I Am In Marvel

Caesar set off from Oxford, England, and kept climbing at an altitude of 1,000 meters, all the way to the Atlantic Ocean for a very fast flight.

Fly out of the land and into the sea.

Far surpassing the flying Mach speed of modern aircraft, Caesar seems to be moving against the jet lag, the thick night in the sky gradually resolves, and the morning stars and the moon and the sun are obviously reversed.

He sometimes shuttled through the clouds, leaving an extended white wave trail in the sky, and sometimes fell like a meteorite, passing from a low altitude on the sea surface, and a straight wave of waves raised behind him, scaring countless seagulls and schools of fish.

Less than half a minute.

Before Caesar's eyes appeared the outline of a new continent, the Americas on the other side of the Atlantic, the seat of the United States.

There is a full five time difference between the United Kingdom and the United States, so it is already late at night in the United Kingdom, while night has just fallen in the United States, and the swaying city lights dot the earth.

Crossing the desert land of the interior, Caesar arrived in Las Vegas, where he had an appointment tonight.

Similar to the world on Marvel's side, Las Vegas is also the largest city in the United States and a city with a high international reputation. It is famous for tourism, shopping, and vacations centered on the gambling industry.

More than a decade after the end of World War II, the overall world economy has recovered in an all-round way, and the city's popularity has also flourished.

"There's still plenty of time..." Caesar looked at the sky, descended on the rooftop of a building in the city block, and slightly tidied his hair that was ruffled by the strong wind.

Across the Atlantic in one minute, across six thousand kilometers, to attend another banquet. If you say it, no one will believe it.

After thinking about it, Caesar went into a local high-end clothing store, tried on and bought a banquet suit.

It has to be said that people rely on clothes, and this sentence applies to any occasion.

After Caesar changed from casual clothes to a fitted suit, his outstanding temperament was even more difficult to conceal, so that the female clerk and customers in the store could not take their eyes off. After taking the small note from the female clerk with her phone number, he did so. Head to a classy banquet venue in a bustling neighborhood of the city.

Hellfire Club.

The power of the boss behind it is unknown. It only accepts high-class people externally. There are many internal security personnel. The guests who are qualified to come here are either rich or expensive.

The gate of the Hellfire Club is luxurious. Caesar just stepped closer. Two security men in black suits and sunglasses subconsciously reached out to stop him, "Trouble, show your identity, or the club invitation."

"Invitation, I remember..." Caesar muttered, reaching into the lining of his suit, took out a golden invitation, and handed it to one of the security guards.

The security took the invitation letter and opened it for reading. His originally serious face suddenly became extremely surprised.

Another security guard leaned his head over, and after seeing the identity note on the invitation letter, he was also stunned, rubbing his eyes suspecting that he had read it wrong.

"What, is there a problem?" Caesar looked up at them calmly.

"No, no problem at all!" The security guard came back to his senses, folded the invitation letter in his hand, and handed it back to Caesar respectfully, and greeted him: "The Duke from England, you are welcome to come to the banquet, there are invitations inside. !"

"England, duke... lord?!"

The other beautifully dressed ladies and gentlemen at the door suddenly changed their expressions when they heard this title.

What is the concept of a duke?

Among the aristocratic royal families in Europe, it can be said that the status is second only to the king, and he is regarded as the prince of the eastern kingdom! Especially since World War II, the UK has no longer awarded the title, and the title can only be passed on by the original, and it will become less and less as the years go on, until it disappears completely.

What are the rich and famous people who are prosperous in the new century, the real dukes and nobles completely look down on them. After all, the land and back garden they rule alone are enough to be the size of a city, and they are truly rich and powerful!

It is very rare for a duke to appear in such a place, let alone such a young duke in front of him!

"Thanks." Caesar nodded, picked up the invitation, and walked into the club smoothly.

When I came to this time and space, since I couldn't go back for a while, I always had to find something to do. The most important of which is the need for a new identity.

More than a decade ago, before World War II was fully over, Caesar rescued the powerful British royal family in the midst of a turbulent war. For some reason, he cleverly obtained the status of a duke. Coincidentally, that year Britain stopped the knighthood, and he was regarded as the last and youngest duke in the United Kingdom.

With the identity of the Duke of England, Caesar no longer needs to disguise his identity, so as to enter and leave the high-level banquets and events of any country.

For this purpose, there is only one—

Collect enough intelligence information on the world you are in to find a reliable way to return to the original time and space.

Inside the Hellfire Club.

The interior decoration is more luxurious and upscale than the exterior, the neon lights on the ceiling are shaking, and the music flows in every corner.

The security guards standing against the wall of the hall can be seen everywhere. The beautiful and sexy girls are basically dressed in three-point style, exposing a large amount of skin, supporting a bald or potbellied guest, and walking into the private room.

After Caesar walked into the club's lobby, almost all the girls who didn't make an appointment cast their gazes in unison, their eyes green as if they were hunters who had found their prey.

"He's mine." "Don't rob me."

The three girls, who believed that they had beautiful faces and slender figures, walked on tiptoes and walked towards Caesar from different directions.

"This gentleman..."

A girl quickened her pace and was about to talk, but Caesar shook her index finger, preventing them from approaching.

Caesar stretched out his hand to the left, took a glass of wine from the passing sommelier's plate, and took advantage of the opportunity to sit in the corner of the open sofa chair in the hall, without any intention of answering or booking a girl.

This made many girls leave with regretful expressions.

"The quality is okay."

Caesar commented softly, took a sip of wine, and didn't know whether he was talking about wine or a girl.

It's not that he's not close to women, it's just that under the superhuman sense of smell, the degree of 'cleanness' on the girl's body can be seen at a glance.

What's more, he often goes in and out of such occasions, and there is no shortage of romantic encounters, but only favorable information.

Shaking the glycol liquor in the wine glass, Caesar gently closed his eyes and released the restrictions of his ears. Hundreds of nearly a thousand voices poured into his ears without any omission, and under the superhuman brain, he calculated and selected useful information. message.

"Come on, give me a kiss, little girl..."

"Colonel Hendry, why is he here?"

"Recently, the United States intends to deploy missiles in Turkey, which may become a further trigger for the Cold War between the Soviet Union and the United States."

"I lost another million today!"

"The Third World War, is it about to start again?"

Bars, banquets, and event venues gather people from the three religions and nine classes, and dragons and snakes are mixed in them. If they can collect all the information they share every day, they can easily crush the intelligence departments of major countries.

"Sure enough, no world can avoid the occurrence of war, even if there is no Hydra villain organization here..."

Caesar murmured, this time and space, because there is no peace symbol and Captain America, there is no superhero as the benchmark of the times. Since the end of World War II, there have been more superficial cold wars and secret disputes among major powers than in the Marvel world.

However, as a foreign time and space personnel, Caesar has no intention of intervening in the war.

In the Marvel world, the ontology, as a symbol of peace, is already tired enough, and his avatar doesn't want to repeat the same mistakes.