I Am In Marvel

Mora slipped out of the dark room in shock. What she saw tonight was beyond her imagination. The magic-like superpowers that spread among the people of the world really exist, and some people began to use mutant abilities to intervene in the politics of great powers. .

"Colonel Hendry has already been controlled by others. If he changes his mind, there is a good chance that missiles will be deployed on the Turkish front..." Mora, as an excellent CIA agent, naturally understands the benefits, she deeply Take a few breaths to calm down.

After coming out of the private room, Mora subconsciously looked towards the corner of the hall. Sitting on the sofa just now, the boy named Caesar had long since disappeared, and he was nowhere to be seen in the hall where the neon lights swayed.

Mora's eyes sank, and she quickly regained her spirits and walked towards the door of the Hellfire Club.

On the road next to the Hellfire Club, a small black bridge car was parked.

After Mora walked to the car, the window rolled down, and the driver was a slightly bald middle-aged man.

"Well, nothing happened inside, right? I said, a club of this level will not be so easy to get caught..."

Before the middle-aged man could finish speaking, Mora opened the rear door, sat in it, and interrupted him: "Bob, help me connect with the top CIA chief!"

Bob opened his eyes wide in surprise and exclaimed: "Are you crazy? Supreme Commander, it should be discussed at the Turkish frontline base now."

"Stop talking nonsense, I have something very important to report!"

Mora's eyes were firm, and her tone was even firmer. Bob hesitated for a while, but he still reached out to the communication device hidden in the car, and sighed helplessly: "Forget it, let's wait to write a report together."

After connecting with the top CIA chief, Mora will simply report back what he witnessed in the Hellfire Club, including the strange abilities revealed by the mutants and the threat to Colonel Hendry.

Finally, she anxiously concluded: "There must be a problem with the Hellfire Club, or it may directly affect the deployment of the Turkish missiles!"

"What are you talking about, Agent Mora?"

In the general control room of the U.S. military base on the front line in Turkey, the top CIA chief was sitting in a chair, looking at Colonel Hendry who was talking with Kaikai, and said in a low voice to the phone: "Colonel Hendry is sitting not far from me now. Ah! You saw him at the Hellfire Club? Unless he traveled nearly three thousand kilometers in ten minutes!"

Mora frowned slightly, and the demon-looking man came to mind.

"Don't waste my time." The top officer threw this sentence down impatiently, and then hung up the satellite remote phone.

Hearing the busy tone over the phone, Mora could only put down the phone, raised her neck and sat on the soft back chair.

In this regard, Bob, an old man of the CIA, had long expected, and bickered: "I'll just say, there is no full evidence, and sometimes intelligence is useless, not to mention the supernatural phenomenon involving mutants and the like."

"I don't get discouraged so easily."

Mora said stubbornly, suddenly remembered something, tilted her head and asked, "Bob, do you know a boy named Caesar? I was in the club just now, and he helped me clear the siege, it's not that you secretly sent manpower?"

"How is it possible, only the two of us are here tonight." Bob shook his head decisively, stunned for a moment, and looked at Mora in surprise, "You said his name was... Caesar?"

"Yes, she looks very young, about seventeen or eighteen years old. Blonde blue eyes, outstanding temperament, about 1.8 meters tall, with a strong and fit body." Mora said here, thinking of the intimate contact just now, There was an unnatural blush on his cheeks, but the lights in the car were dim, and Bob didn't notice it.

Bob's face became serious, and he said solemnly: "Listening to you, it should be him."

"You know him?" Maura asked in surprise.

"Of course I don't know, I just heard about it."

Bob was silent for a moment, then organized the language a little: "Caesar. The last duke of the United Kingdom, and the youngest one, whose birth is unknown, his parents are unknown, in the CIA archives, in terms of insufficient intelligence information, he can even be included in the list. The first three."

"The Duke? The little man is the Duke?"

Mora covered her mouth with her hands. Although she had thought that Caesar's identity was unusual, she was still frightened to know his true identity.

"Yes. As for the origin of his dukeship, it is also a mystery."

Bob smiled wryly, "It is recorded in the archives that Caesar was more than ten years ago, when the Second World War had not ended, and the war in some areas had not yet been extinguished. He rescued important members of the British royal family and became a knight in one fell swoop."

He paused and continued: "But you think, more than ten years ago. How old is Caesar, how to save the great royal family?"

"That can only be fake? The knighthood is just for other reasons." Mora pondered.

"It's not just you who think so, many people think so too. There are also rumors that Caesar was the illegitimate son of the Queen of England at that time."

Bob spread his hands and said, "But no matter what, he still sealed the duke. Think about it, how old is a child who carries more power and wealth than a family?"

This is naturally self-evident. After the knighthood, not only some outsiders were jealous of Caesar, even the members of the royal family would shoot Caesar in various ways...

"But why now..."

Maura's eyes widened, Caesar was still growing up healthy in that situation.

Bob smiled bitterly: "So, it's all a mystery. I only know that those who shot Caesar, either overtly or secretly, died mysteriously later, without exception. He is still active today. In the upper-level social banquets of the major countries, even the boss of the major countries will not be given the face, and no one will dare to compete with him."

"It looks like he's just a playboy, but he actually relies on himself... What kind of person is he?"

Mo Dumei's eyes flashed with brilliance.

Bob solemnly reminded: "I advise you, it's best not to be curious about him. Although we in the CIA are collecting intelligence, there are some things about people that we can't touch. You can't pull it out either."

"I know."

Even though Mordo said that, he secretly planted a seed in his heart.

"Sir doesn't believe it. Then, what do you want to do next?" Bob asked.

Modu said: "I'm looking for a doctor who studies mutant genes, he may have a solution!"

At this moment. With the Hellfire Club, the US military base is about 3,000 kilometers away.

U.S. generals in the control room were arguing as Colonel Hendry changed his mind in favor of deploying missiles in Turkey.

No one noticed that it was directly above the building of the US military base, at an altitude of about one thousand meters.

Caesar, dressed in a suit, faced the high-altitude wind and suspended in the air regardless of gravity. He looked down at the base fortress adorned with lights. His deep blue eyes seemed to pierce through steel plates, and he could see everything in the control room.