Rebirth: I am the American leader

Scott Sammas resisted with a look of horror on his face, unwilling to open his eyes.

Although he did feel that the red neck needed a lesson, he was from the academy after all.

Not the kind of character who kills innocent people indiscriminately.

But then again, you don’t kill innocent people indiscriminately, but you can’t stop innocent people from committing suicide themselves?

Steve forcing his eyelids open was like lighting up a cigarette in a room full of gas.

He wanted to refuse, but the hand was too strong.

No wonder Hank slept so soundly.

The red laser sprayed out uncontrollably, and Steve, as the closest guy, directly caught this terrifying ray with his face.

Everyone present held their breath, although they didn't know how lethal this laser ray was.

But those escaping rays plowing terrible ravines on the ground have answered this question.

Human body tissue is obviously unable to withstand such rays, but the problem is, Steve is not only unscathed.

He didn't even close his eyes.

For the first time in so many years, Scott looked into someone's eyes without wearing glasses.

He felt like he was scared out of his wits.

This guy is a monster beyond his comprehension.

He was a little scared.

"Huh? It looks like your eyes are very bright and shining. How about we do this? You take me to your school to have a look.

Then, let's discuss compensation. "

Steve pointed to the non-existent bruises and abrasions on his face and said somewhat exaggeratedly.

"You see, I am actually an honorary five-star general in the United States. It is unjustifiable for you to beat me like this."

Scott didn't know how to answer.

He had gone on many thrilling adventures in his life, but this was the first time he had seen such a fucked up person.

Fight, you may not be able to win.

Use your power to suppress others. MacArthur is still alive.

Even if you get documents from the Ministry of Education, come on, San Diego High School is not registered with the Ministry of Education at all.

This is no longer a dog biting a hedgehog, but a dog biting a leatherback sea turtle.

"Sir, what exactly are you going to do?"

"I'm an educator and I want to visit my peers' schools. What's the problem?"

Steve took out a cigar from his jacket pocket, lit it skillfully, and looked at the other person with some confusion.

It was as if the other party asked an unusually stupid question.

In fact, Steve was right.

There is really nothing wrong with an educator visiting a fellow educator's school, but the question is who will be carrying a hammer and shield when visiting the school.

Especially the bloody smell on the hammer was so thick that it looked like it had just been fished out of bloody water.

Who would believe that this guy really went to visit the school?

Scott wouldn't believe it anyway, but he couldn't help but believe it.

Because this guy's eyes were already very cold, he knew that as long as he shook his head, he would probably get shot in the head.

What is this thing called?

But Scott didn't worry, he could take Steve to school, after all, the professor was there.

No matter how powerful the body is, it can only surrender.

"This is completely pertinent and reasonable advice. Without further ado, shall we set off now?"

Steve held his cigar in his mouth and looked at Scott who suddenly changed his attitude, grinning with a bright smile.

"Really, I still like your unruly look before."

Scott was a little embarrassed, and you couldn't blame him.

In fact, given his temperament, it was a bit against his will to make such a flattering expression.

Steve reached out and patted his shoulder, signaling him to lead the way in advance.

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Xavier School for the Gifted.

This boarding school in New Jersey occupies a large area, at least in Steve's opinion, it is much larger than his San Diego high school.

"Jesus, you principal has terrible taste. This place looks like a chicken coop that's been grassed eight times by a mule. Seriously, Scott, you need to think about changing your job. I don't think it's okay to work in a job like this." What achievements can you make in this place? What do you think of San Diego High School?

Let me tell you, I've always wanted a security guard with laser eyes. "

Steve's passionate words made the corners of Scott's mouth twitch, as if you were obviously a unique martial arts genius.

His sharp sword made the entire martial arts world fearful.

As a result, a eunuch from Dongchang came and not only wanted to castrate you, but also asked you to bring your knife into the palace to mow the emperor's lawn.

What the hell is this called?

"Thank you, Principal Steve, but I still love our own school. You know, belonging and identity are hard to buy."

Steve nodded, put his hands behind his back and walked straight into the X Academy.

He has the air of leading an inspection.

Now a certain boiled egg couldn't sit still. He realized that this guy was very powerful, but he couldn't read this guy's thinking.

It seems that this mortal man does not have a mind, which is a very outrageous thing.

He tried to influence this guy's thinking again, making him think everything in front of him was reasonable.

But he soon gave up the idea.

The opponent's mind seemed to be shaped by steel bars, even though he was a mutant specializing in mental powers.

I still feel powerless in front of such a guy. What is this?

He even thought it was his old friend wearing a helmet.

"Eric, are you my old friend?"

The professor's voice sounded directly in Steve's mind, and the latter was stunned and then laughed.

"Eric, listen carefully. Standing in front of you is the hero of World War II, the destroyer of Nazis, the advancer of the Rhine, the last line of defense of Macedonia, the man closest to God in human history, and the only one in the United States of America at present. An honorary five-star general, Steve Rogers.

You should call me uncle instead of directly asking me if I am Eric! "

Charles' voice was stunned. If he had ever surfed the Internet in China, he would definitely lament that this girl was so bragging that it disrupted his train of thought.

"Mr. Steve, I remember you, you were the principal of San Diego High School. Are you here for those students?"

Steve ignored him and walked straight forward.

At the end of his sight, an old white man with a bare head and a wheelchair was looking at him with a smile.

"Hello, Principal Steve, as an educator as well. I think we can definitely have a slightly gentler conversation, like.

Can you tell me why you came to my school so angry? "

"Huh? It seems that you are not monitoring me anytime and anywhere. Didn't I just say that? Your school looks like a chicken coop that has been grassed by a mule eight times.

Jesus, are you building a concentration camp? "