Chapter 528： Real wolverine

Chapter 528 Real Wolverine

A round of moons emerged from the dark clouds, and the bright moonlight fell on the base of the open space.

Charles bent slightly and held his hand on the corridor handrail, looking sideways at Mora. "Why do you suddenly want to know about Caesar?"

Mora didn't look away, didn't want to answer this question, but he was afraid that Charles would read the heart directly. He could only swear: "I don't mean a mutant, you are the noble name of the Duke of England. If he can join We may be able to increase the odds of winning when dealing with those in the Hellfire Club."

"He?" Charles twitched his mouth.

"Is his ability to change, not suitable for fighting?" Mora looked at him strangely.

"No." Charles shook his head. "It's not so much that his ability is not suitable for combat. It's better to say that I don't know what his specific variant ability is."

"How is this possible?" Mora was really surprised this time.

"This is a fact. Although I have lived in the estate for several years, the only person I can't see is probably Caesar."

When Charles said that he was helpless, he said: "My ability, from small to large, did not enter Caesar's consciousness once. Even when he was sleeping, the most unprepared. If the ordinary people's consciousness is ordinary residence, Just find the door and you can go in. That's his consciousness, like a layered encrypted super safe."

"He, what kind of person is it." Mora opened her mouth a little and asked the question a second time.

"how to say."

Charles scratched his head and pointed to the sky outside. "He is from heaven."

"Heaven?"

"Yes. I was less than ten years old at the time, on the night I met with Ruiwen. Caesar, he descended from the sky like a meteorite in the courtyard of my house, even though he was still unscathed. Homeless He naturally stayed in my house for a while."

"You are also an out-and-out geek."

When I heard Charles’ answer, Mora had no idea what to say, and let people with unknown personalities and unknown sources live in their own homes. Is this what ordinary people will do?

Mora caught the key and said: "Wait. So, Caesar, he was only three or four years old?"

"Yes. It is much smaller than us. Originally, I and Ruiwen regarded him as a younger brother. But after getting familiar with it..."

Charles’s eyes are complicated, saying: “The Caesar at that time was beyond the expected maturity, and... because of the ability of the genius of the mind, the brain developed far more than the average person, and when I was learning, I would never forget it. It is an unquestioned super genius. After returning home, I still have to ask Caesar if I don’t understand it. I am a special existence like my teacher and friend."

Mora took the words thoughtfully, "Caesar, he is also a genius?"

"Genius?" Charles couldn't help but smile. "I have never seen him learn. He is like a born man. It is the kind of heaven that the East knows. In front of him, all those who claim to be genius will be self-defeating." ”

Mora is getting more and more shocked by Charles's super-high evaluation. In her cognition of the CIA agent, Charles is already in the ranks of top talents. I didn't expect Caesar's genius level to remain above it.

"Okay. Go to bed early. Tomorrow we are still looking for the whereabouts of the Hellfire Club."

Charles yawned and walked to his room, raising his hand to Mora.

Mora is still standing, not knowing what to think.

"Right." Charles stopped his steps and didn't return. He solemnly said: "It's better to look for other mutants than to think of Caesar. If Caesar wants to shoot, I am afraid that the world situation will follow the direction he imagined. development of."

After dropping this inexplicable sentence, Charles continued to move, and the figure disappeared in the corner of the corridor, leaving Mora standing quietly in the hallway.

They did not find that on the other side of the corridor corner, Eric back to the wall, silently listening to the conversation between the two.

"Caesar..." Eric said to himself, his fists clenched quietly.

America, New York, somewhere in the city late night bar.

Looking up at the lively scene in front of the lights, Asazzo turned to look at Caesar on the side, wondering: "Lord, why are we coming to this place?"

"Exploring intelligence." Caesar said of course.

Asazzo snorted again and said, "I want to find information? I don't know, I can help you sneak into the intelligence database of various countries."

"Big red, what do you know." Caesar didn't have a good air: "That's boring, unlike the wines here, there are beautiful women. And the information I want, the intelligence banks of the major countries are not, ask why - I have seen it all over the years."

Athano nodded, "Teached."

"Let's go." Caesar walked in front and entered the bar with Asazzo wearing a hat.

Caesar is already a frequent visitor to most of the world's bar nightclubs. When they come in, there is a bunny who leads them to the vacant place. Just as passing by the entertainment hall where the dance was indulging, Caesar suddenly saw a familiar figure, driving him to suddenly stop.

"What's wrong, less master?" Seeing his anomaly, Assao also cast his eyes on it.

It can be seen that it is a man in his thirties. The black hair is like the ear of a wolf. The face of a knife-like vicissitude is a scorpion, wearing a worn leather wallet and sitting alone on a chair. Stuffed with wine.

"The same kind." Asazzo narrowed his eyes. His acuity like a beast, at a glance, judged that the man was a mutant, and he was a very dangerous mutant.

"What kind of similar?" The bunny girl who was entertained was curious.

"Without your business, you should step back and take three glasses of brandy." Caesar grabbed a few hundred dollar bills and sent the bunny girl. The bunny girl didn't mind, took over the hundred dollar bills, twisted her round hips, and smiled and nodded.

"Go." Caesar waved his hand and took Asazzo to the man.

"Less master, just take this position."

"Is there any interest in having a drink, Uncle."

Asazzo and Caesar left and right, and sang and sang to the men's seats and surrounded him.

"Take the old man's TM!" The man was drinking, and after he dropped the glass, he burst straight, and the violent temper was visible.

Asazzo’s face changed slightly, and she didn’t expect the other person to give her face.

"Friends, don't be so heavy."

Caesar didn't mind, his face was smiling, he looked at the man he was familiar with, and his heart was very emotional.

I did not expect to meet him in another time and space.

Wolverine, Rogan.

The lone wolf who was really in the X-Men time and space, the family was brutally killed, and turned against the brothers, and the Wolverine is still wandering.

"Roll your little rabbit scorpion, when will I be your friend?" Rogan took out the cigar and ignited.

This kind of intimacy brought the feeling of Caesar's emotions. "This is not allowed. Maybe in another time and space, we are not only friends, but also family members."

(End of this chapter)