Chapter 542： Cat crossing time and space

Chapter 542 Cats Passing through Time and Space

New York nightclub.

Various gorgeous neon lights swayed back and forth. After the new trend of electronic music, men and women, regardless of age and occupation, began to indulge in the in-store ballroom.

Rogan finally managed to circumvent the security guard at the door, and followed the gorgeous lady into the nightclub. In a lively and noisy environment, he carefully avoided the crowd and tried to walk against the wall and the wooden frame. The main servant of entertainment and entertainment.

Jumping into a wine cabinet, Rogan's condescending glance quickly locked the target.

It can be seen that in the quieter seat, Caesar is cocking his legs, sitting there drinking, and Asazzo is completely substituted into the body of the bodyguard.

At this time, Asazzo's eyes were slightly whitened. After the precipitation of the years, it looks mature and stable. He wore a black tuxedo, hiding the tail behind him, revealing only the red-skinned face, and did not attract special attention from others.

Caesar is as old as ever, young and handsome, and like Rogan did not change because of the passage of time, but the temperament is more gentle and refined, and the body seems to have reached a peak of near perfection.

Looking at the two people who were familiar with the eyes, Rogan suddenly stopped, and the corner of his mouth could not help but raise a curve.

Although I didn't want to see Caesar again, in fact, even if he was a hundred years old, he often missed the previous years. The paragraph was carefree, and the sky was falling down. Some people were drinking and chatting every day to the ease of the street.

A female guest noticed Rogan on the wine cabinet and shouted: "Dear, you see there is a cat there, it seems to be still laughing."

"Well?" The male guest sitting next to her looked sideways, but the empty space on the wine cabinet, where there was a cat trail, smiled and said: "You are drunk!"

"Really, it’s only Garfield." The female guest muttered, stood up and looked again, but couldn’t find it.

Under the wine cabinet.

At the bottom of the table, Rogan screamed "good luck." He aimed at the gap between people walking, rushing into the hall, passing through the crowd, and approaching the other side of the seat.

Corner wine table.

Asazzo lowered his head slightly and smiled. "The Lord, Rogan seems to be staying in New York recently. Would you like to find a time to meet him? We haven't seen him for several years."

"As you arrange." Caesar sipped his mouth and shrugged: "The guy is wild and can't get up at all times. It used to be a teacher for a few days. It's almost the limit."

"Yeah. We haven't been teachers for a long time, since five years ago..."

Asazzo suddenly stopped talking, and looked sharply. He reached out and waved outwards, just to fly the Garfield to Caesar.

He was surprised to know afterwards: "What, this nightclub actually has cats?"

"Get a lighter hand." Caesar glanced at the ground, and the cat lying on the ground struggled to climb and continued to move toward him.

Wait, why this cat gives him a feeling of deja vu.

"This cat... a bit strange."

Asazzo is also a strange color. He has just been an instinctive swing, and he has not kept his hand. The strength is enough for adults to eat.

"Less master, this cat seems to want to find you."

"Looking for my cat girl and bunny is more, you look at it is the male and the mother." Caesar said casually.

"Oh."

Asazzo responded with a sigh of relief. He really caught the cat on the ground and verified the male and female. Finally, he regretted: "It is a public."

Rogan gave Asazzo two insults, and jumped to the wine table, and sent a series of help-seeking words to Caesar, which could be said through the cat's mouth. They were all "unable" that they could not recognize. sound.

"Less Lord, it seems to be hungry." Asazzo did not care about the small claw marks on his hand, opening the way.

"I didn't expect you to know the language." Caesar looked at Asazzo with amazement.

Asazzo was shaking his head. This misunderstanding was big. He explained: "Look at it like this, it can only be hungry."

"Like This."

Caesar looked at Rogan, who was in a hurry, sinking for a moment, raising his hand and calling a waiter, pointing at the Garfield on the table and asking, "What do you have for it to eat here?"

The waiter's face has a hard color. "Sorry, sir. There is no cat food in this store."

Caesar slammed his fingers and said: "Take it a rare steak and a few bottles of Lafite."

"Yes." The waiter sighed that the man was not as good as the cat, and that he respected the retreat and soon presented a hot steak.

"I am not here to eat cat food!"

Unable to convey his future message, Rogan almost mad, but waiting for Caesar to hand the steak to him, driven by hunger, or subconsciously open his mouth and beautiful.

"I said it was hungry, and then give it a thirst."

Asazzo poured a little Lafite on the table, but the cat was not only guilty, but also glanced at him with contempt, and continued to bury his head in the food tray.

The wine waiter sees Caesar and Assasso as a waste of expensive wine and food, and secretly shakes his head. The world of rich people is so boring and boring.

While rooting on the steak, Rogan stretched out the cat's claws and grabbed it on the table. Soon, a neat X was engraved on the wooden table.

Asazzo said: "What do you mean, come again? This cat seems to understand human nature, and the claws are not bad."

Caesar is still drinking from her own hands. Obviously, her attention has not fallen on this side. Instead, she has opened Superman's five-member ban as usual, and collected the nightclubs and even the streets around her.

Rogan was in a hurry, knowing that this was his only chance. After thinking about it, he extended the cat's claws to the rhythm of the desktop.

"Is it a cat that comes to the overnight store?" Assaz’s eyes were straight, but after a while, his face was dignified and he looked at Caesar in a suspicious way. He reminded: "The Lord is not right. ""

"What's wrong?" Go back to the Caesar Road of God.

Asazzo pointed at Garfield on the table with amazed face. "This cat... seems to have a Morse code."

Morse password?

Caesar stunned, and of course he would, the Moss code is a kind of skill that was almost certain for military intelligence agencies by sending long and short taps to convey the encrypted letter.

But what about a cat?

Caesar turned his attention back to Garfield and listened for a moment. As a result, the cat slammed through the rhythm and sent a message in the form of a Morse code.

The message is: "I used to be your partner, coming from the future time and space."

Asazzo also untied this message, and said inconsistency: "This cat said that he is from the future? The Lord, not a mutant, is looking for us to play."

"I just confirmed that within a kilometer, there are no other mutants except you."

Caesar shook her head and looked at Garfield, and the other party continued to give a new password message. This short message finally made him and Asazzo move.

The password is translated:

"X-Men!"

(End of this chapter)