Rebirth: I am the American leader

"Do you want to listen to what you are saying? Are you a capitalist from Tsarist Russia?

I'm fucking retired! Do you know what it means to be retired? Damn bastard!

Steve, you can't do this to me! "

Old John cursed, and reluctance was written on every wrinkle of his old face.

Steve loaded two bullets into Winchester with a smile on his face, and the latter immediately smiled again.

"Oh, damn. Are you going to be a security guard in a high school? I really like those bastard boys who don't know where to start. Can I just sell contraband there?"

"Old guy, I hope to abide by Chinese laws on American soil, especially regarding contraband."

Steve finished the sentence with a smile, but his hand was already on the trigger.

"Hey! I get it, I get it, you damn bastard! Put the gun down! Have you been brain-broken by terrorists?"

Steve shrugged, unloaded the gun, and reached out to pat his shoulder.

"I'm sorry. You know, war changes a person forever."

"Okay, I understand. You don't need to apologize for this at all, because besides war, life can also change a person."

After saying this, Old John walked into the bedroom, and Steve had no objection to it.

It's a bit boring to live alone in such a big place. With old John around, he can still bicker with this guy.

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"Damn it! In today's Manhattan, can a kid just pop up from anywhere and make me lose face? Can he provoke me so unscrupulously?"

The office decorated with minimalist modernism was already a mess, but Kingpin's roar did not stop.

These guys who come out to hang out all have a common problem.

That is not tolerant enough, because they were born in a jungle.

The creatures here have always been prey to the weak. If the strong does not fight back in time when faced with provocation, then he will face endless troubles.

Hyenas are the most fearsome creatures on the savanna, they are tireless, memoryless and fertile.

Even the Lion King doesn't know how long he can laugh.

If the pervert wearing a hood before was a sign, then the now-defeated Bullseye was a naked provocation.

"Hell's Kitchen! This damn place! Let's go there now!"

Kingpin's rant was quickly answered.

The black Hummer roared out of downtown New York and headed toward Hell's Kitchen.

Unfortunately, the protagonist of this incident, Steve, has already left the residence. He is trying to complete the first commission of his career.

American high schools are much more free than those in China.

At least Steve didn't see any strict requirements on hairstyle or clothing. These guys were very free and precocious in terms of their clothes and appearance.

He was so precocious that he even thought he was on the set, after all, some of the girls were wearing skirts that could only be considered a point at best.

Of course, it was not just these students who greeted him, but also an old white man who looked very elite in a suit and tie.

"Henry Bakht. You can just call me Principal James, or Henry."

Steve stared at the old man's hooked nose. When he spoke, the curves of the nasolabial lines on both sides of his mouth were like a venomous snake spitting out its tongue.

"Steve Rogers. Don't mind my name, my parents are huge fans of this guy."

Steve skillfully fabricated an identity for himself, and the old white man did not suspect anything.

"Haha, this name is very appropriate. Young people of our time all admired him. He represented the hope of America.

He is the hope that leads us out of that desperate situation. I hope you can become hope now. "

Steve stared at the cunning old white man and smiled.

"By the way, I'm new here, and I rely on your guidance for many things. I have no idea how to deal with these gangsters.

You know, I just came back from the war. Let me train new recruits, and I might be better at it. "

"Haha, this high school really needs some serious vibes."

"That's good. I have a few immature plans here. They may conflict with your teaching philosophy, but I hope they can be implemented."

As Steve spoke, he took out a stack of papers from his bag, on which were the plans he had written in his spare time.

For specific points, please refer to an Asian college entrance examination factory.

Henry put on his reading glasses and began to carefully read the plan from Steve.

As time passed, the expression on Henry's face became more and more serious, and in the end he was almost angry.

"Steve Rogers, do you realize that what you wrote is an insult to the American education system?

Do you think children educated in this way can become pillars? "

"Hey, hey, hey! Calm down, Henry. At your age, it's not a good thing to continue to be angry. Anyway, these are just ideas written on paper, not put into practice.

We can totally convince each other, either you convince me or I convince you. "

Steve shifted on the couch, a nonchalant look on his face.

This calmed down the old white man Henry. He took a deep breath and spoke.

"This plan is wrong no matter what. It almost tramples on the educational philosophy of our country, and I completely disagree with it."

"I understand what you are saying, but Principal James. I want to ask you, according to the educational philosophy of our country. Do these people have a chance to change their destiny?

Most of them will finish high school here, then walk out of school to join a gang in Hell's Kitchen, and then die in a fight or a fight.

Does this reflect the superiority of education in our country?

They represent the future of this country. I would rather use some simple and crude methods to keep them away from this damn place of Hell's Kitchen than believe that this country's educational philosophy can shine here. "

Henry Bachter. The old white man took off his reading glasses and rubbed his thumb hard between his eyebrows.

He couldn't refute Steve's words, all his insistence seemed so ridiculous in reality.

He knew that what Steve said was true, and that most of those kids would go through this after graduation.

Even now that they were going through this in school, he was struggling inside.

After a long moment he sighed, looked up at Steve and spoke.

"I can't refuse you because I was robbed by my students on my way to get off work and was solicited by my students as a prostitute.

It feels so bad that if you can change it, it's worth a try. "