Rebirth: I am the American leader

Because he remembered that in the original book, this child also died.

"To be honest, you might learn a lot by staying with me, and you might even be able to achieve extraordinary things. But the problem is the child. Both I and your father hope that you can live a relatively complete teenager.

You have to go to school to accept heavy academic work and simple interpersonal relationships. Maybe you will develop pure and beautiful feelings for a certain classmate in the class.

Of course, if you dare to fall in love prematurely, I will still break your legs. "

Steve seemed lost in memories as he spoke, but he soon remembered his role as a hawkish educator.

"I am not saying this to say how good the school is, but to remind you that you must experience some relatively pure things in life. Only in this way will you not be disappointed with the world too quickly."

Richard looked at Steve silently, and he saw a trace of nostalgia and sincerity in this man.

He thought that maybe at this moment, this man also remembered some beautiful things.

I just don’t know why such a powerful person would feel moved.

"Okay, sir. I will report to Sandia Middle School tomorrow, but I still want to know who did my mother's death."

Steve turned his head and glanced at the teenage boy in surprise. After all, he had Fisk's blood flowing on him.

Even though he was completely overwhelmed by Steve in terms of momentum, he still showed considerable stubbornness.

He even had the illusion that as long as he didn't agree to the other party's request, he would have no choice but to kill him with a gun.

"I'm really liking you more and more, and I'll do this for you. Just think of it as our honorary school director, and now go clean the stables with your old Uncle John."

Old John rolled his eyes, "We are going to feed the horses. You know, every cowboy must feed his own horse with his own hands."

"I know, but it sounds like the same reason every married man can't sleep well at night. Are you really telling a dirty joke?"

Steve raised his middle finger at him, signaling the two of them to disappear from his sight.

Then he took out his cell phone and called Jin.

The phone ring was as long as the one connected to an unguarded mausoleum. Just when Steve was about to hang up the phone, a man's breathing came from the other end.

Steve knew it was the Kingpin on the other side.

"Hey, listen up. I promised Richard to find the murderer who killed Vanessa, and I know that you will most likely become a complete villain after this time.

But before I kill you, let the two of us get this done.

You know, as parents, we always have to give our children an acceptable answer.

Otherwise, your son will probably have to live with this forever. "

After Steve finished speaking, he hung up the phone directly. If he hadn't considered that the underground world in New York still needed a reliable guy, he wouldn't even have made this call.

Even if he was confident that he could kill the entire gang in New York within three days, he would not become an underground emperor.

Are you kidding me?

Do you know how many trivial things you have to deal with in this position?

Steve didn't feel the need to put himself in this position.

He twisted his neck and looked at the sun that had just reached the sea, thinking that since he had promised someone else, it was better to do it sooner rather than later.

Soon the sound of the motor started disappearing from the farm, and Steve reappeared in New York with his hammer and an inconspicuous shield.

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The number of trees in the virgin forest maintains a constant number most of the time. Only when a big tree collapses suddenly does the number of these trees increase suddenly.

Billy Russo agrees with this and is actually quite comfortable these days.

Although many of his men died in the firefight, what does it matter?

This is New York, and there is no shortage of young people coming from all over the country who want to try their luck.

He will always have minions, and brand new minions.

"Boss, we are almost going to swallow up Kingpin's territory, in a few days. We will be the underground emperor of the entire New York, do you know?"

The black boy who spoke had a strong southern accent, and he didn't sound like a very high-quality person.

But what does this matter?

Billy Russo didn't care at all about the quality of his consumables. He just needed these unlucky guys to deliver his specially made packages.

But the world is always like this, accidents and tomorrow never know which one will come first.

While they were still feeling proud, a motorcycle rushed downstairs of their stronghold at extremely fast speeds.

Although this two-story bar is tightly guarded, it is still facing the street.

Geographically, it's the same place as Steve's house in Hell's Kitchen.

But alas, Billy Russo is obviously not Captain America.

The next thing became very simple, Steve rushed into the bar with his unpretentious shield that gleamed from stainless steel.

By the way, I used my own hammer to hammer out some fresh dumpling fillings on the first floor.

Steve didn't know who to look for in New York. He didn't know who would want to kill Kingpin and his family.

It's not because Kingpin is kind to others, but because he is too big and attracts attention.

It can be said that 11 out of 10 gangsters in New York have fantasized about how they can dominate New York after they take down the Kingpin.

Fortunately, Steve is a simple Communist at heart and understands very well the basic philosophy of whoever benefits will take action.

He found a random gangster on the street, asked who was popular in New York now, and then killed him directly.

These were all a bunch of scum anyway, and he didn't care that he had the wrong person.

"hello."

When Steve appeared in front of Billy Russo with a hammer, his hammer was dripping blood.

"I think I shouldn't be late, by the way, in order to facilitate our next conversation. That's it, sir, do you have a tough mouth?"

Steve looked politely at Billy Russo sitting behind the large desk.

The latter had reached under his desk. There was no half-dressed secretary there, but instead a large-caliber shotgun.

Steve noticed something was wrong with him and immediately took out the phone.

"Wait a minute, I have a friend who will be here soon. I think we can have a good chat then."

Billy Russo didn't give him a chance and directly pulled the trigger.

A large ball of lead bullets flew toward him in the light of the fire.

But Steve's movements were too fast, even faster than the ball of lead bullets, and he waved his shield casually.

All the lead bullets were swatted away by him like flies.