Rebirth: I am the American leader

After seeing off Christmas, Old John took out his cell phone and made another call.

This time Steve answered, and the former let out a roar.

"Mazefak! Steve! Where are you! Damn it! You didn't go home all night last night, and you didn't come to school this morning!

What have you been doing?

Don't tell me you're lying on the belly of one of those street hotties! "

"Hey, hey, hey, relax my friend, how could I do such a ridiculous thing? I bought a farm in Brooklyn. You know, I am a pure white man, and I am still more interested in agriculture.

I want to try it. "

"Haha." Old John laughed mockingly, "You might as well tell me that you are sleeping on the belly of a hot girl on the street now. Damn it, the combination of Brooklyn, the farm, and you is equal to racial discrimination itself!"

"Hey! Don't be like this, I gave you money, and it's a lot of money!"

Steve roared and argued loudly with Old John.

"Damn it! I should have just killed you, this racist redneck! Where are you? I'm going to come over and blow your ass right now!"

"I told you, I'm in Brooklyn, but I haven't bought this farm yet. You know, the farmer is a black man. He knew that I planned to grow watermelons and cotton and refused to sell it to me.

I think he has a lot of prejudice against me. How about you come over and help me with his ideological work? "

Old John was about to burst out of his lungs.

He had never felt this way before when he was a vampire hunter in Chicago, and the rage nearly went to his head.

So this old guy left school, commandeered Christmas's Harley, and headed for Brooklyn.

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"Hey, hey, you're discriminating. I hope we can get back to the deal. I'm here purely because you have a farm to sell, and I just happen to want to buy a farm.

As for why I grow watermelons and cotton, God! There has to be someone growing watermelons and cotton in this world, right? "

Steve wailed helplessly, looking somewhat helpless.

The old cowboy on the side also felt that things were a bit tricky, and he shouldn't have brought this damn red neck here.

"Damn it! You white-skinned pig, get out of my house! Get out of my farm! Even if I starve to death today, even if I jump from here, I will not sell my farm to you!"

"Twenty percent premium, this is my bottom line. Anyway, after you take my money, you won't show up in Brooklyn again. What I do here has nothing to do with you, and damn, you want to do it because of the illusory giving up practical benefits for conceptual matters.”

Steve stared at the other person. In fact, he had already seen his intention from the other person's micro-expression.

Of course there are some black people with backbone in this world, but this guy clearly doesn't.

He wanted to say something else, but Steve took a step forward.

"Fifteen percent, my bottom line, if you still want to fight for it, then I'll find someone else. Anyway, I don't care."

After Steve said this, he backed away. This damn black man was full of alcohol, and standing in front of him was simply a torture.

"Damn it, you are discriminating!"

This black man shouted discrimination, and his eyes flashed with calculation.

He has seen too many situations like this. In the past, as long as he shouted the word discrimination, these damn white people would back down.

But unfortunately he met Steve, who frowned and looked at the barrel of the gun in front of him.

Without saying a word, it was a big fight to dodge.

"I'm discriminating against your mother. I'm discriminating. I can't bargain with you when I buy something? What's wrong? Do you think you're a little fairy? I'm going to discuss with you how much the gift should be, right?"

Damn discrimination, I paid a premium of 15%, what else do you want to do?

Damn, I still have a gun. If I give you a chance, you won't be able to use it, old black chicken. "

Steve scolded and hit at the same time, but fortunately he always restrained his strength and did not really hit him to death.

Otherwise, with the power of the Body of Truth, he could blow the old guy's head off with a slap.

"Hey, hey, hey! Stop fighting. If you fight again, someone will die!"

The old cowboy stopped Steve, he was afraid that the guy would make a mistake because of his impulsiveness.

Steve also stopped his hand and looked at the other party while panting heavily.

"You can't blame me, I got PTSD from serving my country and I lose control when I'm pointed at a gun. Oh my god, he looks so miserable, he could be servicing fags in Hell's Kitchen.

I remember those guys, they didn't like people having teeth. "

"I understand, I understand." The old cowboy stared at Steve for a while before speaking.

"Damn! Steve! What have you done!"

Chang Wei had already finished beating Laifu when Old John arrived. He only saw Laifu lying motionless on the ground.

"Hey! He was the one who pointed the gun at me! I fought back purely out of self-defense! I paid a premium of 15%!"

Steve said aggrievedly, and the old cowboy standing next to him nodded helplessly.

"Huh? Why?"

Old John was confused for a moment, but fortunately the old cowboy witnessed the whole process and recounted it immediately.

After hearing everything, Old John only felt a headache.

If you want to say that Steve is completely wrong, that's impossible.

But if you want to say whether he is to blame for this, I really don’t blame him.

After all, it is a new era now, and he is free to grow whatever he wants on the farm.

And just like Steve said, doesn’t the United States grow cotton and watermelons now?

"Okay, do you need to call the police? We can't really destroy the body and eliminate all traces."

Old John said helplessly, Steve waved his hand and took out the phone from behind.

"Hi, Fisk, I've encountered a little trouble. I need your people to help me complete a negotiation. I think the guy named Mosoniel is good.

I love this Italian accent, and I'm in Brooklyn. "

Old John was stunned at Steve's operation. I'm afraid this guy has no morals at all, right?

Mosonier came quickly, firstly because he received a call from Kingpin, and secondly because this matter was Steve's request to be taken seriously.

There were seven or eight young people who came with him. They were all Italians. They kept gesturing with their hands in front of their chests while talking.

Looks like a bunch of velociraptors.

"Dear Mr. Steve, who are you negotiating with? What do you need us to help you with?"

"Purchase this farm at a premium of 15%. This 15% is his medical expenses. I hope you can resolve this matter safely."