Stryker raised his fingers high and pointed to the top of his head, only to see that the light-transmitting tempered glass suddenly shattered, and in a cry of exclamation, the figure wearing the black Stars and Stripes uniform and the scarlet cloak floated down.

He didn't say a word, but he felt a sense of oppression. He was pointed at by dozens of guns, but he exuded a courage that made everyone present, even everyone in front of the TV feel depressed.

His face, his name doesn't need to be repeated. Decades of propaganda, novels, and changes in movies have made this character's face a household name. Even if he doesn't wear the shield that looks like his symbol, the people in front of the TV also Most know his name.

Captain America Steve Rogers

"Victory will belong to us, and it will belong to God's people."

The fluttering Steve surrounded him, his tough face and cold aura made people seem to be looking up at the king, and his voice was like the wind blowing from the top of a cliff.

"We are the Eagles of God, we are the interpreters of the rules of the world, and we will win! Since the founding of America, we have failed, we have suffered humiliation, but we will always win!"

Steve slowly raised his right fist and said coldly

"Wakanda has no soldiers available, and our victory is at hand!"

"God bless America!!"

People's words have invisible magic power, just like Steve, the words he said seem to have the power of an order, arousing the excitement of everyone in the audience, and also Mobilize the blood of the audience in front of the TV!

"God bless America!!"

I don’t know how many people roared and shook their fists excitedly. Whether they were patriotic or not, the failure and humiliation they encountered in Wakanda made them have to fight back!

A leader in war does not need benevolence and gentleness, he should be cold, authoritarian, efficient, and absolute.

It is more acceptable to have a ruthless tyrant in the position than a weak politician to be the leader in wars and crises.

So far, a new war has begun once again.

Mu Feng pressed the high-spirited Steve, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and he was delighted that he had created another interesting creation.

Motherland Steve Rogers, U.S. President ~ Steve Rogers, Tyrant Steve Rogers, Hydra Steve Rogers

Compared to the star-spangled man in the Super Boy League, Steve like this is much more interesting.

An idol who was held to the altar by patriotism, but now he has put himself in the position of a chess player with patriotism.

Mu Feng is looking forward to the appearance of those self-righteous big men now.

83. Clear the rotten past

With the sudden return and appearance of Captain America, those chaebols and political families could not be found at once.

The original version also intends to reinvigorate the power in this crisis, so that these politicians and chaebols who are picking peaches after the fact as they used to, will be fooled by Steve all of a sudden.

They know better than anyone what Captain America is like for America today.

Seventy years of publicity have completely brought him to the altar. Seventy years of constant falsification has made a human **** stand on the top of everyone in the United States.

When he was just a sculpture, such propaganda would bring them a lucrative patriotic sale, but when the sculpture came off the stage, he became the biggest problem.

Although under the tide of online entertainment in the 21st century, Captain America has become less personal cult, but when the war starts, the propaganda for him will return a hundred times with results!

People always have a kind of almost blind trust and worship to historical figures.

Because they've done something before, they think they'll be able to do it again, even countless times. A hero, a leader, a god.

The image of Captain America in the army is even more self-evident. So many super soldier serum projects are the competition of the military to create its own idol.

Now, the original is in front of everyone.

Everyone has to pay for the bragging about Steve.

When Steve publicly announced that he would join the Democratic Party to participate in this national presidential election, his poll approval rate once soared to a terrifying 97%, which completely exploded his poll approval rate of 91%. President Truman ~ President!

Those chaebols and political families panicked instantly, because the addition of Steve was undoubtedly a huge damage to their conventional political game!

Although there are no aristocrats in the United States, political families and old money are the real aristocrats in this country, especially political families. Almost all of those American presidents, especially after World War II, were from political families or were inextricably linked to them.

Steve, no doubt definitely not one of those ranks.

A grass-roots boy born and raised in Brooklyn, who doesn't even have a wife, can't fight with these political families. Such a 'untouchable' in the eyes of this group of people is undoubtedly unacceptable to them. of.

However... no matter how unwilling they are, the general trend has already become.

The military represented by Stryker is on his side, the military enterprise giant headed by Mu Feng is on his side, and even the media group controlled by Hydra is on Steve's side.

These "old money" who claimed to be in control of this country suddenly realized that they had lost their status as the detached behind-the-scenes masterminds in this country.

Don't worry, don't worry, they won't have to think about so many things that don't exist any time soon.

…

"Mr. Rogers, on behalf of Mr. Morgan, I want to talk to you."

When Steve returned to his Brooklyn home, someone had been waiting there for a long time. It was a man and a woman, dressed in decent handmade suits, with extremely proud expressions.

"Morgan? The one who opened the bank?"

Steve took out a bottle of beer from the closet, took off the cap and sat back on the sofa.

"I don't care who Mr. Morgan is, if you want to talk to me, just come and see me!"

"Mr. Morgan's time is precious and will not be wasted elsewhere." The man said arrogantly

"You can call me Twinkle, this is my partner Zhenbo, we are Mr. Morgan's spokesperson. They are the masters of this country's politics - Captain America, you are made by them." The woman stepped forward and smiled tenderly said

"Really? I remember very clearly that the person who made me was Dr. Erkins, and... a yellow man."

Steve took a sip of beer and sneered.

"You don't realize how much potential you have in you." Twinkle admonished patiently

"You are not only the product of the super soldier serum, you are also an extremely special mutant! Mr. Morgan knows the power of our kind, and this awakened gene has given us great power!"

"We are the next step in human evolution, but none of this compares to who you are - Captain America, your presence is the greatest political symbol, Mr. Morgan wants to work with you - I don't think the military and Hydra are anything The right partner."

"Looks like you already know about Hydra." Steve sighed

"Alexander is a waste, and Malik is also a waste. He claims to be the master of the world, but a group of Jewish chaebols are not well controlled."

"You can't run for president of the United States, but Mr. Morgan will make you an American hero forever!"

Zhenbo took a step forward and said in a very harsh, alms-giving tone that is unique to the Caucasian elite.

"Don't be so stupid. You don't know how powerful Mr. Morgan is! What if he is the President of the United States? We are not the first to die at our hands."

"You know, I always hate people like you, especially when you talk to me in this tone."

Steve threw the empty wine bottle into the trash can, looked at Zhenbo and said lightly

"You remind me of the young master of the factory owner who always liked to go shopping here when I used to live here. He also spoke to us in this tone and gave us alms from the top."

"I was thinking at the time, is this what our country's freedom is? Now I understand that if the labor of 300 million people in the United States and the trade deficit of the countries we harvest is used to feed the population of less than 10,000 people If so, then I think this is neither justice nor freedom, but a form of slavery and aristocracy in disguise."

"Captain America has also become a communist?" Zhenbo mocked

"I said, don't speak to me in that tone."

Steve suddenly flashed in front of Zhenbo, grabbed his neck and lifted him directly

However, Zhenbo laughed loudly

"That's right! Continue to work **** me! You savage and illiterate scumbag! My mutation ability is the most restraint of a savage like you. The stronger your strength, the greater the strength I will give back!!"

The flickering did not stop it, but watched with interest. Mr. Morgan also said that a proper display of strength is also the way to recapture Captain America.

Steve tilted his head, the strength in his hand gradually deepened, while Zhenbo looked at Steve viciously, but his face slowly changed.

"How, how is it possible!!"

His face flushed, because the power Steve sent out slowly exceeded the upper limit of his ability to transform - how is this possible? He is enough to transform more than 7,000 tons of shock at one time!

"Yeah, I didn't read much, I didn't even graduate high school normally." Steve sighed

"I know that ignorance is not something to be promoted, but there are always people in this world who are not suitable for school. People like me, what else is there other than brute force?"

He once again increased his strength, this time directly exceeding the limit of 7,000 tons, Zhenbo's face turned purple, struggling to beat Steve's body.

However, he couldn't even unleash his power, and the shock of the shock was deflected by an invisible stance after it touched Steve's body.

"The controller of wealth? What you control is just a bunch of useless data and machines used to print waste paper. You claim to control 80% of the world's wealth, but you only use the so-called 'legal' to exploit others and use 'financial' Just to harvest others."

Steve said slowly

"You don't make a screw, you're really just garbage collectors with a bunch of waste paper and data."

"You don't know how much trouble you've gotten into!" Blink growled

"Really? When I kill your Mr. Morgan's house and tear his skin off bit by bit, I hope he can cause me some trouble." Steve grinned.

"You forced me!"

Flickering heartily, he took out something that looked like a flicker stick in the man in black behind him, pressed it down heavily, and a sound wave spread in the room!

Blinking endured the discomfort of the body, this is a specially formulated weapon for mutants, far more advanced than the monsters of SHIELD! This special wavelength can destroy the mental center of mutants' ability to use their abilities. Except for specially trained mutants like her and Zhenbo, no one can resist...

The flicker disappeared instantly and jumped to Zhenbo's side, just about to grab other activation abilities to escape, but was directly bounced off by the biological position beside Steve.

"How is that possible..." She looked at Steve in astonishment, and the latter's eyes flashed scarlet light

"Who told you that I was that mutant?"

The lowest-intensity heat from his eyes cut off her beautiful long legs. In the midst of her wailing, Steve strangled Zhenbo to death and looked at her boringly.

"Let me guess what's next? A team of mutant soldiers like you? Or is he going to bomb me with missiles?"

He dropped the vibration wave in his hand and flew out of the window like a missile, but within three seconds, he came back with a bunch of heads and threw it in front of Blink.

Seeing this woman's expression as if the whole family was dead, the suspended Steve said lightly.

"You don't understand true power at all."

"The chaebol, a product that emerged a hundred years ago, should be the dust of history in today's era. My America doesn't need their position. At least, I don't need those who play with finance, manipulate information, and do nothing. exploiters of production."

After all, Steve flew out of the window like a missile again. Under the protection of the biological stand, he cut through the sky without causing any terrible physical impact damage to anything.

How fast is Superman? How fast can a Kryptonian go?

Even if Steve is just a half-kryptonian half-blooded, even if he's at best a weakened version of General Zod.

But that's not something that humans can casually touch porcelain.

In an instant, Steve flew out of New York, three breaths, he flew out of New York State, ten breaths he flew out of America, fifteen breaths, he arrived in a remote mountain villa in Europe.

Steve just crashed straight into this 20th century old manor, destroying countless ancient artifacts and works of art along the way.

Then, he came to the face of the mastermind behind the scenes.

A well-mannered old man with a pretentious look of "noble" in the mouth of ordinary people.

He stood up with the gemstone scepter in hand, seemingly unsurprised by Steve's arrival, smiling, but his slightly trembling pinky finger, and the suppressed facial muscles betrayed the fact of his fear.

"Mr. Rogers, you are a very talented person. We would like to be friends with you, and if you become the President of the United States, we will definitely..."

Tear!

Steve tore the old man in half from top to bottom with a blank expression. The scattered flesh and blood splattered everywhere, but it didn't stain the half of the Stars and Stripes uniform.

The old man still maintained that self-righteous arrogance until his death.

He looked to the other side, the holographic projection was holding a meeting not long ago, and even now the hidden camera will broadcast the scene here in real time.

Steve knew there must be some big people after that, like Rockefellers, like Freemasonry, like the Rothschilds—anyway, Steve knew, they were a bunch of rich people.

Steve gave them a grim smile, and his fingers lightly gestured on his neck.

He could hear the fearful voices of those big men, and they must be sweating like a sweat now.

"These idiots always think that they are irreplaceable, the eternal elite and necessities of human beings. But they are just cogs, just like street cleaners and restaurant waiters, but they are just cogs that can be replaced at any time."

Mu Feng sighed faintly, feeling very bored about Steve's actions to kill these chaebols.

He had done the same thing once, even many times, and it was not exciting to repeat it.

After all, they are also chaebols, and the gap between Marvel and the chaebol giants of DC next door can be described as one heaven and one underground.

There is no sense of accomplishment in blasting these financial giants, and I am afraid it is the same for Steve.

"Wait for me five minutes."

Steve threw a word, and then flew out directly

Mu Feng sat down and slowly brewed a cup of black tea for himself, and flipped through the records.

The mouse still didn't take the bait. He laid traps and cast nets on almost all the characters in the plot, but none of those reincarnations stepped on.