Rebirth: I am the American leader

"If you fucking say such disgusting things again, I'll kill you, I'm not kidding!"

Steve stared at the chatterbox and said viciously.

"I understand, are you the kind of person who moves to a party? Do you need me to go to a motel and get a room for you? Or are you the kind of ruthless person who doesn't care about worldly opinions?"

Steve stared at Wade's fire-scorched face.

"I really think you should shut your mouth. Okay, let's take a rest and leave for the Middle East in the afternoon. I hope you can give those believers of Allah a little redemption. Now shut your mouth and let us have a good rest."

Steve made a silencing gesture to him and took Barney to another room.

The staffing here is quite reasonable, with three white people, one black person and one yellow person.

Steve looked up and down at the slightly petite yellow man, nodded to them and said.

"As you can see, this is where you will be working for a long time. I don't know if you have any opinions about this place. Feel free to mention it."

"That's the boss. I heard that you can use rubber bullets before I came here. Now I want to ask if you bought this thing?"

If not, we can totally pay for it out of our own pockets. "

Bald Santa looked at Steve and said with some apology, "He has shown us the greatest sincerity in our life."

"Sorry, I really didn't think well, but you should be able to understand. I just took over this place the day before yesterday. I believe I will have some basic equipment."

"As soon as possible, these brats deserve to go to hell. You know, there is a guy named Carl who is even selling guns. If you don't prepare rubber bullets for us, I will prepare real guns!"

Steve sighed helplessly and patted the other person's shoulder.

"Don't worry, we will definitely prepare a large caliber for you when we come back this time! Now let's repair it, and then go to the damn Middle East to bring back our sponsor!"

After Steve finished speaking, the people around him nodded and began to make preparations.

These people are indeed professionals, and everyone is preparing differently according to their division of labor in the team.

The yellow man named Yin Yang looked the most relaxed. He just took out a whetstone from the room and sharpened the knife silently.

"Hey, don't you have to wear a body armor or something?"

"Surviving on the battlefield depends on your brains, and I can't buy the right type of body armor here. Honestly, for you white people, it must be a new thing that there are other races in this world."

Yin Yang smiled and joked with Steve, who shrugged.

"I think you are right, but what kind of knife is this? Does it look special?"

It’s no wonder Steve said that. The knife in Yin Yang’s hand doesn’t look as complicated as the sabers in other people’s hands.

His saber is a twisted triangular pyramid with an exaggerated hollow in the middle.

It's not hard to imagine the consequences of being stabbed by this thing.

"The three-edged military thorn is a good thing of our country."

Yin Yang replied to him with the last sentence and continued to sharpen the knife.

The helicopter sent by Coulson arrived at noon, and they had to change planes.

There are many unconventional things here in the United States. For example, there is no so-called high-speed rail here, but highways extend in all directions.

And in this place, there are even more airports than stations.

You can find airports in unexpected places. For example, Steve never expected that there was an airport near the pier.

"Hi, Captain. The plane has been prepared for you. It should be around ten o'clock in the evening when we get there. Do you think we need to formulate a battle plan?"

Coulson looked at Steve with some excitement, and the latter nodded.

"Well done, the timing is very reasonable. As for the battle plan, well, leave it to Barney, he is a professional."

After saying this, Steve was the first to board the plane. Wade, wearing a denim suede jacket, approached Coulson and said with a smirk on his face.

"I'm just like, this guy is cool, right? Oh my god, I'm so crazy about him. This is a real American guy. Where did you find this guy? He looks almost like the real Cap. Sexy."

"Good question, I think we found this handsome guy from the Atlantic Ocean and he was sleeping."

"God, this is awesome."

Wade wanted to continue chattering, but Barney had already put the pistol to his head.

"Don't delay your trip. The boss told me that I will get you on the plane as soon as possible."

Wade curled his lips, winked at Colson, and turned around to get on the plane.

Coulson felt a chill.

"Check this guy's background for me. I always feel that he is very dangerous."

Colson gave casual instructions and walked out of the airport.

The military aircraft was traveling very fast, and Steve and several others chose to catch up on some sleep along the way.

In fact, for some of the top military men.

Their most outstanding ability is that they can eat and sleep. As long as the environment is safe, no noise of any kind can affect their sleep.

So despite Wade's constant chatter, none of Barney's Suicide Squad members gave him a second glance.

They didn't even open their eyes.

Steve also slept for a while. This was his first time on the battlefield.

It might also be his first murder.

Steve was not nervous at all about this, instead he was eager to try it.

He traveled through time and space and merged with a part of Captain America's soul, which made his heart far tougher and stronger than before.

In other words, he is now a scumbag with excellent psychological quality.

Soon the captain's voice came from the front.

"Attention everyone, we have arrived at the parachute position. We have reached the parachute position and are ready to parachute."

Steve opened the door and was met with Barney's piercing eyes.

Wade had already put on his parachute and jumped out without saying a word.

Seeing this, Steve put on his parachute, took his beloved Winchester, and jumped without saying a word.

"Suicide Squad! Charge forward!"

After Barney roared, he jumped down with his team.

The desert reflecting the moonlight is a beautiful moon-white color, and the moonlight reflected by the sand dunes is even brighter.

It stands to reason that this is a rare beauty, but it's a pity that none of them come here for tourism.

Even Wade, who is not mentally normal, is holding a samurai sword and is ready to kill people at any time.

"He's really crazy. I've never seen anyone use something like this."