Chapter 522： Mysterious Caesar

Chapter 522 Mysterious Caesar

Mora stunned from the dark room, and what she saw tonight was beyond her imagination. It was spread in the world, and the magical superpower really existed, and some people began to intervene in the politics of big powers with the ability to transform. .

"The Colonel Hendry has been under the control of others. In case he changes his mind, there will be missiles deployed in the ninth front of the Turkish side..." Mora, as a good agent of the CIA, naturally understands the benefits, she is deep. Take a few breaths to stabilize your mood.

From the private room, Mora subconsciously looked into the corner of the hall. Just sitting on the sofa, the boy named Caesar had already disappeared, and the neon lights swayed in the hall.

Moramei stunned and quickly revived and walked to the door of the Hellfire Club.

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

After Mora walked over to the car, the window shook down. Sitting on the main driver was a slightly bald middle-aged man.

"How, what happened in the inside? I said that this level of clubs will not be so easy to get people to handle..."

The middle-aged man had not finished speaking. Mora opened the rear door and sat in it. He interrupted his words: "Bob, hurry to help me connect the highest position of the CIA!"

Bob’s eyes wide open and screamed: “You are crazy? The highest sergeant should now discuss matters at the Turkish frontline base.”

"Do not talk nonsense, I have very important things to report!"

Mora’s eyes were firm and her tone was firm. Bob hesitated, or reached out to the hidden communication device inside the car. He sighed helplessly: “Forget it, wait for the report together.”

After communicating with the highest ranking officer of the CIA, Mora will witness the things in the Hellfire Club, including the singular ability of the mutants, and the threat of the Colonel Hendry, and made a simple feedback.

Finally, she anxiously concluded: "The Hellfire Club must have problems, or directly affect the deployment of the Turkish missiles!"

"What are you talking about, Agent Mora?"

In the general control room of the Turkish front-line US military base, the highest position of the CIA is sitting in a chair, looking at the Colonel Hendry, who is talking about Kaikai. He whispered to the phone: "The colonel Hendley is sitting next to me. Ah! You saw him at the Hellfire Club? Unless he shuttled nearly 3,000 kilometers in ten minutes!"

Mora brows slightly wrinkled, and the man who looks like the demon appears in his mind.

"You don't waste my time." The top sergeant threw down this sentence impatiently and then hanged the satellite remote phone.

Listening to the busy tone on the other side of the phone, Mora could only put down the phone tube and raise her neck to sit on the soft back chair.

In this regard, Bob, who is an old man in the CIA, had expected it, mixing his mouth and saying: "I said, there is no evidence, and intelligence is sometimes useless, not to mention the supernatural phenomenon of variants and the like."

"I am not so easy to be discouraged."

Mora reluctantly said, suddenly thinking of something, holding his head and asking: "Bob, do you know a boy named Caesar? Just now I was in the club, he also helped me out, it will not be sent by you secretly. The manpower?"

"How is it possible? Tonight, only the two of us are here." Bob shook his head decisively, suddenly stunned, and looked at Mora in amazement. "You said he called...Caesar?"

"Yes, it looks very young, it is about seventeen or eight years old. Blonde blue scorpion, outstanding temperament, about one meter tall, body---------" The cheeks were unnaturally rising, and the lights in the car were dim. Bob didn't notice this.

Bob’s face was serious and dignified: “Listen to you, it should be him.”

"Do you know him?" Mora asked.

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

Bob was silent for a moment and organized the language a little: "Caesar. The last duke in England, the youngest one, was born unknown, his parents are unknown. In the CIA's archives, he can even arbitrarily dissipate intelligence information. The first three."

"Duke? The little man is the duke?"

Mora covered her mouth with both hands, and although she thought of Caesar's identity, she knew that her true identity was scared.

"Yes. It is a mystery to talk about the origin of his Duke status."

Bob smiled bitterly. "In the archives, Caesar was recorded more than a decade ago. The war in World War II was not over yet. The war in some areas was still not extinguished. He saved the important members of the British royal family and sealed them."

He paused and continued: "But you think, more than a decade ago. How old is Caesar, how can I save the big king room?"

"That can only be fake? The seal is only for other reasons." Mora swears.

"Not only do you think so, many people think so. There are rumors that Caesar was the illegitimate son of the Queen of England at the time."

Bob spread his hand and said: "No matter what, he still sealed the Duke. You think about it, a child of a few years, carrying the power and wealth beyond a family, what will happen?"

This nature is self-evident. After the banquet, more than some outsiders are hot on Caesar, even if they are members of the interior of the royal family, they will also shoot Caesar in various ways...

"But why now..."

Mora's eyes widened, and in that case Caesar grew healthy.

Bob smiled and said: "So, it’s all a mystery. I only know that those who, either plainly or secretly, shot on Caesar, have died bizarrely, no exception. Today, he is still active. In the upper-level social banquets of major countries, even the face of the big country boss will not give, no one dares to compete with him."

"It seems to be just a child. Actually, it depends on himself... what kind of person is he?"

The beauty of Modumei is splendid.

Bob solemnly reminded: "I advise you, it is best not to be curious about him. Although our CIA is collecting intelligence, some people have something, not what we can touch. In case you get stuck, it is estimated that You can't pull it out."

"I know."

Although Modu said so, he secretly planted a seed.

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

Mo Dudao said: "I am looking for a doctor who studies variant genes. He may have a way!"

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

As Colonel Hendry changed his mind and agreed to deploy missiles in Turkey, the US military officers in the general control room were quarreling.

No one noticed that the US military base building is directly above the height of about a kilometer.

Caesar, who was in a suit, greeted the high-altitude wind, ignoring the gravity floating in the air. He looked down at the base fortress with the lights, and the deep blue eyes seemed to pierce through the steel plate, and visualized all the scenes in the master control room.

(End of this chapter)