Rebirth: I am the American leader

"You mean, I can become a scientist? Or some other big shot?"

Peter Parker looked at Steve excitedly, and the latter nodded.

"Otherwise? Parker, human beings are social animals, and our greatest value will always be reflected in this society. Unless you can massacre all human beings like me, otherwise, becoming a big shot in this society will never be possible. It’s the most correct choice.”

"But, me."

Parker was a little confused. A child of this age has too much to say.

"Are you trying to say that you are just an ordinary family member and can't become a big shot?"

Steve reached out and patted his shoulder.

"You are my student, and there is no more noble status in this world than this. Believe me, no matter what kind of vortex you are in, or what kind of card table you are sitting on.

If you don't want to, I can pull you out at any time and knock the damn card table off. "

He didn't grit his teeth like he had threatened others before, he just told an unchanging truth in a calm tone.

However, it is this kind of plainness that gives Peter Parker great confidence.

In fact, what you need most of the time in life definitely does not require any fanfare, just a simple statement that I am here, or that I am here.

Things are always so simple, but sometimes we project a lot of emotional reflections on this affirmation that should not be there.

We hope that we are the darlings and protagonists of this world.

But most of the time, we are just ordinary people longing for recognition.

"I made a decision!"

It seemed that Steve's words had stimulated him. Peter Parker looked at Steve with a firm face, and spoke word by word with firm eyes as if he was reading the party constitution.

"I want to be a superhero! I don't want to be a scientist!"

Steve was smiling, and without saying a word, a big fight hit him on the back of the head.

"I've been talking to you for a long time, and you finally tell me, do you want to be a fool? Damn you bastard, I'm going to kick your ass! Damn it!"

Steve's hands were so strong that Peter Parker slept soundly.

You can't blame him, young people like them all sleep well like this.

"Get Wade over here, I want to see if this unlucky kid can become a superhero, damn it!"

Gunnar nodded and put the safety on his M16, not because of a good habit left over from the war.

But he was afraid that he would kill Wade with one shot, although this would not cause any serious consequences.

But he didn't want to give Wade this guy a chance to get involved with him.

God, you can't even imagine what it's like to be surrounded by a living, smelly, light- and noise-polluting garbage dump.

Soon Wade arrived. This old Banglao was wearing a plaid shirt, a cowboy hat and leather boots. He looked like he had just returned from grazing cattle and sheep in the pasture.

"Hey, boss, have you finally remembered your loyal subordinate? Let me tell you, I have recently mastered the castration technology of bulls and the postpartum care of cows. Believe me, as long as you let me go to your farm, Two cows this year will be eight cows next year, and a herd the year after that.”

Steve almost nodded after listening to this guy's very bewitching words.

But then he thought about this guy's terrible personality and the law enacted in the Netherlands that no one is allowed to do anything.

Although this is the United States and Dutch law may not be applicable here, he still doesn't want to take the risk.

"Come on Wade, I'm really scared that you're going to kill the animals on our farm after you smoke the leaves. See this kid? He wants to be a superhero, just like you idiot who wears a hood and goes around doing heroic things.

This is really terrible. I will give you three months to change his terrible concept. Otherwise, I will castrate you once a day until he stops talking about being a superhero. "

Steve's threat was vicious and effective. At least Wade performed a two-point pliers on the spot.

"Oh, boss, this is inhumane. You know, even the Nazis wouldn't castrate someone repeatedly."

Steve had no intention of breaking up with him. He just gave him a look and turned around and left.

Steve was very tired these days.

God, those guys in the military are much harder to deal with than Nick.

These guys didn't say a word of truth, and the green military uniforms were just to cover up their ambitions.

These guys have long since transformed from generals into qualified politicians.

Even if Steve wanted to threaten directly, it would be like hitting cotton wool in front of them.

Even to death he would not tell anyone about the whereabouts of Dr. Banner.

If Steve hadn't asked for his status and benefits to be restored later, these old bastards would have given him a severance package of $200 and allowed him to go home and grow cotton.

In response, Steve took out his hammer and said with a smile that he was actually a chef.

My favorite thing to do is to make hand-made beef balls.

The old guys gave in quickly, at least they gave up before Steve had a chance to lift the hammer.

Steve is now an honorary five-star general in the United States and has an independent office in the Pentagon.

The salary and benefits are directly filled, and the only requirement is that this guy can't really work in the military.

Steve naturally agreed with both hands.

With this identity, it is much more convenient for him to do many things. Otherwise, it would be quite troublesome to mix dumpling fillings every time.

Wade woke Parker roughly and led him out of the classroom.

This was something Steve allowed, and no one in the entire San Diego High School came out to refute it.

The only thing that can be considered as resistance is Frank's words not to show his face.

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"Hi, how is the situation at the school recently? I see that you are managing this place well. It seems that this place can run well without me."

Steve sat across from Frank carelessly, talking to himself and saying something that only he could understand.

"Actually, it's not good. I don't know if you've noticed one thing. There are more and more people with super powers nowadays."

Frank is still unsmiling, even now he is wearing a three-piece suit and looks like an elite.

But you can still see the murderous intent on his serious face.

It seems that he still has many enemies to kill, and now he is just forced to sit here and be a social beast.

"I know, but what does this have to do with school?"

"There are capable students in our schools, but that's not the point. An organization calling itself an academy is coming to handle the transfer procedures for these children."