agree."

With Rameau's hand raised, the proposal for Steve Rogers to become a teacher at Hell's Kitchen High School passed unanimously.

"It's really exciting news. Why don't we have someone tell him the good news now?"

"Forget it, he just moved today. Let's do it tomorrow. I think tomorrow is a good day."

Levin Luke continued to sing a different tune as usual, as if he was not the one who raised his hand to agree to let Steve Rogers go to high school as a trainee teacher.

"You know? I found that you, this little black charcoal, actually has some good ideas in your head. Just do as you say, I will pick him up personally early tomorrow morning.

You can ask old John to inform him tonight."

Big Ivan retained the fiery temperament of the Russian Federation, and after getting the results he wanted, he had no intention of staying for a moment.

He got up and walked directly outside the conference room.

At this time, Steve had already cleaned up the room and placed old John in the living room on the first floor.

In his words, it was to facilitate his refund at any time.

As for the real reason, only God knows. It may be that he is afraid that this old guy will be raped because he carries a huge sum of money.

It might also be because he was afraid that the old guy would waste his money after he went out.

All in all, it was a speechless night.

Nothing different except a fat guy somewhere in New York smashing up an office in anger.

Of course, this also includes the fact that Old John forgot about a certain invitation.

So, when Steve opened the door this morning, he thought he was crazy.

Yes, it's just fierce.

Although no one told him this time that his boss was a nigger, he seemed to see a Soviet refrigerator wearing a suit standing at his door.

"Hello, Steve Rogers. Your name is well chosen. I think your parents and I will have a lot in common. Although saying this may sound like surrender to the enemy, I am indeed a fan of Captain America."

"Seriously, I don't think a two-meter-tall white man is standing in front of my door just to say this. You know, I keep a handful of Winchesters in my shoe cabinet."

“Well, I knew that Old John was unreliable.

Well, I'm here to hire you as a teacher. "