Chapter 519： The last duke, intelligence

Chapter 519, The Last Duke, Intelligence

From the Oxford, England, Caesar has maintained a height climb of 1,000 kilometers, flying all the way to the Atlantic Ocean.

Fly out of the land and into the sea.

Far beyond the flying Mach speed of the modernized aircraft, Caesar seems to move against the jet lag, and the thick night sky gradually resolves, and the star morning and the moon sun are obviously reversed.

He sometimes shuttles through the clouds, leaving an extended white wave trail in the sky, sometimes falling down like a meteorite, sweeping through the low surface of the sea, and rising straight waves of waves in the back, scaring countless seagulls and fish.

Less than half a minute.

Caesar appeared in front of the new continent, which is the America on the other side of the Atlantic, that is, the location of the United States.

The United Kingdom and the United States have a full five time difference, so the British side is late at night, and the United States has just come down to the night, swaying city lights dotted the earth.

Passing through the inland desert, Caesar arrived in Las Vegas tonight.

Similar to Marvel's world, Las Vegas is also the largest city in the United States and a city with a high international reputation. The world of gambling-based tourism, shopping, and vacation is world-famous.

After more than a decade of the end of World War II, the overall economy of the world has fully recovered, and the city's popularity has also flourished.

"The time is still very good..." Caesar looked at the sky and landed on a building roof in the city block, sorting out the hair that was blowing in the wind.

Cross the Atlantic in one minute and cross 6,000 kilometers to another banquet. No one can believe it when you say it.

Caesar thought about it, or went to a local high-end clothing store, tried on and bought a banquet suit.

It must be said that people rely on clothing, this sentence applies in any occasion.

After Caesar changed from a casual suit to a fitted suit, the superior temperament was even more difficult to cover up, so that the female clerk and the customer in the store could not move their eyes. When the female clerk took the small note with the phone number, he Go to a high-end banquet venue in the bustling neighbourhood of the city.

Hellfire Club.

The power behind the boss is unknown. Only the upper-class people are accepted to the outside world. There are many internal security personnel. The guests who can qualify to come here are not rich and expensive.

The gates of the Hellfire Club are grand and grand, Caesar is just approaching, two security men wearing black suits and sunglasses, subconsciously reaching out to stop him, "trouble, show your identity, or club invitation."

"Invitation, I remember..." Caesar snorted, reaching into the suit lining, taking out a golden invitation and handing it over to one of the security guards.

Security took over the invitation and opened the reading. His original serious face became amazed.

Another securityman took the head and saw the identity notes on the invitation. He also groaned and suspected that he had misunderstood his eyes.

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

"No, no problem at all!" Security came back, folded the invitation letter, and handed it back to Kaiser. Congratulations: "The Duke from the UK welcomes you to the banquet. !"

"British, public...just?!"

At the entrance, other beautiful ladies and gentlemen dressed up, when they heard this title, their faces changed.

What is the concept of the Duke?

In the aristocratic royal family in Europe, it can be said that the status is second only to the king, and it is the prince of the eastern kingdom! Especially since the Second World War, the United Kingdom is no longer a lord. The title can only be passed on from the original, and will gradually become less and less as the years go by.

What the rich and famous celebrities of the new century mixed with the wind, the real duke nobles completely look down, after all, they only rule the land, the back garden, there is a city size, is the real rich and enemies deep!

The duke will appear in such a place, it would be strange, not to mention the young Duke!

"Thank you." Caesar nodded and picked up the invitation and walked into the club smoothly.

Come to this time and space, since you can't go back for a while, always find something to do. The most important thing is that you need a brand new identity.

Caesar had not fully ended in World War II more than a decade ago. In a turbulent war, he saved the British royal family with a high degree of power. For some reason, he cleverly got the status of the Duke. It was also just that, in the United Kingdom, the British stopped being sealed, and he was the last and youngest duke in Britain.

With the British Duke status, Caesar does not need to disguise his identity, so as to enter and go to any of the country's high-end banquets and events.

For this purpose, there is only one -

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

Inside the Hellfire Club.

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

The security guards standing by the lobby wall can be seen everywhere. The gorgeous **** girl is basically wearing a three-point style, revealing a large piece of skin, and advocating a person who is a bald or abdomen and walks into a private private room.

When Caesar walked into the club hall, almost all the girls who didn't make an appointment, all of them brushed their eyes and looked at the hunters who looked like prey.

"He is mine." "Don't grab it with me."

The three girls who are pretty and slim, look at the catwalk and walk towards Caesar from different directions.

"This gentleman..."

Some girls are accelerating their pace and are trying to talk. As a result, Caesar’s index finger shakes and stops them from approaching.

Caesar reached out to the left, took a glass of wine from the passing waiter's plate, and sat on the corner of the open sofa chair in the hall, and did not take care of it or make an appointment for the girl.

This made many girls leave with regrets.

"Quality is okay."

Caesar whispered and tasted a drink, and I don’t know if I’m talking about wine or a girl.

It’s not that he’s not close to a female color, but just under Superman’s sense of smell, the ‘clean’ level of the girl’s body is known.

What's more, he often enters and exits such occasions. There is no shortage of lascivious encounters. What is lacking is only favorable information.

Shake the liquor in the glass, Caesar gently closes his eyes, and releases the ears. Hundreds of thousands of sounds are poured into his ear, and under the superhuman brain, the useful information is selected. message.

"Come on, kiss, chick..."

"Chendy Colonel Henry, how did he come?"

"Recently the United States intends to deploy missiles in Turkey, which may become a further fuse of the Soviet-US Cold War."

"Today lost another million!"

"The third world war, have you started yet?"

Bars, banquets, and event venues, where people gather in the three streams, the dragons and snakes are mixed, and the information materials they share every day can easily crush the intelligence departments of big countries if they can be collected.

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

Caesar muttered to himself, this time and space, because there is no peace symbol and the captain of the United States, there is no superhero as the benchmark of the times. Since the end of World War II, the superficial cold war and the dark disputes of the great powers have been much more than the Marvel world.

However, as a foreign time and space person, Caesar did not want to intervene in the war.

In the Marvel world, the body as a symbol of peace is already tired enough, and he does not want to repeat the same mistakes.

(End of this chapter)