I Am In Marvel

A moon came out from the dark clouds, and the bright moonlight fell on the open space of the base.

Charles bends down slightly, holding the handrail in the corridor, looking sideways at Mora next to him, "Why do you suddenly want to know about Caesar?"

Mora turned away, not wanting to answer this, but was afraid that Charles would read his mind directly, so she could only prevaricate: "According to you, isn't he also a mutant, or the honorable status of the British Duke. If he can join We may be able to increase our odds of winning by one point when dealing with those in the Hellfire Club."

"He?" Charles's mouth twitched.

"Isn't his mutant ability suitable for fighting?" Mora looked at him in surprise.

"No." Charles shook his head. "It's not so much his ability is not suitable for combat, but rather, I don't know what his specific mutant ability is."

"How is this possible?" Mora was really surprised this time.

"This is a fact. Although I have lived together under the eaves for several years, the only person I can't see through is probably Caesar."

When Charles said this, he was helpless and said: "My ability, from small to large, has never been able to enter Caesar's consciousness. Even when he sleeps, most defenselessly. If ordinary people's consciousness is an ordinary residence, As long as you find the door, you can enter. Then his consciousness is like a super safe with layers of encryption."

"What kind of person is he?" Mora opened her mouth slightly and asked this question for the second time.

"how to say."

Charles scratched his head and pointed to the sky outside. "He is from the sky."

"Heaven?"

"Yes. I was less than ten years old at the time, and on the night of my meeting with Ruiwen. Caesar fell from the sky like a meteorite, smashing a hole in our yard, even though he was still unscathed. Homeless. He naturally stayed in my house temporarily."

"You are also a total weird."

Hearing Charles' answer, Mora had no idea what to say, and continued to let unidentified and unknown people live in his home. Is this what ordinary people would do?

Mora caught the point and said, "Wait. So, Caesar was only about three or four years old?"

"Yes. Much younger than us. Originally, Ruiwen and I treated him as younger brothers. But until we got in touch..."

Charles had complicated eyes and said: "At that time, Caesar had matured beyond expectation, and... I had a much higher level of brain development than ordinary people due to the ability of mental variants. , Is an undoubted super genius. But after returning home, I still have to ask Caesar for questions that I don't understand. I am a special existence like a teacher and a friend."

Mora took the words thoughtfully, "Caesar, is he also a genius?"

"Genius?" Charles couldn't help laughing. "I have never seen him study. He is like a man born in all things, the kind of heaven known to the East. In front of him, all people who claim to be geniuses will feel ashamed. "

Mora became more and more shocked by Charles's super high evaluation. In her cognition as a CIA agent, Charles was already in the ranks of top geniuses, but Caesar's genius level was still above this.

"Okay. Go to bed early. Tomorrow we will find the whereabouts of the people in the Hellfire Club."

Charles yawned, walked to his room, and raised his hand to Mora farewell.

Mora was still standing there, not knowing what she was thinking.

"That's right." Charles stopped, without looking back, and solemnly said: "Rather than thinking of pulling Caesar in, it is better to look for other mutants. If Caesar wants to make a move, I am afraid that the world situation will follow the direction of his imagination. development of."

After dropping this inexplicable sentence, Charles continued to walk, his figure disappeared at the corner of the corridor, leaving Mora standing quietly in the corridor in a daze.

None of them noticed that at the corner of the other corridor, Eric pressed his back against the wall and silently listened to the conversation between the two.

"Caesar..." Eric said to himself, his fists clenched quietly.

America, New York, some city late night bar.

Looking up at the lively place with lights and feasts in front of him, Asazu turned his head to look at Caesar on the side, and asked in surprise: "Young Master, why do we come to this place?"

"Inquire about intelligence," Caesar said naturally.

Asazo froze again, and said, "Want to find information? Young Master, I can help you sneak into the intelligence databases of various countries' agencies to check."

"Da Hong, what do you know." Caesar said in a huff: "That's so boring, unlike here where there are fine wines and beautiful women to strike up conversations. And the information I want is not available in the intelligence databases of major countries. I have to ask why- I’ve seen it all years ago."

Asazo nodded, "Teached."

"Let's go, then." Caesar walked in front, with Asazzo wearing a hat, entering the bar.

Caesar is already a frequent visitor to most of the bars and nightclubs in the world, and as soon as they come in, a bunny girl leads them to the empty seats.It was just when passing by the entertainment hall where he was dancing indulgently, Caesar suddenly saw a familiar figure that drove him to a sudden stop.

"What's wrong, Young Master?" Seeing his anomaly, Asazu cast his gaze there as well.

It can be seen that he is a man in his thirties, with black hair like wolf ears, a slashed face with a beard, wearing a worn leather wallet, sitting alone on a chair and drinking Boring wine.

"Similar." Asazu narrowed his eyes. With his sharpness like a beast, he could tell at a glance that the man was a mutant, and a very dangerous mutant.

"What kind of kind?" the bunny girl who was waiting on the side asked curiously.

"It's none of your business. You can withdraw first and bring three glasses of brandy." Caesar took out several hundred dollar bills and sent the bunny girl away.The bunny girl didn't mind, she took the one hundred yuan bill, twisted her round hips, and nodded with a smile.

"Go." Caesar waved his hand, leading Asazzo to the man.

"Young Master, this is the position."

"Are you interested in having a drink, uncle."

Asazzo and Caesar went to the seats on both sides of the man and surrounded him.

"Fuck me for Laozi!" The man drank the wine, and immediately exploded after putting down the wine glass, his violent temperament was evident.

Asazuo's face changed slightly, but he didn't expect the other party to be so shameless.

"Friend, don't be so angry."

Caesar didn't mind, with a smile on his face, he looked at the familiar man in front of him, feeling very emotional.

I didn't expect to meet him in another time and space.

Wolverine, Logan.

The lone wolf who was truly in the X-Men time and space, his family was brutally murdered and turned against his brother, Wolverine is still wandering today.

"Fuck you bastard, when will I be your friend?" Logan took out his cigar and lit it, cursing.

This kind of intimacy made Caesar couldn't help laughing, "It's hard to say, maybe in another time and space, we are not only friends, but also family."