Chapter 521： Variant world

Chapter 521 The World of Variants

The social way of the celebrities of the upper class is often a set of secrets. On the surface, you are a brother and a brother, courteous and modest, and behind the exhaustive means intrigue.

Like the Hellfire Club, this kind of dating platform, guests will give each other a feeling of love, will not offend.

Today, it happens to be an exception.

There is no other reason, just because you are not pleasing to the eye, so in front of everyone, the shot fanned you a slap in the face.

Caesar also kept a gentle smile. If it wasn't for Griff's blushing, the guests next thought that everything was purely accidental.

His plain and arrogant words made the guests breathe in a cold air, and even Mora in the corner of the hall was shocked.

"This is an opportunity..."

Mora saw a group of security guards surrounded by Caesar, and suddenly realized that she quickly got up from the sofa and went to the private room of Colonel Hendry.

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

"how?"

Caesar glanced at Mora's back, just like the unscrupulous dude, who waited for the angry red griff to speak and continued to ask: "Is you junk, not convinced?"

"Bunny scorpion, I want to kill you, I will definitely kill you!"

Griff couldn't help it anymore, and the hairy beard blew up, slamming toward Caesar, who was standing in front of him.

Caesar neither evaded nor defended, as if watching the jumping clown, and Griff was one centimeter away from him, several tall and mighty security guards suddenly rushed out, respectively, holding Griff's limbs, not letting him again Move a half.

"What are you doing? Catch the wrong person! It is him, he is doing things! Do you know who I am!" Griff’s eyes were bloodshot, struggling to struggle, shouting, just shouting, just With one person's strength, how can you break free from the constraints of security.

The security guard wearing sunglasses is indifferent, and he will put Griff on the ground.

"Give it to you, I don't want to see him again tonight." Caesar did not take care of him, sideways to the main pipe that rushed.

The boss of the abdomen wiped the cold sweat and nodded busyly. "Yes, the Duke. I am sorry, I am free to spend tonight, I hope you can have a good time."

Caesar tapped his head and walked to the lobby sofa, watching the guests consciously give up a passage.

"Sorry, Mr. Griff. Not the club doesn't give you face, who makes you offended someone who shouldn't offend." The supervisor looked at Griff, shook his head in regret, and told the two security guards: "Send He left Las Vegas."

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

In this kind of club, there is a contradiction in disputes. The security guard is not a policeman. It does not matter who is right or who is wrong. Who is noble and who is the right one. And how can an Italian ambassador compare with the Duke of a big country?

Caesar returned to the sofa in situ, and Mora, who pretended to be a girl, was gone.

"Sneaked in?" Caesar smiled lightly, sat on the sofa, picked up the glass and continued to taste the wine, but his eyes picked up slightly, looking at the private room of Colonel Hendry.

The blue eyes of the blue eyes glowed, and the curtains that originally blocked the view were pierced by the Superman's eyes. The inner things were instantly visible.

Caesar 'clear' saw it, and it was empty in the private room. He concentrated his eyesight and saw the things behind the interior walls of the private room under the perspective of perspective.

There is a very hidden dark room in the private room, and the back of the wall is where a study is. There are various world maps and intelligence files on the desk of the study. Mora, who sneaked into it, is sitting at the desk, twisting his round hips, and skillfully flipping the cabinet to find the information files.

"This technique... CIA?" Caesar shook his head and thought, at this moment, Mora in the darkroom seemed to hear the noise, and could not help but look at a dark room deeper into the study.

"Well?" Caesar looked at him and looked at the past.

The deepest room, although it is a dark room, has a wide space and luxurious decoration, with comfortable conference tables and chairs.

The second dark room.

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

The middle-aged man seemed to be talking to Colonel Hendry, the negotiations failed, and there was an unpleasant color on each other's faces.

Caesar let go of some of the limitations of Superman's ear force, and the conversation sound across several walls immediately followed the incoming ear.

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. This is basically impossible. You and I should know that once the missile is deployed in Turkey. The Soviet side will certainly act, and if it triggers the war between the two countries, it is not you and I can take responsibility."

"Colonel, the conclusion is not too early." Shang's face was a little cold.

"There is nothing to talk about." Colonel Hendry stood frowning, alertly touching the pistol at his waist.

"Let's change the way we negotiate." Still patted the palm of his hand.

When the non-mainstream youth heard the prompt, they immediately got up, the left hand extended, and a whirlwind appeared on the palm. As the rotating wind body continued to grow, the trend toward small tornadoes evolved.

"You... what's in my wine?!"

Colonel Hendry stood up in horror and thought that the other party had let go of something, which made him a strange illusion.

The non-mainstream young man's palms were sent forward, and the whirlwind floated forward. The Colonel Hendrick was involved in it, throwing up three or four meters high, and then letting him fall heavily on the sofa chair.

Colonel Hendry made it difficult to climb up and shoot out the pistol and shoot it. The White Queen stood up directly, blocking it in front of the body, and transforming the body into a brilliant diamond.

‘Hey! ’

The bullet fell on the white queen's diamond body, only sprinkling the starting point of the ignition star, without causing a trace of damage.

Colonel Hendry’s desperate Zhang Dazui, the pistol detached from his hand, apparently gave up resistance.

"It's very powerful, the super-powers derived from genetic variants." Still looking at him with a smile, in the face of absolute strength, all power and wealth are illusory.

Colonel Hendry stood silent and succumbed to the sofa, knowing that he could not resist the variants of human beings.

"Asazzo devil?" Still asked.

The white queen squatted his head and blew a sharp, bright whistle.

Under the glow of a group of red flames in the darkroom, a young man with a red skin resembling a demon has emerged inexplicably from midair and extended his left hand to Colonel Hendley.

Colonel Hendry was hesitating, still holding his hand, and the red flame re-emerged, and the two disappeared into the dark room at the same time.

Just a short while.

All three variants have brightened their unique talents. This scene is not only seen by the CIA Mora, but also by Caesar in the club hall.

"Four variants."

Caesar whispered to himself, and his interest was getting higher and higher.

In Marvel's time and space, human beings with unique abilities are rare, not villains or superheroes.

In the current X-Men universe, due to the outstanding gene, there are thousands of variants in the human population, and the number is thousands. Most of these mutants are hidden among ordinary people, such as Charles and Revan.

The X-Men universe is a real talented person. Superman is like a dog's time and space.

(End of this chapter)