I Am In Marvel

Mora slipped out of the dark room in horror, and what she saw tonight was beyond her imagination. The magical superpowers that spread among the people of the world really exist, and some people have begun to use variant abilities to intervene in the politics of great powers. .

"Colonel Hengdeli has been controlled by others. If he changes his mind, the Turkish front line will deploy missiles in all likelihood..." As an excellent CIA agent, Mora naturally understands the stakes. Take a few breaths to stabilize your emotions.

Coming out of the private room, Mora looked towards the corner of the hall subconsciously. Just now sitting on the sofa, the young man named Caesar had disappeared, and he was nowhere to be seen in the neon light swaying hall.

Mora's beautiful eyes fell sullen, and soon re-energized, and walked to the door of the Hellfire Club.

On the road next to the Hellfire Club, a small black bridge car parked.

After Mora walked into the car, the window was rolled down. Sitting on the main driver was a middle-aged man with a bald head.

"Well, nothing happened inside, right? I said, a club of this level will not be so easy for people to catch the handle..."

Before the middle-aged man had finished speaking, Mora opened the back door, and after sitting in it, interrupted his words and said, "Bob, quickly help me connect with the highest CIA officer!"

Bob opened his eyes in amazement and cried out strangely: "Are you crazy? Supreme Commander, now we should discuss matters at the Turkish frontline base."

"Stop talking nonsense, I have something very important to report!"

Mora's eyes were firm, and his tone was firmer. Bob hesitated, and he reached out to the hidden communication device in the car and sighed helplessly: "Forget it, let's wait for the report together."

After communicating with the top CIA officer, Mora would have witnessed things in the Hellfire Club, including the strange abilities revealed by the mutants, and the threat of Colonel Hengdeli, and briefly reported back.

Finally, she anxiously concluded: "There must be a problem with the Hellfire Club, or it may directly affect the deployment of Turkish missiles!"

"What are you talking about, Agent Mora?"

In the general control room of the U.S. military base in Turkey, the top CIA officer is sitting in a chair, looking at Colonel Hengdeli, who is talking about Kaikai, and lowered his voice into the phone: "Colonel Hengdeli is sitting not far from me now. Ah! You saw him in the Hellfire Club? Unless he traveled nearly three thousand kilometers in ten minutes!"

Mora frowned slightly, and the devil-looking man appeared in her mind.

"Don't waste my time." The top officer threw down this sentence impatiently, and then hung up the satellite remote phone.

Hearing the busy tone on the phone, Mora could only put down the phone, raised her neck and leaned on the soft back chair.

In this regard, Bob, an old man in the CIA, had long anticipated and quarreled: "I'll just say, there is no full evidence, and intelligence is sometimes useless, not to mention supernatural phenomena such as variants and the like."

"I won't get discouraged so easily."

Mora stubbornly said, suddenly remembering something, tilted his head and asked: "Bob, do you know a boy named Caesar? I was in the club just now, and he helped me out. It won't be you who sent it secretly. Manpower?"

"How is it possible that only the two of us will be acting here tonight." Bob shook his head decisively, stunned abruptly, and looked at Mora uncertainly, "You said his name is...Caesar?"

"Yes, I look very young, maybe about 17 or 18 years old. Blond blue eyes, outstanding temperament, about 1.8 meters tall, strong and fit body." Mora said here, thinking of the intimate contact just now, her cheeks are not The blush naturally rose. Fortunately, the lights in the car were dim, and Bob didn't notice it.

Bob's face became serious, and he said solemnly: "Listen to you, it should be him."

"Do you know him?" Mora asked in surprise.

"Of course I don't know each other, I just heard of it."

Bob was silent for a moment, and organized a little speech: "Caesar. The last Duke of England and the youngest one. His birth and parents are unknown. In the CIA's archives, he can even be included in the CIA's archives. Top three."

"Duke? Is that little man a Duke?"

Mora covered her mouth with her hands. Although she had thought that Caesar's identity was unusual, she was still frightened when she knew his true identity.

"Yes. When it comes to the origin of his duke status, it is also a mystery."

Bob smiled bitterly, "It is recorded in the archives that Caesar was ten years ago. At that time, the Second World War had not ended and the war in some areas had not been extinguished. He saved important members of the British royal family and was knighted.

He paused, and continued: "But you think, ten years ago. How old is Caesar, how can I save the royal family?"

"That can only be fake? It's only for other reasons." Mora pondered.

"Not only you think so, many people think so. There are also rumors that Caesar was the illegitimate son of the Queen of England at the time."

Bob spread his hands and said, "But no matter what, he still named the Duke. Think about it, what happens if a child who is a few years old carries power and wealth beyond a family?"

This is self-evident.After being knighted, more than some outsiders were enthusiastic about Caesar, even members of the royal family would attack Caesar in various ways...

"But why now..."

Mora opened her eyes wide, and in that situation, Caesar was still growing up healthy.

Bob smiled bitterly: "That's why it's a mystery. I only know that those who attacked Caesar, either openly or secretly, later died strangely, without exception. He is still active today. At the upper social banquets of major countries, even the boss of the major country will not give him face, and no one dares to compete with him."

"It looks like he's just a dude, but he actually relies on himself... what kind of person he is."

A splendor appeared in Mordu's beautiful eyes.

Bob solemnly reminded: "I advise you, it is best not to be curious about him. Although our CIA collects intelligence, there are some people who have something beyond our reach. In case you get stuck, it is estimated You can't pull it out either."

"I know."

Although Mordu said that, he secretly planted a seed in his heart.

"The sir doesn't believe it. What do you want to do next?" Bob asked.

Mordu said: "I'm looking for a doctor who studies mutant genes, he may have a way!"

At this moment.With the Hellfire Club, the US military base is about 3,000 kilometers away.

As Colonel Heng Deli changed his mind and agreed to deploy missiles in Turkey, the US military generals in the control room were quarreling together.

No one noticed that, directly above the US military base building, at an altitude of about one kilometer.

Caesar, dressed in a suit, faced the strong wind at high altitude, floating in the air ignoring gravity. He looked down at the base fortress dotted with lights. His deep blue eyes seemed to penetrate the steel plate, and he could see all the scenes and things in the control room.