I Am In Marvel

The social ways of the upper-class celebrities are often the same on the surface and the other in secret. On the surface, they call you brothers and sisters, polite and humble, but behind the scenes they use all means to intrigue.

For example, on a dating platform like the Hellfire Club, guests will show some affection for each other and will not offend each other to death.

And today, happens to be an exception.

There is no other reason, just because I don't like you, so I slapped you in the face in front of everyone.

Caesar still kept a gentle smile. If it wasn't for Griff's blushing and swollen face, the guests next to him would have thought that everything was an accident.

His bland and arrogant words made the guests gasp for air, and even Mora in the corner of the hall was stunned.

"This is an opportunity..."

When Mora saw a group of security guards surrounding Caesar, she suddenly woke up. She quickly got up from the sofa and went to Colonel Hendley's private room.

at this time. The focus of the people in the hall fell on Caesar, and naturally no one noticed Mora's actions.

"how?"

Caesar glanced at Mora's back, like a reckless dude, before waiting for Griff, whose face was flushed with anger, to speak, he continued to ask, "You're still rubbish, and you're still not convinced?"

"Little bastard, I'm going to kill you, I'm definitely going to kill you!"

Griff couldn't take it any longer, his hair and beard exploded in anger, and swooped towards Caesar who was standing in front of him.

Caesar neither evaded nor defended, as if he was looking at the clown jumping beam. When Griff was still one centimeter away from him, several tall and mighty security guards suddenly rushed out and held Griff's limbs separately, preventing him from going any further. Move half a minute.

"What are you doing? You caught the wrong person! It's him, it's him who's doing it! Do you know who I am!" With the strength of one person, he can't break free from the shackles of security guards.

The security guard wearing sunglasses was indifferent and pressed Griff to the ground.

"It's over to you, I don't want to see him tonight." Caesar didn't pay any attention to him, and turned to the main pipe who hurried over.

The potbellied supervisor wiped his cold sweat and nodded hurriedly: "Yes, Your Excellency. I'm really sorry, all consumption is free tonight, I hope you can have a good time."

Caesar nodded lightly, walked to the sofa in the lobby, and consciously gave up a passage to the onlookers.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Griff. It's not that this club doesn't give you face, who made you offend someone who shouldn't have offended you." The supervisor looked at Griff, shook his head regretfully, and instructed the two security guards: "Send He left Las Vegas."

"Duke... Duke?" Griff had given up his resistance and muttered to himself, his face pale and bloodless.

When conflicts and disputes arise in such clubs, the security guards are not the police, and they don't care who is right or wrong. Whoever has a noble status is on the right side. How can a mere Italian ambassador be compared with a duke of a big country?

Caesar returned to the sofa, and Mora, disguised as a girl, was nowhere to be seen.

"Did you sneak in?" Caesar smiled lightly, sat on the sofa, picked up the glass and continued to taste the wine, but his eyes narrowed slightly, looking at Colonel Hendry's private room.

The azure blue eyes glowed with halo, and the curtain that originally blocked the field of vision was pierced by the superhuman eye line, and the inner things were immediately seen.

Caesar "clearly" saw that the private room was completely empty. He concentrated his eyesight, and with the ability to see through, he could see the things behind the inner wall of the private room.

There is a very hidden dark room in the private room, and a study is located behind the wall. There are various world maps and intelligence files on the desk in the study. Mora, who has sneaked into it, is squatting beside the desk, twisting her round hips, skillfully flipping through the cabinet to find the intelligence file.

"This method... the CIA?" Caesar shook his head and thought to himself. At this moment, Mora in the dark room seemed to hear a strange noise and could not help but look to a dark room deeper in the study.

"Huh?" Caesar's expression changed, and he looked over.

The deepest room, although it is a dark room, is spacious and luxuriously decorated, with comfortable conference tables and chairs.

Second dark room.

The White Queen sat with a middle-aged man, and a non-mainstream young man dressed in a suit, sitting on a high chair beside him drinking alone. Colonel Hendry, who was the invited guest, was sitting on the other side of the three with his legs crossed.

The middle-aged man and Colonel Hendry seemed to be talking about something. The negotiation failed, and there were expressions of displeasure on each other's faces.

Caesar let go of some of the limitations of his superhuman ear, and the sound of chatting through several walls immediately entered his ears.

Colonel Hendry looked at the middle-aged man and sneered: "Mr. Shang. You want me to change my mind and agree to deploy missiles in Turkey, which is basically impossible. You and I should both know that once the missiles are deployed in Turkey , the Soviet side will definitely do something, and if a war between the two countries is triggered, it is not something you and I can be responsible for."

"Colonel, don't draw conclusions too early." Shang's face turned cold.

"That's nothing to talk about." Colonel Hendry frowned, and vigilantly touched the pistol at his waist.

"Let's change the negotiation method." Shang clapped his palms.

When the non-mainstream youth heard the prompt, he got up immediately, stretched out his left hand, and a whirlwind appeared on his palm.

"You...what did you put in my wine?!"

Colonel Hendry stood up in horror, mistakenly thinking that the other party had put something, which caused him to have a strange hallucination at this time.

The non-mainstream youth sent the palm forward, and the whirlwind floated forward, involving Colonel Hendry, and threw him three or four meters high, and then let him fall heavily on the sofa chair.

Colonel Hendley struggled to get up and took out a pistol to shoot at Shang, but the White Queen stood up directly and stood in front of Shang, her body turning into a crystal and dazzling diamond at the same time.

‘Clang clang clang! ’

The bullet landed on the diamond body of the White Queen, only sputtering the starting point of sparks, without causing any damage.

Colonel Hendry opened his mouth in despair, and the pistol was detached from his hand, apparently giving up resistance.

"It's very powerful, superpowers derived from genetic variants." Shang looked at him with a smile, in the face of absolute strength, all power and wealth are illusory.

Colonel Hendry was silent, leaning on the sofa in submission, knowing that he could not resist the mutants among humans.

"Where's the Asazor demon?" Shang asked.

The White Queen tilted her head and blew a sharp and loud whistle.

Under the glow of a cloud of red flames in the dark room, a young man with red skin that looked like a demon appeared inexplicably from midair and stretched out his left hand towards Colonel Hendry.

Colonel Hendley hesitated for a while, but still held his hand, Chi Yan revived, and the two disappeared into the dark room at the same time.

Just a short while.

The three mutants all showed their unique innate abilities. This scene was not only seen by the CIA Mora, but also known by Caesar in the club hall.

"Four mutants."

Caesar muttered to himself, his interest rising.

In Marvel time and space, humans with unique abilities are rare, either villains or superheroes.

In the current X-Men universe, due to the prominent mutant genes, there are tens of thousands of mutants constantly appearing in the human population. Most of these mutants hide among ordinary people, such as the current Charles and Raven.

The X-Men universe is an earth time and space where real talents are born in large numbers, and there are as many supermen as dogs and strong men.