Rebirth: I am the American leader

But if there are more than five people staring at you on the street at the same time, then things are in trouble.

Because it is very likely that this was a premeditated ambush.

Steve stared out the window when he saw this, and without saying a word, he extended his hand to Happy.

"Give me the car keys, something's not right outside."

Under the surprised look in the tailor's eyes, Happy handed over his car keys and asked carefully.

"Do I need to call the police?"

Steve, who was about to push open the door, turned his head and looked at Happy, his eyes full of helplessness.

"Of course you have to call the police."

The tailor, who was over fifty years old, restrained his previous casual demeanor and moved closer to the window to stare at the mother and son sitting on the bench outside.

"Oh, no, there's a little girl. Who are those? And who are the guys you brought?"

"I don't know. It is said that he is a veteran, or maybe a mercenary. But I think he is an otaku, the kind of otaku who likes anime."

Happy complained without sparing any effort, which made the old tailor frown.

He wanted to say something, but quickly shut his mouth.

Because he saw Steve holding a sledgehammer and a shield and charging at the guys who had rushed out.

The most terrible thing is that the shield is also spray-painted with the classic Captain America paint.

"He is indeed a deadbeat. Is it okay for you to let him out like this?"

"No problem, Tony was the one who rescued Tony from the Middle East. And, how should I put it? That shield is said to be a one-to-one replica of Captain America's shield.

I mean, the exact same kind. "

After Happy said this, he took his time and called the police.

The old tailor reluctantly began to cut the cloth.

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The crowd on the street panicked the moment Steve launched his charge.

Because at the same time as he launched a charge, those guys with unknown origins also launched a charge.

Fortunately, Steve was faster, and it only took him six seconds to reach the front of the 100-meter distance.

The gunfire rang out quickly, but the imaginary wail did not appear.

On the contrary, the clanking sound of metal collision makes people's scalp numb, but bullets will be fired cleanly no matter what.

In particular, this group of guys with unknown origins are not very professional. At least they have not learned the principle of alternating fire to form fire suppression.

Steve glanced at the woman and little boy in his arms and smiled with some difficulty.

"Protect your mother."

These were Steve's last words to the little boy.

It was never his style to be passively beaten.

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, he stood up and jumped out, throwing the shield in his hand with great force.

The rotating shield made a sharp roar under the terrifying force, and hit the head of a certain unlucky guy.

Steve did not hold back, and his strength, which was ten times that of an ordinary person, was displayed at this moment.

The sound of bones breaking was so deafening that the shield followed the trajectory back into Steve's hand.

The war hammer in his hand spared no effort to hit the other unlucky guy.

Speaking of which, the war hammer in his hand is already the best weapon on earth. First, it is hard enough. Second, it can absorb the kinetic energy in battle and release it all at once.

The specific actual combat effect is that every three normal attacks will be accompanied by a critical hit. If the opponent's strength is equal to his, then every normal attack will be accompanied by a critical hit.

What is this concept?

In short, the actual effect was that Steve quickly killed all these unlucky guys.

He had no moral scruples and had to stay alive.

Just kidding, he is a veteran who fought in World War II. If he could be kind and kind, he would be really cool.

But, sometimes you just have to believe in something called fate.

Almost as soon as he finished dealing with this place, the homeless-looking man at the head pulled out the fuse and rushed forward without hesitation.

Now even Steve was too late, the distance was too close when he rushed forward.

The little boy's mother had already rushed out driven by mother's instinct, tightly holding the homeless man with explosives strapped to his body, not giving him a chance to get close to her children.

Steve originally wanted to rescue her, but the woman turned her head and kicked the little girl who was following her.

This almost drained all of her potential. Steve jumped up without saying a word and hugged the little girl tightly.

The next moment, there was an explosion.

Fortunately, Steve kept the shield in his hand the whole time, which perfectly blocked the shock wave of the explosion.

But even so, the two children in his arms still fainted.

Steve had an ugly look on his face, and he felt as if his face had been slapped in the face.

However, the moment he raised his head, what came into view was a helpless middle-aged man holding three cones.

The latter's angular face made Steve recognize his identity at the first sight.

The Punisher, Frank.

I have to say that this world is really small, so small that Steve doesn’t know how to start.

"what happened?"

"I know, but I don't know why. I was making clothes in the tailor shop across the street, and I saw several unknown men with guns staring at them.

I thought something might be wrong, so I rushed out.

Those guys were all dead and in critical condition. I didn't have time to survive.

And there's this homeless guy, who looks almost exactly like a terrorist. "

Steve pointed to a pool of blood on the ground and spoke, and Frank's face turned pale.

The life force completely disappeared from his pupils, and Steve knew that this tough-looking man was now dead.

“If the woman who just rushed over is your wife, then these two children should also be your family.

Dude, both of your kids are still alive anyway.

Don't be too sad. Make sure these two children are fine first before talking about anything else? "

Steve's words were almost inhumane.

But he knew that now was not the time to be merciful. Many people died in their early twenties, but this did not prevent them from being buried at the age of eighty-one.

It doesn't matter if your heart is broken, as long as there is something driving you to keep going.

Upon hearing this, Frank immediately threw away the ice cream in his hand, ran to Steve in panic, and picked up his little daughter.

The sirens wailed as Steve wiped the blood off the hammer on the grass without leaving a trace.

The first battle was won.

Although it was not a complete victory, in Steve's opinion it was a complete plot kill.

Who would be such a good person to make such a big fuss?

"Oh, thank God, you're fine. Where did that madman come from? Why would someone set up a suicide bomb in New York?"