Rebirth: I am the American leader

"Damn it, why did you come here to buy a piece of land where birds don't poop? Don't tell me you're really going to grow watermelons and cotton."

Old John stared at Steve, the warning in his eyes unmistakable.

"How could I really grow cotton? I'm lying to you. I planned to grow some watermelons and raise some chickens. Real chickens, not the kind that stand in an alley."

"Damn, why are you doing this? Is it because of racism?"

"My friend, you know, I have never discriminated against a specific race. To be honest, after I returned to this world.

I have carefully read all the racial discrimination you mentioned, and to be honest, I am very disappointed.

Because you are just using this as an excuse to prevent others from entering the industry where you can make profits, or to prevent others from obtaining the privileges that only you can obtain.

This isn’t white people discriminating against you at all, it’s you fucking riding on white people and trying your best to talk about political correctness.

Come on, you don’t care about politics at all. That’s what the Jews say to gain privileges. "

Steve clearly had a lot to say.

“Damn, what you are talking about as racial discrimination is completely different from what Martin Luther King said, he wanted equal rights.

Do you know what equal rights is?

It's me fucking building a farm, my hired workers, and I'm not going to give them preferential treatment or demean them because they're black.

Because he and I are equal, damn it!

I was obviously doing the least racist thing, but you saw that farmer constantly putting the blame on me for profit.

Even you, you think I'm really being racist. "

Steve fiercely pulled out a cigar from his pocket, lit it and glared at him.

"God, why should I discriminate against you? My former comrades in the Howling Commandos were black like you, and I gave my back to him.

Did I build a toilet specifically for black people in San Diego?

The only thing I did was prepare to give black farmers a job with equal pay for equal work, and you jumped up and called me racist?

Damn it! "

Old John was so retorted by Steve that he didn't know how to speak.

"Sorry, Steve."

He hesitated for a long time and finally said sorry to Steve.

Even he has to admit that the current black demands are not an affirmative movement at all, but a privilege movement.

This is completely over the limit.

"Hey, you know what? No need to be sorry. My old friend, I think we've all been alive long enough to know why those white chicks don't hang out in black neighborhoods at night.

Damn, what those bastards did was so uncivilized. You know what I'm talking about, do you think in this kind of social understanding, black people can get fucking equal rights?

You guys will always be looked at differently, damn it. "

After Steve said this, he turned around and walked out. The look on Old John's face was a little tangled.

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Things went smoothly on the farm and Steve moved in three days later.

Now that he is considered a wealthy man, he is destined not to live in a place like Hell's Kitchen forever.

In essence, he is an animal that hates living in groups. In his soul, neither Steve nor Zhang Beijiang likes city life very much.

As for Old John's house, he has no intention of selling it, after all, for most people in Longguo.

Having an apartment in the city and a home in the village is the standard for a winner in life.

"Hi, Principal, I heard you settled in Brooklyn?"

“You know, where I come from, it’s always reassuring to come back to my hometown.

I love walking down the streets of my memory. God, New York changes so fast. I have to relearn New York every week. "

Steve smiled and greeted Barney, who was lying on the chair with a cigar in his hand.

"Haha, you're right. Unfortunately, I've been away since I was very young, so I can't remember where my hometown is. To me, it's the same everywhere. I miss the barbecue in Texas."

"I still miss the baby seal meat in autumn a little bit. To be honest, it is delicious with mushroom sauce."

The moment Gunnar spoke, Steve frowned.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't know the Norwegians had the same diet as the Inuit. I always thought the only people who ate marine mammals were the Japanese, you know they like to eat anything that has a bigger heart than they do."

"Oh, I thought you only discriminated against black people."

"Look at what you said, I am anti-human."

Steve smiled and took out a cigar from the other party's table and lit it for himself.

"Damn it, Stark gave this to me, it's very expensive!"

Barney watched the other party lighting a cigar with a lighter and couldn't help but frowned.

"Steve, can you smoke a cigar?"

"I don't know how. Hey, what makes you think that a soldier like me can smoke a cigar? Besides, doesn't this thing just need to be lit?"

Steve looked at Barney confused, who took out a box of long-handled matches.

"Matches made from cedar wood have no smell when lit."

Steve moved forward a little surprised, but there was no difference at all after lighting it.

"I said, are you sure this thing is better than a lighter?"

Steve didn't quite believe it and shook his head.

"To be honest, I don't really believe it. Anyway, this is what Stark said. I think he should be better than me in terms of enjoyment."

"Who knows?" Steve shrugged and looked up at the monitor. "By the way, are these boys still peaceful during the days when I'm not around?"

"Behave? Come on, Karl almost beat Alexi to death. To be honest, I never knew there were such tough people in the United States.

You know Alexei, don't you?

Barney stared at Steve and spoke loudly, and the latter nodded in understanding.

"I know, Big Ivan's second son, I've always wanted him to be an athlete or something. Speaking of which, isn't Highway very interested in being a football coach?

It's a bit cliché to say this, but I think this is true in high schools all over the U.S. The only options for kids are to be athletes or to get into the Ivy League. To be honest, I used to have a friend who was an artist.

It's a pity that he committed suicide, otherwise I would have tried to develop in the direction of an art school."

Barney shuddered, thinking of his identity. He always felt that his friend who studied art might be a failed painter.

"Principal, what are your plans now? You still want this school, right?"

Steve looked at the other person, nodded, and said sincerely.

"Of course I do. You know, I really want to change these kids." After saying this, Steve found a comfortable angle in the chair, relaxed his nerves and spoke.

“But I don’t know what I want them to be, Barney, and you know that’s a difficult thing.

I didn't even know what I wanted to be, and like I said, New York was changing so fast, and the world was changing so fast.

I have no idea if I will become a failure after I educate him to be an upright person.”

Steve was a little worried. He had seen many such situations in his previous life.

To be honest, he didn't believe that this kind of thing would disappear if he changed to another country.

In his opinion, even in the United States, there are still a considerable number of upright people living at the bottom of society.

He didn't want this to happen to his students.

Steve felt that he still needed to think, so he stood up and walked to the door.

Now he just needs to make sure everything is done according to the school rules he has set, as for the rest.

Oh god, he needs a guy like Colossus to step up and take over the school for him.

Although he also wanted to tie Colossus up directly, Academy X was also a mess, and he had no intention of contacting him at all.

In fact, before he figured out what the One Above All Things meant, he would never take the initiative to contact other parts of this world.

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The public security in Hell's Kitchen has been very good these days. If we dig deeper into the reasons, it should be that the quality level of the residents here has improved significantly.

It has absolutely nothing to do with Steve who's wandering the streets, just kidding, he's just a 90-year-old veteran.

There is nothing wrong with him except that he has some white left tendencies, at least that's what he thinks.

However, the reason why he was wandering the streets today was not simple, at least that was how he thought.

One of his students hadn't been to school for half a day, in Hell's Kitchen, for God's sake.

If your daughter is gone for more than an hour you're supposed to be on your way to Winchester to shoot up the bastards after your monthly vacation.

If these kids don't come back for more than an hour, Steve and the others should go out to look for them.

But the problem is that this child is extremely averse to studying, and she is not an easy girl to get along with.

Everyone thought she would just be a little late, but they didn't expect her to be this late.

So Steve came out and he didn't ask everyone one by one.

In his opinion, San Diego High School already had a good reputation, and now his students were missing.

That means the person who did this was either fearless or extremely cautious and left no evidence at all.

Of course, it could be a bit of both.

With this in mind, Steve went straight to Big Ivan.

The place this guy lives in is an old factory, of course.

Don't get me wrong, they don't produce arms, they are just arms transporters.

The remaining armaments after the fall of the Red Soviet were enough for these people to sell without sleep for several lifetimes.

"Hey! Mr. Principal, I have to protest to you that you cannot turn a blind eye to school violence. My son Alexei has become tired of studying. He even told me that he doesn't want to go to school anymore."

"Come on, Big Ivan. Is your son being bullied at school? That's just some normal interaction between kids his age. I'm here to ask you something.

I have a student who is missing, and I want to know, if someone here is missing, who do you usually look for?"

"Yamashita Takeuchi, a Japanese, specializes in human trafficking. He doesn't usually interact with us, you know, even though our business is outside the law.

But his business is beyond humanity. We guys break the law, but sometimes we still have some humanity.”

Big Ivan said sincerely.

But then he noticed an extremely dangerous smile on Steve's face, and he didn't know how to describe it.

It was the smile of your reformed enemy, as if you had caught him with something wrong and you were about to kill him in one go.

Apart from this, he couldn't think of anything else that could make people laugh so happily.

"I see. Wait for me to make two phone calls."

After saying this, Steve turned and left the factory, then made several calls in succession.

The first person to receive the call was Deadpool. He asked the other party to change his clothes and come over because he wanted to kill some people.

The second person to receive the call was Tony Stark, who told the other party that there was an opportunity to do something heroic.

The third call was to Nick Fury, who asked him to block the news, otherwise he would have to clean up the mess that was left behind by his American ass.

All three of them reacted differently to the call, but there was no doubt that they were all certain of one thing.

Big things are happening in Hell's Kitchen.

Soon Steve appeared in front of a Japanese-style hotel with a shield and a hammer, which was located on the rocky coast.

The wooden structure of the house is very much in the style of the Showa period. There are hot springs leading directly to the coast, and sea water will flow into the hot springs as the waves rise and fall.

The Japanese seem to like this style very much. To them, this is what life is like.

Everything good will wither at some point, and the development of things is always inevitably heading towards withering.

Steve stood in the distance and looked at this leisure place. He had thought several times in his mind whether to choose Roosevelt or LeMay.

These two predecessors have made indelible contributions to the anti-Japanese war.

"Forget it, let's kill that guy first."

Big Ivan followed him in his jeep and said nothing.

In his opinion, Steve's behavior of planning to kill the other party's entire family just because of a little suspicion was completely inappropriate, but he was happy to see that it was the entire family of Yamashita Takeuchi who was killed.

Damn human traffickers, it would be best if they died.

When Tony arrived, Wade had just arrived.

Although Wade didn't brake at all, he was still no match for Tony's iron armor.

"I say, why did you call me here? Are there any high-tech weapons of mass destruction here?"

"No, at most it can be considered a biological hazard. You know the Japanese, right? I found a Japanese human trafficker, and it seems he kidnapped one of my students."

"A student from San Diego Middle School? What's his name?"

"Judy."

Tony fell silent after Steve finished speaking, and Steve knew he was controlling the computer.

The first thing this guy did after coming out of the laboratory was to create files for all the students in San Diego Middle School. Now he should just be adjusting the files.