Rebirth: I am the American leader

He didn't understand why Steve was so hostile to him, but he ran hard.

This is really torture for an elderly white man who has no exercise habits.

But he didn't slack off at all and ran even faster than Steve.

Tony stared at Steve, looking at him in confusion.

"Hey, what's wrong with you guys?"

"We didn't do anything, but you may not know that this old guy asked someone from the Ten Rings Gang to tie you into a cave."

Steve said casually, and Tony frowned.

A very smart person like him can only be ignorant of the ways of the world. How could he not understand the ways of the world?

He noticed something was wrong the first time he came back and saw the financial statements, but he did not have an attack for the time being.

This is nothing more than thinking about old feelings.

"Tony, a man should be aboveboard, not a mother-in-law or a mother-in-law. You are not a sissy, just treat this matter as your uncle helping you again, watch it carefully and learn from it."

After Steve said this, he stood in front of several children.

"Carl, Wayne, take care of your brothers and sisters."

Tony put a hand to his forehead.

"Damn it! What else do you think of old men at your age besides heroism? At least wait until I put the Mark 1 on!"

"Huh? Tony, you are such a pussy, you actually have to change your clothes before a fight?"

Steve didn't look back, just taunted, and then rushed out.

This time it was Tony's turn to be dumbfounded. Carl and Wayne, who stayed where they were, looked at each other and said nothing.

"Am I a sissy? Damn it, this redneck should be eliminated from history! What happened to changing clothes before a fight? You have to change clothes for karate!"

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Obadiah rushed to the South District of Stark Industries, where he had a studio of his own.

Parked here is his first-generation machine.

Compared with Tony Stark's steel armor, his first-generation machine was completely a humanoid tank.

You can't see any streamlined beauty on this nearly four-meter-tall guy. All it has is ferocious thickness.

"Hello, Mr. Obadiah, I would like to..."

"Get away! Hammer! Let me drive now!"

Hammer looked at the panting Obadiah, frowned, and said.

"Ok sir."

Hammer nodded, immediately turned around and began to direct the people standing behind him.

Compared with Tony's new equipment, this place looks more like a tank repair shop from World War II.

Countless crew members came forward to disassemble various parts and opened the narrow hatch to let Obadiah in.

To put it ridiculously, the Americans actually solved the transmission problem of mechas a long time ago.

But it wasn't until today that they actually used this technology to create a real mecha.

Moreover, it is a mecha that is destined to be eliminated as soon as it is born.

Sometimes the development of human history is like this. The step-by-step progress of the technology tree will often take a big step forward because of the emergence of a certain cross-era figure.

Tony Stark's Iron Suit is one such thing.

It took a big step forward.

But this does not mean that Obadiah's mecha is useless. At least if it is equipped to the army, it will be a completely new concept.

As soon as Obadiah closed the cabin door, a guy with blond hair and wearing a motorcycle jacket and jeans rushed in.

And immediately aimed at the four-meter-high humanoid tank and launched a fearless charge.

For a moment, everyone present had a strange illusion, as if this four-meter-tall humanoid tank was the weak one.

"Damn it!"

Obadiah roared in the mecha, and then the roar of the engine continued.

A large amount of exhaust gas spurted out from the pipe behind him, huge kinetic energy was transmitted between the gears, and he waved his fist at Steve in front of him.

The metal fist hit Steve's shield firmly, but this only made him stop charging.

"when!!!!"

Like the buzzing sound of a big yellow bell, the big yellow boots under Steve's feet exploded.

The force generated by the collision between the two had already exceeded the endurance limit of rubber. Logically speaking, Steve should have relieved himself.

Because even if he had a shield, the huge pressure was overwhelming his bones.

The slight pain kept stimulating his nerves, but there was a cheerful smile on his face.

He knew that the super self-healing factor coupled with the body of truth was invincible, and the broken bones were quickly repaired and became harder than before.

The torn muscles are also constantly being repaired, and they explode with more strength than before.

"How can this be!"

Obadiah was almost going crazy. He didn't understand why Steve could resist the mecha with his physical strength.

This is not something humans can do.

"Sorry, I forgot to introduce you, my name is Steve Rogers. I think you must have met me, I mean definitely."

Steve's face was revealed from behind the shield, and the playfulness in his eyes made Obadiah break out in a cold sweat behind his back.

"Steve Rogers! Damn it! I should have known it was him! This damn guy isn't dead yet!"

Obadiah yelled crazily in the cockpit, and then turned the power to the maximum.

He doesn't want Tony's core skills at all. He just wants to survive from this guy.

He was not the kind of silly boy who grew up entirely in peacetime. He spent almost all of his teenage years during the Vietnam War.

He knew very well what a war hero like Captain America could do. If he fell into the hands of this guy now, he would probably die in an extremely tragic way.

"Is this what it looks like?"

Steve felt the sudden increase in pressure on the shield, the smile on his face became brighter, and he continued to move forward to wrestle with the opponent with strength on his feet.

He has no intention of a quick victory at all. He is here purely to brush up the body of truth.

"Damn! What is he doing!"

Obadiah looked at Steve standing in front of him in horror. He had never been so terrified.

The magnanimity he had developed over the years of holding a high position completely disappeared at this moment.

Although human beings will despair because of society, no matter what, the deepest despair is always because of another guy whose individual strength far exceeds him.

Especially, this damn guy is preparing to kill himself.

"That's all you have?"

Steve slowly raised his shield, which was holding the fist of Obadiah's first-generation machine.

"What on earth are you going to do!?"

He was completely panicked. What the hell was going on? He almost stepped on the accelerator into the gas tank, but Steve could still hold on.