Rebirth: I am the American leader

"Ha, your mouth is as bad as if you had a tongue kiss with Nick Fury."

Steve shrugged dismissively.

"Hey! Damn it, are we two going to keep walking back like this? Look at what I'm wearing! What's the difference between this and me wearing a bikini on Fifth Avenue to buy a Rolex?"

You can't blame Tony for complaining, if he is now wearing a full set of steel armor and walking beside Steve.

Not only will it attract other people's attention, but it will also make him feel extremely ashamed.

"Then you go back first! Damn it, Tony, you are about to be thirty years old. You can't go home and ask your parents to send you, right?"

Steve looked at him in surprise, and his expression made Tony Stark feel like there was a mouthful of blood in his throat.

"Damn it! Steve!"

Finally, he cursed, rose into the sky from where he was, and flew towards Stark Industrial Park.

But Steve had no intention of going back.

He has always adhered to the excellent principle of working all morning and playing all day. Come on, he is not some druid who has to stay in school every day.

In fact, he had been waiting for the right time to capture Professor X and make him the principal.

In his imagination, he should open a bar and sit behind the bar every night and watch young and beautiful people having fun.

To be honest, although this is not bad now, it is obviously not what he wants.

He has no daughter to raise.

"I haven't been to Big Mike's for a while. I wonder if there are any new girls."

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Hell's Kitchen.

Old neighborhood.

This is not a nice place, all kinds of messy things happen here.

White people will be robbed by black people, whom they look down upon, and Asians have to act more aggressively in order to survive.

You can see all kinds of sentient beings here.

Of course, you can also understand it as the unique landscape of the United States.

"One hundred and twenty dollars, damn it! Not a penny less! What do you think this is? These are high-purity ruthless goods."

Steve looked at the speaking Latin American and grinned.

This is truly a very American scenery.

"Hey! Silly white man! What are you laughing at? Do you look down on me? Don't eat the sour radish, this is my territory."

Steve looked at him and smiled, but ignored him and walked directly to the door of Big Mike's bar.

Klin, who had been beaten by him before, did not stop him anymore. He nodded and walked straight in.

Hell's Kitchen is indeed a happy place and everyone would give Big Mike's Bar a thumbs up.

You can find everything depraved here, contraband, alcohol, women without love.

Fortunately, Steve was not interested in anything other than alcohol. He stood in front of Big Mike without speaking.

The latter handed him a bottle of burning knives.

This kind of wine is not suitable for these ghost guys, the taste is too strong for them.

But it was a perfect fit for Steve, a perfect fit.

"Thank you, my friend. It was only after Kingpin left that I found this place full of life. By the way, how did you and Kingpin meet?"

"You know, I don't usually say this to white people, but we started out in Hell's Kitchen together.

We grew up together, and the people around us are always more trustworthy. "

"Huh? I can't believe that you once had such a glorious side."

Steve looked at Big Mike with a smile, and the latter shrugged with a cheerful look on his face.

"Hey, I gotta say we were pretty cool back then."

Steve raised his glass and saluted him.

Humans are always like this, they will think of their bright and beautiful youth at some inexplicable moment.

Even if you looked down on those golden times at that time, no matter what, even if you describe them as shit, they were still great and incomparable days.

"Speaking of which, Steve, what about you? I've never heard you talk about what your life was like before you came to Hell's Kitchen."

"What kind of life can I live? I have been fighting overseas for my country. When I came back, my girlfriend had a family. But fortunately, I never confessed my love to her. To be honest, if these bastards hadn't given me so much money, I wouldn't have stayed in school at all.

I want a free, unrestrained and carefree life.

You know, Big Mike, life to me is supposed to be an adventure."

"Hey, my friend, when you say this I always feel like you don't know what you are going to do. You don't really know what you are going to do, do you? I mean, you are not young anymore, and being confused about this question makes it difficult for me to answer you."

Steve was stunned, he looked at the other man and blinked.

He really didn't know what to do before he came through.

In that world where he was still called Zhang Beijiang, he didn't know what he was going to do.

Just follow the trajectory set by society, keep studying, go to school, and then go to school again, and then go ashore, ashore, and then go ashore again.

He knew what he should do within three years, but he had no idea what to do after that.

Although he may have lived to be over twenty years old, he had no idea what he was going to be, to be honest.

"My God, I made a great executioner, but I don't know what I want to be. I'm so pathetic. Damn it, should I be an executioner all my life?"

Steve looked up at Big Mike, his eyes struggling.

"Hey, hey, hey, my friend, it's not a big deal. Knowing what kind of person you want to be and what kind of life you want to live is not an easy thing. Some people don't know until they die that they just live naturally."

"Oh, damn! Let's drink to your wisdom! You're a damned philosopher, my friend. But I think you're right, and I'm going to go back to my old home.

You know, Brooklyn, that's where I'm from."

"Oh, damn, I should have known! Where else would you come from as a fucking racist? I bet you can't find a bar this fun in Brooklyn, and trust me, a bar without black people and hot black girls is a bummer."

Steve raised his hand and waved at him with a smile.

"Come on, you're not the only ones being discriminated against. Didn't you also call me a redneck, you damn nigger? We're even now!"

"Damn it, you enslaved us!"

"Come on, you enslave yourselves. Before we started the triangular trade, most of you were slaves.

Of course, if you were an Indian and stood before me and called me a beast and a white devil, I would probably keep my mouth shut.”