Rebirth: I am the American leader

He wanted to ask Barney if he should shoot the recruits who always wanted to quit when they encountered him, and then find a deserted place and plant them into the sea.

But unfortunately, Barney is currently worrying about Christmas.

You know, a Setovia stripper sounds as unsafe as a smuggled prostitute from Eastern Europe.

As the leader of the team, Barney is understandable in doing so.

Yin Yang has been busy enrolling his child in school these two days. This guy is a Chinese in the traditional sense.

He is the kind of character who will continue to be selfless after having children.

Gunnar has never seen this boy's child, and he heard that he is a somewhat rebellious little boy.

The two guys, Caesar and Highway, are now venting all their enthusiasm on the rugby team. Big Ivan has protested more than once that such intensity of training will destroy Anton's meniscus.

It's a pity that the arms dealer's words could not reach San Diego Middle School at all, although Principal Steve expressed his intention to find a successor.

But until he actually left school, no one dared to really jump out and accuse him.

Especially since this redneck had just killed the entire human-snake organization in Hell's Kitchen a few days ago.

Now all of Hell's Kitchen understands a simple truth.

You can be a bad person, but you must not be so bad as San Diego High School.

You can sell happiness on the street, but you can never hire students from San Diego High School.

You can use a debt trap to trick someone into selling their body, but this person must not have anything to do with San Diego High School.

Because Steve Rogers was there, this guy was a legend throughout Hell's Kitchen.

Even Big Ivan's status has increased recently. After all, if it weren't for him, Hell's Kitchen High School would never have developed into the San Diego High School it is today.

"Sir, I only have six hours of rest every day. It's inhumane, you know?"

Parker, who was originally energetic and seemed to have ADHD, is now dying. The dark circles on his face can prove that what he said is true.

"I know this is inhumane, but Mr. Steve has told you that you are not an ordinary person. I think you should understand what I mean. This is how we always deal with geniuses."

Gunnar loaded his Colt 1911 as he spoke, "This is a teaching tool specially prepared for you by Mr. Steve. According to what he said, even a professional soldier like me carries a weapon." Only under certain circumstances can it pose a little threat to you."

Parker let out a sharp crack, there was nothing he could do.

There is no American high school student who is not afraid of seeing someone with a gun in school.

It is a national characteristic, so to speak.

Gunnar smiled. He felt like a Nazi concentration camp officer in the movie.

The first thing I do when I get up every morning is load my rifle, and then randomly find two white butts and shoot them.

It's a pity that now he can't find two random white butts and can only keep staring at Peter Parker's butt.

To be honest, he still likes the name Rogers Parker gave him, so awesome Parker.

This makes it seem more intimate.

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Steve Rogers finally found his direction in life.

He found the right farm in damn Brooklyn, but he clearly had no idea how to run it.

A boss who has money and executive ability but is completely ignorant of technology is a disaster for any company.

The new worker told him for the third time that this place was really not suitable for growing cotton.

No one would think about growing cotton in a hot and humid place like Brooklyn. Even if you recruit all the niggers in New York City, you won't be able to harvest it in a short time.

There simply isn't enough time here for you to pick the cotton.

But Rogers didn't listen to this guy's reasonable advice at all. He nodded and continued to ask.

“What if I hire more people?”

"I mean black people, and I pay, double the price."

Now the speaker was completely desperate.

This top student majoring in agriculture who graduated from Southwestern University of Technology, stared at Steve Rogers' serious face and was finally sure that he was a racist with thick eyebrows and big eyes.

He didn't want to grow any cotton at all. He just wanted to watch black people picking cotton every year.

"If you just want to satisfy your fetish, I think you could grow a little watermelon in Brooklyn. Just a little, mind you."

"Huh? Who do you think I am? You're saying it like I'm a racist bastard. How about half of it?"

"Damn it! If I had known I would have to work for a boss like you after graduation, I might as well have just rotted away in school!"

"I'll pay you double your salary, and I'll see half the land here planted with watermelons."

Steve once again used his trump card. From the current point of view, every time Steve said this sentence, the Asian named Zhou kicked the small clods of soil on the ground and left cursing.

"I said, are you really not doing this because of racial discrimination?"

Old John followed him on the grounds that he was always a cowboy, and Steve smiled and shook his head.

"My friend, don't you want to see Nick Fury and those kids from school here picking cotton and watermelons and stuff like that?"

Old John was rarely silent. To be honest, even though everyone was black.

But for some reason, the thought of Nick Fury's face made him want to crack the whip.

Rogers whistled somewhat relaxedly and turned to look at a sturdy child.

"Richard, don't be so restrained. Although your father and I don't have a good relationship, in the final analysis, I actually quite admire you.

When are you going to attend San Diego High School? Rest assured, no one will know your identity or who your father is. "

"Sorry, Mr. Steve, I think I can learn more by being with you."

"Look, Wilson is so lucky to have such a smart kid. Seriously, your mind is even better than your dad's strength."

Ever since Kingpin's incident, this kid had been by his side.

In fact, Kingpin originally intended to enroll him in San Diego Middle School, but before he could do so, he was hit by an explosion.

"I want to find out who did this."

Richard was very sensible and did not say why he did this.

But how could Rogers not know?

The woman named Vanessa is still dead. It's not like he hasn't thought about changing it.

But such an elusive thing as fate is particularly difficult to describe in a fictional world.

He didn't think he could save Vanessa, and he didn't even think Richard could live long.