Rebirth: I am the American leader

Human beings are such creatures, we always have confidence in ourselves, and I always believe that we can do anything until we actually fail.

So these unlucky guys actually thought Kingpin was old.

His bulky muscles had been replaced by fat.

Although I don’t know what method to use yet, there must be a tool in this world that can kill Jin Bin.

Of course, these guys can't be too stupid if they can get to this point in New York.

You know, there are too many young people with strange abilities in this land.

So they neither chose the knives, sticks, and stun guns commonly used by gangsters, nor did they choose the Chicago typewriter with a strong American style, nor did they choose the classic M1911.

They chose RDX mixed with C4, a very powerful explosive. They believed that only five kilograms of this explosive would be enough to end a legend.

I have to say that this is a naive and dangerous idea.

Soon the meeting once again reached an impasse, similar to the dilemma between Tom and Jerry.

It’s not that there are no bells for cats to wear in this world, but there really isn’t a mouse that can wear bells for cats.

Don't expect these guys to have the guts to be wary of Kingpin.

There is no way anyone without courage could walk up to Kingpin.

Come on, that's Kingpin.

Fertilo, the only one who could satisfy both conditions at the same time, was a complete conspirator. He had no confidence in surviving the explosion of five kilograms of high explosives.

He wanted to overthrow Kingpin purely because he wanted to enjoy the sunshine that Kingpin enjoyed alone in the past.

The prerequisite for this is that he must survive to sprout.

"Gentlemen! Gentlemen! Gentlemen! Why can't we leave professional things to professionals like we did in the past? I mean, I remember Kingpin seemed to have a trebuchet under his command?"

In the end, Mr. Jigsaw gave a reasonable suggestion, but this suggestion obviously failed to impress Fertilo.

“If you’re talking about the white guy with the bullseye tattooed on his forehead, I don’t think he could have done your job, he had his hands blown off by some guy who was supposedly a teacher.

In order to save his life, we had to amputate his limbs. This had nothing to do with punishment. "

Although Fertilo concealed the truth, most of you here knew what was going on.

It seemed that this guy was deposed by Kingpin because of poor performance, and everyone present fell into silence again.

Only Mr. Jigsaw had a crazy look in his eyes.

"Hi, gentlemen, I have been to the Gulf battlefield. It was the first time I set foot on the battlefield, and I faced that outstanding guy Saddam. To be honest, if we hadn't completely crushed each other technically, .I even thought it would become the new Vietnam. God, did you see what I looked like?

The military doctor who was accompanying me at that time even planned to burn me and the shit in the camp because I was just an orphan from Montana.

But I survived and fought in that damn war.

Damn, I mean, we don’t have any good options now anyway, why not give this guy a chance? "

"Clap clap clap."

Fertilo was the first to break the silence.

Although Mr. Jigsaw is not a handsome orator, his speech is equally captivating.

At least Fertilo was a little moved, just like Mr. Jigsaw said.

There's nothing they can do now anyway, so why not give it a try?

"I think we should all be able to contribute some orders. After Mr. Bullseye proves himself, maybe we can consider giving him a chance to make contributions?"

Fertilo spread his hands, tilted his head and said.

Everyone present nodded. They only had one chance to assassinate Kingpin.

Although they believed that Kingpin was already a fat pig waiting to be slaughtered, as a human being, when faced with a 400-pound fat pig, if the first blow cannot kill the opponent.

Then the consequences will be difficult to bear.

And everyone present did not want to pay the price.

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"Hey Judy, you just said you came from Hell's Kitchen? No wonder, no no no, no. No offense, I just wanted to say that I heard the crime rate is high there, right? Really? Are there super criminals out there? I mean, super villains like that?"

"Peter, your teacher must never give you homework. Why do you always have so much energy? Haven't you been to the hospital for a checkup? I mean, you look like you have ADHD. As for what you said 's super villain—"

Judy lengthened her voice deliberately, with a sly smile flashing in her eyes.

"I think the man you're looking for is Steve Rogers. He's probably the biggest villain in Hell's Kitchen, you know? He forces all the students into his school. No, that place should be called a concentration camp. Yes! He even forced us to wear these woven bags! Damn it, you can’t even imagine how thick our homework is! He wants us to do all the questions in the world!"

"Oh, that sounds terrible. How many classes do you have a day? I mean, how many hours of sleep do you get?"

"Six hours. He said that based on China's characteristics, if someone tells you that your salary is 3,000 to 5,000, then your salary is 3,000. Those scientists who said that humans need six to eight hours a day must also mean this. .

And this is why I am here! Damn it, do you know where I can sleep comfortably? "

Peter looked at Judy, whose eyes were shining, and said something mysteriously.

"my home."

(Don’t worry, the author focuses on one quality. Although he has never read the adult version of Spider-Man, this book will definitely not involve pornography.)

"Your home? Wow, you know what? If you dared to talk to me like that in Hell's Kitchen, I would stab you in the stomach with a knife."

"Hey! Come on, you just need a place to sleep. Aunt May is home and she'll set you up, but seriously. Do you have a knife on you?"

"Of course, who are you, Aunt Mei, you are talking about?"

"family!"

Peter Parker said this with determination and happiness, like a sparkling puppy.

This put Judy in a good mood, so she patted the other person's shoulder hard and motioned for him to lead the way.

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New York City Police Department.

George Stacey kept wiping the sweat from his brow.

He didn't know what kind of shit he had stepped into today, so that he had to personally receive this weird group.

A cold killer, a neurotic killer, a red neck with a gentle look.

And, dear Mr. Tony Stark.

When he saw Tony appear here, he even felt that the United States was finished.