Rebirth: I am the American leader

"What do you mean? What do you mean not alive?"

Tony was a little confused, but the next moment, Steve's page hammer smashed a ninja in red clothes who jumped out.

It was smashed in a physical sense, and the ninja was rippling in the air like a ball of fly ash.

Only then did Tony realize that this thing was probably just as Steve said, not a living person.

"Damn, what are these? They look like people when chopped, but they turn into rags after death. How did they do it? What kind of super power is this? Why didn't I know there was such a super power? ?”

Wade kept asking questions like a curious baby, and Steve swore he really wanted to seal this bastard's mouth.

He suddenly understood Stryker somewhat. This guy was good at everything, but he just had a mouth.

"What are these?"

"The Hand, I have dealt with them before. These are trash fish. Just kill them casually, and they will hatch out a nest somewhere, just like the orcs in Lord of the Rings."

Steve complained, speeding up.

These miscellaneous fish were like chickens and dogs in front of him, and they would break into pieces if touched.

"When is the end, damn it."

Tony couldn't help but complain as he looked at the ninjas that kept jumping out of the shadows.

Steve waved the page hammer indifferently, ensuring that someone would die in his hands with every blow.

"Hey, Tony, there are only a few people here. And when you want to curse, you can just say it. You are not a sissy. Damn it, Tony! Are you a sissy!"

Steve let out a roar that gave Tony a headache.

"Hey! Steve! Mazefak, damn are you brushing your teeth with Mr. Mighty?"

"Hey, that's right. I don't want to take care of a child on the battlefield."

After Steve finished speaking, he rushed out directly, and the battle quickly entered a fierce stage.

Although the number of ninjas seemed to never decrease, Steve and the others killed them too quickly.

It was almost like an assembly line operation, so after fifteen minutes, the place was cleared.

But Steve didn't seem to have any intention of stopping. He stood up straight and took out the phone.

"Hello, dear Mr. Fisk. I miss your honest face. One of my students got lost, and I chased him all the way to the Hand's territory.

Did you know that the Hand has a New York chapter? I think my students may have gotten lost in this place, although I don't know where it is yet. "

Steve sounded relaxed, as if he was going to have a picnic, but Kingpin's face on the other end of the phone actually didn't look good.

"Steve, what exactly do you want to do? I don't want your school to appear in the eyes of too many people. You shouldn't be so ostentatious, your students..."

"Hey, listen Kingpin, we're friends. I'm not going to accuse you of being a drug dealer, but don't expect me to do what you want.

My student is lost on the territory of the Hand. If I can't find her, then I will make the entire Hand disappear from New York, or even make the entire Hand disappear.

Even if I can only kill ten in a day, I am willing to spend ten years fighting them to the death. "

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone, and Jin didn't know what he should say.

"I assume your students aren't on the docks in Brooklyn."

Kingpin hung up the phone after saying this.

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Nick Fury has been on fire lately.

Unlike in the past, the reason he was angry these days was no longer simply because of Steve.

His good friend Frank also did many earth-shattering things.

Everything changed after last week's trial. His contribution to this country did not occupy a high position in the hearts of the jury.

Those gentlemen seem to have gone too far.

This led his best friend to seemingly take another extreme path.

According to his statistics these days, this damn guy has wiped out more than a dozen gangsters.

Of course, there are many of them who are full of evil, but there are still a few who are really guilty of crimes that do not lead to death.

To be honest, he didn't mind wiping his friend's butt.

But the thing is, you can't give him a piece of paper that's too poor quality.

Now, every time Nick wipes Frank's butt, he feels like the paper is about to get fucked!

Especially now, we actually have to add a Steve?

For God's sake, don't these two bastards know that black lives matter?

"Damn, did Steve go back to his school?"

"No, Director, he went to Brooklyn. Before he went, he had a phone call with Fisk."

"Do you know the reason why he is so weird today?"

"According to intelligence, it was caused by a freshman student from San Diego Middle School not returning to school on time. We are looking for this girl."

"Damn it! He's just a student, and he's already wiped out a gang in Hell's Kitchen. Why does he have to go to Brooklyn? What does he want to do, turn the whole of New York upside down?"

Nick Fury was a little helpless, but he wasn't done sighing yet.

His personal phone rang, and he just glanced at the number and his scalp exploded.

It's a pity that he has no hair, otherwise the current situation must be wonderful.

"Damn it, don't tell me you're going to Brooklyn."

There was no reply on the other end of the phone, just the roar of the siren.

Nick Fury, the spy chief, just heard this whistle and immediately understood everything.

"Damn it! Why today? What's the point of you two getting together and going to Brooklyn? Tell me what Brooklyn has to offer!"

"The Hand."

Frank said three words coldly.

This time it's Nick Fury's turn.

"Mazefak! Don't eat the pickled radish! What do you think I am? A slave who cleans your asses? Damn it!"

Nick let out a roar.

"us?"

The voice on the other end of the phone was still cold, but this time it contained questions.

"Yes, damn! You. You and Steve Rogers! Don't eat the two sour radishes! Damn it, why do you have to go to Brooklyn today! Even if you two are staggered?"

"That's not my thing, Steve Rogers, is that the hero?"

"Yes, damn, he is the principal in Hell's Kitchen now! Damn, why does everyone like to go there to be the principal? Does this make you look very distinguished?"

At this moment, Nick Fury was possessed by a certain delivery code boy, and he let out a soul-searching complaint.

Frank hung up the phone, his eyes flashing with unknown meaning.

He is worrying about where his two children will go these days, but now it seems that the school in Hell's Kitchen might be good.