Rebirth: I am the American leader

This sentence awakened Thor's subconscious, and even now he still feels that picking up Mjolnir again is more important than anything else.

Rogers calmed down the big golden retriever and thought about what position he should be assigned to the farm.

He shouldn't be able to understand Bai You's thoughts, but looking at this arm, he should be good at whipping.

Although Thor was still laughing foolishly under Rogers' comfort, at least he was able to listen to what he said.

Nick looked at the other party helplessly. He didn't feel sorry for his six million dollars.

After all, although there is no such thing as cutting corners in the United States, it is still very reasonable for a toilet seat to sell for 300,000 US dollars.

God knows how many toilet seats SHIELD has?

"Where are you taking him? This is SHIELD, he needs to be handed over to us..."

Nick Fury looked at Rogers who was about to take Thor away and said with a cold face.

"Huh? Where did you get the courage to tell me this? Think about it carefully. If you ask me to wipe your ass that you can't wipe, you will still leave your shit behind."

Steve looked at the other guy with the disbelief in his eyes like some Florida tough guy blowing off an exhaust pipe.

"This is SHIELD property and we spent money on it!"

Rogers sneered, "Haha, I knew you were a bastard. I thought you black people would hate the human trade, but I didn't expect you to be so enthusiastic about the human trade.

God, I'm sorry for a scumbag like you. "

Rogers knows how to stand on the moral high ground and point fingers, because he often did this when he was an Internet troll.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been killed offline.

Even Nick was a little panicked now. You know, America is a place where people are obsessed with political correctness.

Even if Nick is really a scumbag who supports human trafficking, he can't say it openly.

"But he's an alien!"

"No, he's a white guy and you nigga want to traffic in white guys!"

Rogers became emotionally unstable, and Nick felt like he should die. He didn't know where things went wrong.

To sum up, it should be this bad boy named Rogers. There is nothing he can do. It can be said that everything has gone wrong for him since he met this guy.

It almost cost him half his life. He stared at Rogers and finally had no choice but to take a half step away.

He can't really admit that he is politically incorrect in front of so many people, can he?

Although there is no problem for him personally, it can even be said to be very reasonable.

But in that case, his political career would be over.

Don't believe the nonsense that SHIELD is a global organization. Their previous director is now a member of Congress.

In fact, almost all directors of S.H.I.E.L.D. will go to Congress to spend time after leaving office.

There's no way Nick Fury doesn't have this kind of ambition.

Rogers got his wish and walked away with the golden retriever, leaving the SHIELD building that cost tens of billions to slowly burn behind him.

Nick looks like a bitch.

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Thor woke up the next day at Steve's farm.

Rogers and Richard were walking the horse. Thor had never seen this kind of creature before. In his impression, the horse should have wings and a horn.

Yesterday's anesthetic gave him a headache, which was similar to a human hangover.

But even so, he still remembered that someone told him last night that he could help him pick up Mjolnir.

So he stood up with force and wanted to find the person in his memory.

This was not a difficult task, after all, Steve held a barbecue dinner on the farm early in the morning.

Almost all the neighbors came here. After all, it is really difficult to find someone who wants to take the initiative to treat guests.

Rogers skillfully used a boning knife to decompose a bull that had been bled. As a Chinese, he could not accept the practice of not bleeding and then draining the acid.

This is too long.

Although the practice of direct bloodletting may bring people from animal protection groups to your door, what does it matter?

This is Brooklyn, and those guys can't get in.

To be honest, this is the first time Rogers has met his neighbors.

Maybe it's the Rogers part of him that's kicking in, and he's enjoying the life of a farmer now.

When Thor arrived at the party venue, Old John, who was busy roasting corn, casually handed him a fork.

The latter took the fork without knowing why and looked at Old John blankly. The atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.

"Hey? You know everyone has to work here, right? I just gave you a fork to roast corn, and I didn't hand you a wedding ring to marry you. There's really no need for you to look at me like that."

Old John had never been looked at by a white man like this in his life, and it was really offensive to him.

The latter grabbed his long blond hair, gestured with the fork in his hand, and finally stuck a corn in his hand with some helplessness.

Old John looked at the corn that was stuck sideways and felt that it was an injustice that the corn was dead.

Rogers was demonstrating how to break down a cow, and his amazing five senses were fulfilled in his body.

His almost abnormal vision allows him to keenly detect the gaps in bones.

Soon all that was left of the cow was its skeleton.

Rogers wiped the knife with satisfaction and turned to look at the red necks.

"What are you doing in a daze? Cut it and bake it yourself. This is Sickle Farm. You have to do it yourself if you want it. I mean using labor in exchange for our better tomorrow."

Rogers didn't have much talent in speaking, but after all, this guy had done recruiting work before, so his speech was still very contagious.

This group of red necks quickly got into action, and the sensible old cowboys removed the best meat from the tenderloin and beef face in advance.

To express their respect, Rogers stabbed the two pieces of meat with a knife and accepted their tribute.

Rogers strode up to Old John, who now had to take care of two children.

Richard was fine, he didn't have to worry much.

To be honest, if Rogers hadn't repeatedly emphasized that this was a twelve-year-old child, he would have even thought that this was a twenty-two-year-old adult.

After all, both in terms of body shape and behavior, this guy is too precocious.

Rogers casually handed the two pieces of meat to the only official employee of the farm. He liked this Chinese man who graduated from Southwestern Polytechnic University very much.

Lao Zhou took the two pieces of meat with some gloominess, cut them into pieces skillfully and soaked them.

He didn't understand why this guy who had never been to China liked Chinese food so much, and he didn't understand why this guy firmly believed that he could cook Chinese food.