I Am In Marvel

New York nightclub.

All kinds of gorgeous neon lights are shaking back and forth. After the new trend of electronic music sounded, men and women, regardless of age and occupation, began to indulge in the dance hall in the store.

Logan managed to bypass the security guard at the door and followed the gorgeously dressed lady into the nightclub. In the lively and noisy environment, he cautiously avoided the crowd, and walked close to the wall and wooden frame as much as possible, looking for here. Master and servant figure for entertainment and pastime.

Jumping up to a wine cabinet, Logan's condescending glance quickly locked the target.

It can be seen that in the relatively quiet seat, Caesar is sitting with Erlang's legs upright and drinking, while Asazo is standing next to him as a bodyguard.

At this time, Asazuo's temples were also slightly white, and after years of precipitation, it looked mature and stable.He was wearing a black tuxedo, hiding his tail behind him, and only showing his face with red skin, which did not attract special attention from others.

Caesar is still the same as before, young and handsome. Like Logan, he has not changed with the passage of time, but his temperament has become more gentle and elegant, and his body seems to have reached a peak state that is nearly complete.

Looking at the two people who were familiar and cherished in front of him, Logan stopped abruptly, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but raised an arc.

Although I didn't want to see Caesar again before, in fact, even if he was over a hundred years old, he often missed those years before.That period of carefree, peaceful days when the sky was falling and someone was holding on, drinking and chatting, wandering and standing on the street.

A female customer noticed Logan on the wine cabinet and couldn't help but yelled, "My dear, there is a cat there. It seems to be still laughing."

"Huh?" The male guest sitting next to her looked sideways, but the wine cabinet was empty, where there were cats, and smiled and replied: "Are you drunk!"

"Really, it's Garfield." The female guest muttered, stood up and looked again, but couldn't find it anymore.

Under the wine cabinet.

Logan lay in the shadow on the bottom of the table, secretly screaming "good risk". He aimed at the gap when people were walking, and rushed into the hall quickly, passing through the crowd, and approaching the other side of the seat.

Corner wine table.

Asazo lowered his head slightly and smiled and said: "Young Master, Logan seems to be staying in New York recently, or find a time to make an appointment with him, we haven't seen him for several years."

"It's up to you." Caesar sipped lightly and shrugged. "That guy is wild and can't settle down at all times. It's almost the limit to let him be a teacher for a few days."

"Yes. We have not been teachers for a long time, since five years ago..."

Asazo suddenly stopped talking, his eyes sharpened, and he stretched out his hand and waved it out, just in time to shoot out Garfield who was rushing towards Caesar.

He was surprised afterwards: "What, there are cats in this nightclub?"

"Start lightly." Caesar glanced at the ground, and the cat lying on the ground struggled to get up and continued to move closer to him.

Wait, why does this cat give him a feeling of deja vu.

"This cat... kind of weird."

Asazo also showed a look of surprise. He was almost instinctive just now. He didn't keep his hands, and his strength was enough to make adults overwhelmed.

"Young Master, this cat seems to be looking for you."

"There are a lot of cat girls and bunny girls looking for me, you see if they are male or female." Caesar said casually.

"Oh."

Asazuo responded, really grabbing the cat on the ground in his hand, authentically verifying the male and female, and finally said regretfully: "It's a male."

Logan angrily gave Asazzo two paws, broke free and jumped to the wine table, and sent out a series of words for help to Caesar, but through the mouth of the cat, they were all "meow meow" that he could not even recognize. sound.

"Young Master, it seems to be hungry." Asazuo didn't care about the small claw marks on his hands and said.

"I didn't expect that you still understand animal language." Caesar gave Asazu a surprised look.

Asazu shook his head hurriedly, the misunderstanding was serious, and explained: "Look at it like this, it's only because you are hungry."

"Like This."

Caesar looked at Logan with an anxious look, pondered for a moment, raised his hand to signal a sommelier, pointed to Garfield on the table and asked, "Do you have anything for him here?"

The sommelier's face was awkward, "Sorry, sir. There is no cat food in this shop."

Caesar snapped his fingers and ordered: "Then give him a half-rare steak, and some bottles of Lafite."

"Yes." The wine waiter secretly sighed that people are inferior to cats, respected back, and soon presented a hot steak.

"I'm not here to eat cat food!"

Unable to convey the message of his future, Logan almost went crazy, but when Caesar handed the steak to him, driven by hunger, he opened his mouth subconsciously and began to gnaw.

"I said I was hungry, and I'll give him something to quench his thirst."

Asazo poured a bit of Rafi on the table, but the cat not only didn't lick it, but gave him a despising look, and continued to feast on the food tray.

The sommelier shook his head secretly when he saw Caesar and Asazzo wasting such expensive wine and food. The world of the rich is so boring and boring.

Logan was gnawing on the steak, while stretching out the cat's claws, scratching up on the table, and soon a fairly neat letter X was carved on the wooden table.

Asazuo muttered, "What do you mean, let's have another one? This cat seems to understand human nature and has good paws."

Caesar was still drinking for himself. Obviously, his attention did not fall on this side. Instead, he turned on Superman's facial features as usual, and collected and recorded the nightclub and even the surrounding streets.

Logan suddenly became anxious, knowing that this was his only chance, and after thinking about it, he stretched out his cat's paw to hit the tabletop rhythmically.

"Surely it is the cat who came to the overnight shop." Asazzo's eyes straightened, but after a while, his face became solemn, and he looked at Caesar suspiciously and reminded: "Young Master, this cat is not right. ."

"Why is something wrong?" Caesar regained his senses.

Asazo pointed to Garfield on the table with a surprised expression, "This cat...seems to know Morse code."

Morse code?

Caesar was stunned. Of course he would. The Morse code uses different lengths of percussion to convey encrypted letter messages. It is a skill that former military intelligence personnel almost must know.

But also a cat?

Caesar turned his attention back to Garfield and listened for a moment. Sure enough, the cat was tapping rhythmically and conveying a message in Morse code.

The message is: "I was your partner, from the future time and space."

Asazuo also unraveled the message and said in an unbelievable way: "This cat says that he is from the future? Young Master, it won't be any mutant. I am looking for fun."

"I just confirmed that within a kilometer, there are no other mutants except you."

Caesar shook his head and looked at Garfield, who continued to give a new password message.This brief message finally moved him and Asazo.

The password translated is:

"X-Men!"