Rebirth: I am the American leader

Steve stared suspiciously at the two-meter-high "refrigerator" in front of him and pointed at his nose.

"How about this, take a good look at me. Look at me, why do you think I can be a good teacher?

Oh, I see, you are actually a talent scout, right?

You want me to make that Woodpecker teacher-student movie? "

Steve gave a reasonable guess, completely ignoring Big Ivan's twitching face.

Although this guy looks big, but so what, he is just a slightly stronger ordinary person.

When the fight started, it was three to seven. If he punched three times, the opponent would split open in seven seconds.

“I like you better, you look like you’ve read a book and you’re not so rigid.

Let's talk and I'll give you a reasonable price.

Of course, not to make that kind of movie, but to be a serious teacher. "

"I think you have some misunderstandings about me. You see, I am just a veteran who came back from the battlefield in Afghanistan and plans to open his own security company.

What do you think I can teach them? How to make barbecue? "

Steve's comments were very accurate, but unfortunately Big Ivan didn't understand them.

"What did you just say?"

Big Ivan looked at Steve and asked. Steve didn't know which wire in this "refrigerator" was connected wrongly.

But he still repeated it patiently.

"Hey, listen, I'm not going to teach them how to cook barbecue."

"Not this sentence, the above sentence. You said you wanted to open a security company? Did I hear you correctly?"

Steve stared at Big Ivan and suddenly felt something was wrong.

"Listen, I will not accept any commission from you!"

"Hey! Boy, you can't refuse me. Because this is Big Ivan's request, and it is Big Ivan's legal request, and I also offered a very high price!"

"Fuck! Don't think that my bottom line can be shaken by money! I'm not that kind of person!"

"Three hundred thousand dollars per academic year. We will pay you an extra five thousand dollars for each kid who goes to college. Of course, if these kids are the children of us old guys, the bonus will be doubled."

"Damn it! Have you asked? My house only cost 70,000 US dollars. How can I refuse you, but how can I have the energy to hang out with those damn boys all day long?"

Steve said this in great confusion.

"I don't care. You can form your own team. Didn't you set up a security company? How to form a team is your business."

The demeanor shown by Big Ivan was perfect, not at all as reckless as the first impression he gave people.

"I'm really curious about what you do. Ordinary gangsters don't seem to have such qualities as you."

Steve asked in confusion, and the latter reached out and scratched his golden hair, grinning and saying.

"Hi, I'm an arms dealer, a Russian arms dealer. I'm good at dealing with government people, you know, those guys are tough."

Steve looked at the guy with some surprise, and finally a smile appeared on his face.

"So, I can probably understand that you are inviting me to be the principal?"

"That's it for the time being. Although the procedures with the Education Bureau have not been completed, this is Hell's Kitchen. We don't need official recognition, we only need our own recognition."

"As you said, it's a pleasure to work with you."

Steve reached out and held Big Ivan's hand. The guy's hairy and extremely rough palm looked like a bear's paw.

"Haha, I'm glad you can accept this commission. I've already prepared Gatling, God of Fire. I'm going to have people turn your house into a hornet's nest as soon as you shake your head.

So nice to work with and trust me, you're going to love these bunnies.

Moreover, we will not interfere with your positive teaching model. "

After Big Ivan said this, he opened the door of the Alpha car parked aside. In the large car, there was indeed a Vulcan Gatling as he said.

Steve just felt a little scared.

It seems that just relying on his outstanding physical fitness no longer works in this damn place.

Maybe he should seek more power.

The top of all things doesn't quite meet his needs, but the bottom of all things is really not what he wants.

At the moment, he is destined to take the path of the physical body, so among the currently known physical powers, there are still a few that he likes.

One of them is Wolverine's regenerative abilities.

As for why he chose this ability, it wasn't because of how good it was.

But because this ability is easy to obtain, he remembered that the creation of Deadpool seemed to be artificially created.

Thinking of this, Steve stretched lazily, a thoughtful look on his face.

"The scumbag Stryker is hard to find, but it shouldn't be hard to find other guys. That guy named Ajax seems to specialize in making mutants to sell to dignitaries as bodyguards."

He quickly thought of a way, but in the process, he never thought of using Nick Fury's power.

In his opinion, Nick Fury is not a bad person.

It's just that the stance is different. This guy is definitely a good thing for the United States as a whole.

But to them individually, Nick Fury is simply a loan shark.

Any benefits you get from him or any favors you owe him will be repaid tenfold or even a hundredfold in the future.

This seemed extremely uneconomical to Steve.

"Looks like we still have to deal with some big guys."

He sighed, turned his head and saw Old John eating oatmeal with a cup.

The latter's expression was so natural that he felt his teeth itching when he looked at Steve.

"Hi, Old John, good morning. I'm glad you're enjoying your stay here, but you know this is a capitalist country.

How the hell can you not go to work? "

Old John's hands shook when he heard this, and he almost spilled the oats.

"I thought young people like you wouldn't say such things, but I'm retired, you know? America, this damn capitalist country, allows me to retire!"

Steve put his arm around his shoulders and whispered in his ear.

"I don't know if you have ever been to China, but there is a saying I agree with. It probably means live until you are old and work until you die.

Since you have retired, I will not sign a labor contract with you, nor will I buy you five insurances and one housing fund. "

“Do you have a fucking black heart? Do you know what you’re talking about?

This is illegal in our capitalist country! "

"What? This is fucking illegal in your place?"

Steve looked incredulous. "Damn, it seems I can't save costs. Fine, I'll sign a labor contract with you and help you pay for social security.

But from now on, you have to work as a fucking security guard for me. "