Rebirth: I am the American leader

Stark watched Steve struggle for a long time, really not knowing what he wanted to verify.

"Hi, you know, I have superpowers. I have strong self-healing ability. You don't have to worry about me. Besides, I am an adult and I will be responsible for what I do."

Although Stark still feels very naive, who can refuse to take a shot at this veteran?

At least in his understanding, if he refused, that black guy Nick Fury would be happy to personally control the heavy machine gun to fulfill this guy's long-cherished wish.

"you sure?"

Steve nodded firmly, his eyes as firm as if he wanted to join the party.

"I am sure."

"Jarvis, where's my Italian cannon?"

Steve frowned, always feeling that Jarvis had been the second battalion commander.

"Preparing, estimated to take three minutes."

Steve finally came to his senses, "Are you ready?"

"How is it possible? You are my most respected uncle, my dearest friend, brother, and brother. How could I prepare Italian artillery in advance?"

Steve always felt that this forced child was a little too excited.

But it didn't matter, it was just what he needed.

His belief was soon shaken, because Stark, a forced man, pulled out a 105-caliber cannon.

Although he didn't know what the Italian cannons in this world looked like, the caliber was obviously beyond that.

"You don't care about this..."

He wants to say you call this Italian cannon?

But before he finished speaking, Stark couldn't wait to launch.

A huge roar muffled his voice.

A small mushroom cloud exploded on the field, and Steve's body was instantly charred.

The pale golden light in the muscles slowly exploded, and the new body completed its growth in an instant.

Steve turned his head, feeling the changes in his body.

The originally fragile flesh and blood turned into a texture similar to that of special tires. He knew that artillery of this caliber could no longer cause any harm to him.

So he raised his middle finger to Stark, who looked at him in amazement.

"Jarvis, change the caliber."

This was destined to be a day full of gunfire. Steve was in pain and happiness, and was growing at an extremely unreasonable speed.

Soon, in addition to nuclear bombs, conventional firepower was already on the scene.

Next, all that's left is some unconventional firepower.

This is not what Stark can provide, and Steve does not ask too much for it.

"Young man, can you do it?"

Steve patted Stark's shoulder earnestly, and the latter's eyes completely changed after these words.

"I still have laser weapons. Damn it, just wait. Next time you come here, I must let you know what pain is."

Steve clapped his hands and said with a look on his face.

"Then you are awesome. I thought you could kill me?"

Stark was so angry that he had itching teeth, but there was no good solution.

"Okay, whatever doesn't kill me will only make me stronger. This is not chicken soup but the truth."

After Steve said this, he left Starr Industrial Park. The value here was close to zero to him.

At least until Stark actually pulls out his laser weapon.

Steve felt that he had gained nothing, at least the current situation was that conventional firepower could no longer harm him.

He felt that he could still take another wave.

But there is no good target now, as for a certain green skin.

Well, he had to go to the Department of Defense.

He had to see where the military guys were at.

Steve is a straightforward character, although he has no idea where the Ministry of Defense is.

But he knew where the Pentagon was.

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Thor now makes three attempts a day, once in the morning, once at noon and once in the evening.

At least he would give it a try with confidence every time after finishing his meal.

"Hey, Thor, are you looking for your hammer again? What's so hard about picking up the hammer? Steve doesn't see anything particularly hard about picking it up."

Lao Zhou skillfully held the coffee and looked at Thor as he spoke with a sigh.

The latter ignored Lao Zhou and walked out directly.

"You have to learn what respect means. I am your senior in the workplace! You must at least respect me!"

Lao Zhou looked at the people in front of him and complained endlessly, without any awareness of being a weakling.

"Zhou, have you finished planting cotton?"

Old John came over and wanted to be mean, but the latter glanced at him sideways.

"They have been planted a long time ago, and now they are waiting for you guys to pick them. Speaking of which, why don't you stop Steve's damn idea? Isn't he afraid of being found?"

Lao Zhou looked at the other party with a puzzled face, and the latter shrugged.

"Do you think my objection is useful?"

There was no excessive emotion on Old John's face when he said these words, but Old Zhou felt a profound powerlessness from these words.

"Okay, okay, you are not the only one who has been raped by life on Sickle Farm. Let's be more open-minded."

Old John silently drank the whiskey in the glass and raised his middle finger to Old Zhou.

Richard finally returned to school under Frank's repeated invitations.

He has integrated well into the new environment, and after seeing this guy's power, Carl eagerly wanted to invite him to join his team.

Wayne took a wait-and-see attitude towards him, while Kang immediately recognized him as the boss.

As for Peter Parker.

Our Mr Parker is working on his thirtieth kilogram homework, although Steve has now completely given up on running the school.

But for Peter Parker, he still had clear teaching instructions.

To put it simply, it is inhumane, to be honest.

Even the Chinese who are good at question-and-answer tactics will shout that this is fucking inhumane when they see the workload of Peter Parker.

"Peter, haven't you finished your homework yet?"

Gunnar changed to a brand new teaching aid, a classic M16.

It's a style rarely used by soldiers like them.

"Damn it! Gunnar! Do you know how much homework I have today? A whole pound! Who the hell could give a teenager that much homework!"

"Hey, kid, this is the money our Veterans BBQ specially allocated for you from the beer fund. You don't even want to say thank you, but you still scold us?"

"Damn it! You old asses! When I grow up I will definitely kick your asses hard!"

I have to say that San Diego Middle School is very good at training people. At least Peter doesn't look so sissy now.

If Steve were here, he would be happy to call Stark and tell him that men just can't be too effeminate.

"Okay, kid, but you'd better finish your homework quickly. The principal will be back next week, and he's coming back just for you."