I Am In Marvel

At noon the next day.

University of Oxford, UK.

After the professor's lecture on genetics, Charles, wearing a suit and uniform, and Ruiwen, who was transformed into an ordinary woman, walked out side by side from the school gate.

In the eyes of third-party students, they would be an enviable couple-after all, handsome young men and handsome women are tall and beautiful, and they live in the same house with their childhood sweethearts.

Ruiwen secretly looked at Charles, who was walking next to her, and sighed in her heart. Unfortunately, she is an alternative mutant. If she does not transform and pretend, she is afraid that her ugly appearance will be treated as a monster.

It is for this reason that Charles, who usually spends time and drink, is the only one who has no sexual interest in her.

"Would you like to go for a drink? There is a fight in the bar today!" Charles said to the absent-minded Ruiwen.

"it is good."

Ruiwen nodded obediently, no matter where, as long as there is Charles, she will go, maybe it's good to keep going like this.

Bar near Oxford University, in the lobby.

"Drink! Drink! Drink!"

Dozens of guests gathered in a crowd and roared. Charles has taken off his jacket, holding long glass wine glasses in both hands, and pours beer rumblingly. A little beer is sprinkled directly on the white shirt, standing on a three-foot podium during the day 'S professors are just like two.

five minutes later.

"It's okay, let you drink less." Ruiwen supported the slightly drunk Charles and leaned on the bar table and chairs. Charles was indifferent and mumbled: "I can drink more."

"I'll get you a wet towel and wipe your face." Ruiwen looked at him heartbroken, turned and walked outside the door.

Charles leaned on the bar chair, in a daze, a beautiful figure approached him.

"You are the youngest professor of genetics at Oxford University, Charles Xavier?"

"Ok?"

Charles raised his head suspiciously, and saw that the one who came before him to ask a question was a well-dressed sexy woman, and it was Mora who had traveled all the way from the United States to ask for help.

Seeing him looking over, Mora asked straight to the point: "Professor Charles. You have published papers on genetic variants before. I want to know what kind of paper you are referring to-those that are at the forefront of evolution due to genetic mutations. Has mankind appeared in this world?"

Charles frowned. He was indeed a little drunk. Under alcohol paralysis, his head was slightly groggy, but the topic of genetic mutation still attracted him immediately.

He placed his finger on his temple subconsciously and stared at Mora. In less than half a second, his mind entered the other party's consciousness, and he read the reason why Mora would have this question.

In the consciousness generated by Mora's brain, Caesar first appeared, and the events of the Hell Club appeared before his eyes as if they had personally experienced them.

Charles was so excited, completely awake from his drunkenness.

similar……

It is actually other mutants, and there are so many cliques!

"Professor? Professor?"

Looking at Charles, whose eyes were dull, Mo stretched out his palm and shook it before his eyes, then said helplessly: "It seems that you are drunk. I will talk when you wake up."

"It's not necessary, Agent Mora." Charles smiled indifferently and looked at her: "Don't you already know the answer before asking me this question? Don't worry, if the target is those mutants, I will try my best to help you !"

"That's great!"

Mora was surprised and happy, and Matsushita said in a tone: "I want you to prove the existence of mutants in front of the CIA director."

"No problem." Charles agreed without hesitation, hiding his mutant talent for a lifetime, pretending to be an ordinary person and getting along with ordinary people, which has never been what he wanted.

Another day later, the CIA headquarters.

Although Charles had already made consciousness, and Ruiwen and Ruiwen took the initiative to expose their own variant talents, namely mind reading and transformation ability, but several CIA officers not only refused to accept this fact, but also reprimanded Agent Mora.

This is also what Charles can expect. Human beings are more often afraid of the unknown, preferring to avoid it than to understand it, and it takes a long transition period to accept.

There is only one exception.

The head of military weapons research at the CIA, Jena, a tall, fat man with a suit propped up.After the meeting, he chased out of the room and expressed his willingness to let Charles and Ruiwen join them to test the strength and influence of Xia Shang.

In any case, this is a historical milestone, the first cooperation between mutants and government forces.

After nightfall.

Somewhere off the coast of the United States, in a bar slightly remote.

Caesar came here randomly selected, as an ordinary customer, continue to taste fine wines and collect interesting information, this kind of days of wandering in time and space in a different place is not bad.

'Shusha...'

Keenly hearing the sound from the top of the bar, Caesar glanced above his head. When he saw the red devil crawling on the roof and waiting quietly under the moon, he couldn't help but shook his head. , "Have you been chasing here again? What a troublesome guy, whoever is wrong wants to follow me and see when you can follow."

'Squeak...'

At this time, the wooden door of the bar opened, and a tall young man dressed in jeans, a leather case, a wide-brimmed hat and a bag on his shoulders, walked into the bar hall.

"Here is a glass of whiskey." The tall young man sat down in the bar next to Caesar and said lowly toward the bartender.

Caesar looked at him sideways, but his eyes brightened.The breath on the opponent's body is too much like the Lorna he knows!

He has the aura of ability similar to Lorna, and it gives people the feeling that the strength of the ability is absolutely no less than that of Charles, and he is probably the only one...

Magneto, Eric Lanchel.

Unexpectedly, I could really meet him, the first person of Marvel variant with the ability to control the magnetic field.

When Caesar was looking at Eric, Eric turned to observe him, his sharp brows were slightly raised, and he felt an unknown breath from Caesar's body.

"What are you looking at?" Eric said coldly after taking over the whiskey from the bartender.

Caesar smiled and said, "This buddy. There is a strong smell of blood remaining on you, and at this moment, you still have a vengeance that is hard to hide."

Eric's pupils contracted slightly, but his face remained calm. He raised his head and drank the whiskey in his glass. The glass fell on the table with a snap, and said in a low voice, "So what? If I want to kill, Do you want to stop me, or do you want to call the police?"

"I wouldn't do that, it's troublesome." Caesar shrugged.

"Then I will kill you now, don't you have any opinion." Eric narrowed his eyes dangerously. He was like a wounded and mad beast, maintaining a certain hostility towards everyone, let alone the teenager who guessed his intentions.

Only Caesar noticed that on the wooden wall not far from Eric, a few rusty screws were quietly loosening, as if some inexplicable force was working on them.

Caesar said nonchalantly: "I have no objection. But the premise is that you can kill me."

"This is what you said."

A ray of killing intent appeared in Eric's eyes. The screws had been detached from the wooden wall, suspended in mid-air ignoring gravity, and the tips of the screws were aimed at Caesar.