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okay, so now my every whim is catered to, along with the healing factor and age suppressant factor (fit, healthy, long life), i have titanium and diamond-infused bones, retractable knives in my arms and feet, working Iron Man boots and gloves and a miniature, wrist mounted flamethrower.
and Canadian citizenship.
then i'd go to Afghanistan. (i'm basically Wolverine. who the fuck's going to mess with the country who has Wolverine?) thats a few thousand lives saved, and destruction prevented. not to mention the removal of the Taliban. i think that outweighs the five people i killed.
then I'd sort out Africa by taking down the warlords, and allowing humanitarian aid into the country (plus i can provide lots of food/water/medicine).
i'd disarm the Somali pirates, allowing humanitarian aid into there as well.
and my finale: sitting Israel down with the rest of the Middle East and make them have a long chat about whatever and make friends.
then i'd retire as a merc, change my name to Logan and work as a lumberjack in the Rockies until the US gov't hires me to work with the a bunch of other people like me.