Rebirth: I am the American leader

“That’s how the damn world is, we seem quite free here, but all kinds of things are locked up on us.

No one can be truly free, and of course I am not Hidagar.

I don't care about freedom, I just want a possibility.

Humans are individuals with infinite possibilities, right? The important thing for us to prove that this world is material is still this infinite possibility.

I hope to return this infinite possibility to these students. "

Steve is indeed a professional troll. In addition to the most basic foul language, he also touches on some basic philosophical concepts.

You can't blame him. He's not the kind of low-level troll who only asks about the other person's family tree. He's also good at confusing people.

In other words, he knows the rhythm.

Henry Bachter looked at Steve and opened his mouth, his eyes finally showing some excitement.

"You are the most different guy I have ever met. You are right, in comparison. You are the one who returns freedom to these children. I hope you can succeed."

Steve smiled and held out his hand to shake.

"Don't worry, you won't be disappointed. Old John, get those kids to gather on the playground."

Old John, who was always standing outside the door with his hands in his pockets, grinned when he heard this, showing his white teeth, and walked out swaggeringly.

"I absolutely love it here. It's almost as fun as Chicago."

Only a third of the school was there when Steve stood on the bleachers in his motorcycle jacket.

Half of the other two-thirds did not come to the playground, and half did not come to school at all.

Steve ignored the bad guys and took over the roster from Henry.

He started to call out the names, and when he finished, he grinned and took the Winchester from Old John's hand.

"Hi, hello, I'm the new principal. In the next period of time, you'd better listen to me. Next, to prove this point, I'm going to drive away the boys who didn't come here. come over.

You know, I always felt like I was born to be a cowboy in Montana. "

He put one hand on the fence of the stand and jumped down from the two-meter-high stand.

"Wow, this guy looks different from the teacher who came before."

"Yeah, his chest muscles almost hit his chin."

The dark-haired girl looked down upon her nymphomaniac best friend, who smiled awkwardly.

"Hey, no need to be so mean, right? I mean, he's probably a nice guy."

"Haha, running around here with a Winchester? This guy seems to have supplied all the nutrients to his chest muscles. Maybe his brain is as smooth as a pea."

"boom!!!!"

The gunshot interrupted the black-haired girl's rant, followed by a flurry of panic.

Soon a large group of people rushed into the playground as if they had encountered zombies.

"Damn it! This madman actually put a smoke bomb on every floor."

The big white man in the lead had red eyes, lowered his head and kept coughing. The black-haired girl nodded and the expression on her face changed slightly.

"Well, it seems that this pea is not as smooth as I thought."

"Everyone, I haven't had a chance to introduce myself yet. My name is Steve Rogers. You can call me Steve, or you can call me Principal Rogers.

In the next period of time, I will be the boss here.

I know some of you guys must be unconvinced, but it doesn't matter, I'm here.

You can come and challenge me at any time and anywhere. "

After Steve said this, he simply opened his arms and looked at the guys in front of him with a smile on his face.

"But until you fail to defeat me, you can call this hell."

Steve continued to talk about the school rules he had set, and the voices below became louder and louder, and finally turned into a protest.

"Rogers! Why do we have to wear the same tracksuits? It makes us look like stupid potatoes growing in the ground!"

The black-haired girl covered her mouth with her hands to imitate a trumpet shape and shouted at Steve.

"Quiet!"

Steve roared, a terrifying aura bursting out of him.

That is the momentum that is constantly honed on the battlefield, and not these little gangsters or adolescent boys and girls can compete with it.

"I know you will have a lot of dissatisfaction, but, damn it. Look around you, this is Hell's Kitchen! Damn Hell's Kitchen!

Where do you think you are standing?

As long as you step out of this school, there will be countless sins waiting for you. Drug trafficking, murder, robbery, arson, rape! Do you think you have finished your high school years here?

No, your whole damn life has been ruined by you.

So from now on, you have to implement my school rules even if you don’t want to! "

After Steve said this, he restrained his momentum, but his determined eyes still stared at these poor guys with anger.

"Hi, Steve. I don't mean to be devil's advocate, but are you being a little too harsh on these kids?"

Steve turned his head to look at Old John and grinned.

"I thought you old bastard wouldn't have any sympathy for them, but you know this is necessary. Come on, let's return this place to Principal Henry Bachet.

There are still a third of the pups roaming the neighborhood and we need to bring them back. "

Old John nodded. This old guy was wearing an old-fashioned black trench coat today, a red square scarf with white spots around his neck, and a black cowboy hat on his head.

By comparison, Steve looked like the second in command of some biker gang.

"I can't wait any longer. Hurry up. Do you have a means of transportation? My pickup truck is not very convenient here."

Steve smiled and said, "I think this thing is quite convenient. After all, its bumper is all metal. Let's go. It will be bad if we are late."

The roar of the motor made the already noisy streets even noisier, and the noise of the diesel engine was quite alarming.

All of Hell's Kitchen got a little murkier today.

Because besides them, there was also a convoy coming from the center of New York.

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"Hi! Hello, I am the new principal. I would like to ask if you have any students from our school here. You know, the outside world is always more attractive than the school."

Steve smiled as he loaded his Winchester and walked towards the drug addicts gathered on the street corner.

"High school students? Oh, I miss those high school girls so much. They are so touching when they struggle."

A black man with tears tattooed on his cheeks laughed, and Steve's gun butt responded.