Next to the bar, on the rooftop of a 30-meter-high building.
"I didn't expect to meet them again. It's been eighteen years since I came to this world..."
Facing the gentle night breeze, Caesar was standing on the wall, looking down at the modern streets, feeling a mixture of emotions.
That's right.
When Caesar traveled through the quantum realm and wanted to return to his original time and space to reunite with his original body Kyle, due to an accident, he arrived in a completely new time and space world, where he has spent eighteen years.
Superman's body has been constantly repaired and improved, but he has not found a way to return, just like a wanderer wandering in this world.
This is the X-Men time and space. There is no Captain America, no Stark Industries, no SHIELD, no Avengers, and no Hydra. It is a brand new world where mutants and ordinary people coexist.
"Next place, I hope I can find a way to return soon."
Caesar glanced at the end of the night sky on his left, suddenly ignoring gravity and flying into the air. Amid the layers of sonic booms in the air, he shot into the vast night sky like a missile.
Chapter 520 The Last Duke, Intelligence
Caesar set out from Oxford, England, and maintained a climbing altitude of 1,000 meters, flying at high speed all the way out into the Atlantic Ocean.
Fly out of the land and into the sea.
The flying speed far exceeds that of modern aircraft, making Caesar seem to be moving against the time difference. The thick night sky gradually dissipates, and the stars, the moon and the sun are obviously reversed.
Sometimes he flew through the clouds, leaving an extended trail of white waves in the sky; sometimes he fell like a meteorite, passing low over the sea, raising a straight line of waves behind him, scaring countless seagulls and schools of fish.
Less than half a minute.
The outline of a new continent appeared before Caesar's eyes. It was America across the Atlantic Ocean, where the United States was located.
There is a full five time zone differences between the UK and the US, so it is already late at night in the UK, while night has just fallen in the US, with bright and swaying city lights dotting the earth.
After crossing the inland desert, Caesar arrived in Las Vegas where he was going to have a date tonight.
Similar to the world of Marvel, Las Vegas is also the largest city in the United States and a city with a very high international reputation. It is world-famous for tourism, shopping, and vacations centered on the gambling industry.
More than a decade after the end of World War II, the world's overall economy has fully recovered and cities have become much more prosperous and lively.
"There's still plenty of time..." Caesar looked at the sky, landed on the rooftop of a building in the city block, and slightly tidied up his hair that was messed up by the strong wind.
Crossing the Atlantic Ocean in one minute, traveling 6,000 kilometers, to attend another party. No one would believe it if I told them.
After thinking it over, Caesar decided to go into a local high-end clothing store, try on and buy a banquet suit.
It has to be said that clothes make the man, and this saying applies in any occasion.
After Caesar changed from casual clothes to a well-tailored suit, his already outstanding temperament became even harder to conceal, attracting the attention of the female clerks and customers in the store. After taking the small note with the phone number from the female clerk, he headed to a high-end banquet venue located in a bustling district of the city.
Hellfire Club.
The power of the boss behind the scenes is unknown. They only receive upper-class people from outside. There are many security personnel inside, and the guests who are qualified to come here are either rich or noble.
The gate of the Hellfire Club was magnificent and grand. As Caesar approached, two security guards in black suits and sunglasses subconsciously reached out to stop him. "Please show me your identity or the club invitation letter."
"Invitation letter, I remember it was in..." Caesar muttered, reached into the lining of his suit, took out a golden invitation letter, and handed it to one of the security guards.
The security guard took the invitation letter, opened it and read it. His originally serious face suddenly became extremely surprised.
Another security guard leaned over and was stunned when he saw the identity note on the invitation letter. He rubbed his eyes as if he had seen it wrong.
"What's the matter? Is there a problem?" Caesar looked up at them calmly.
"No, absolutely no problem!" The security guard came back to his senses, folded the invitation in his hand, handed it back to Caesar respectfully, and greeted him respectfully: "Your Excellency the Duke from England, welcome to the banquet, please come in!"
"Britain, Duke... of?!"
The other gorgeously dressed ladies and gentlemen at the door suddenly changed their expressions when they heard this title.
What is the concept of a duke
In the European aristocracy, it can be said that the status is second only to the king, and it is considered the prince of the Eastern country! Especially since World War II, Britain has stopped conferring titles, and the titles can only be passed down from generation to generation. As time goes by, there will be fewer and fewer titles until they disappear completely.
The real dukes and nobles completely look down upon the wealthy and famous people who are doing well in the new century. After all, the land and back garden they rule over alone are as big as a city. They are truly rich enough to rival a country!
It was rare for the Duke to appear in such a place, not to mention that the Duke in front of him was so young!
"Thank you." Caesar nodded, picked up the invitation, and walked into the club smoothly.
Coming to this time and space, since I can't go back for the time being, I have to find something to do. The most important thing is to have a brand new identity.
More than a decade ago, before the end of World War II, Caesar rescued the powerful British royal family in the midst of war. With some reasons, he cleverly obtained the title of Duke. It just so happened that the UK stopped granting titles that year, so he was the last and youngest Duke in the UK.
As a British Duke, Caesar no longer needed to disguise his identity and could attend high-class banquets and events in any country.
For this purpose, there is only one—
Collect enough intelligence information about the world you are in and find a reliable way to return to your original time and space.
Inside the Hellfire Club.
The interior decoration is even more luxurious and upscale than the exterior. The neon lights on the ceiling are swaying and music is flowing in every corner.
Security guards standing against the walls of the hall can be seen everywhere. Beautiful and sexy girls are mostly wearing bikinis, exposing large areas of skin, and are escorting guests, some bald and some with big bellies, to the private rooms.
When Caesar walked into the club hall, almost all the girls who didn't have a reservation cast their eyes at him, their eyes as green as if they were hunters who had found their prey.
"He's mine." "Don't fight with me."
The three girls, who thought they had pretty faces and slim figures, tiptoed and walked towards Caesar from different directions.
"This gentleman..."
One of the girls quickened her pace and was about to strike up a conversation, but Caesar shook his index finger to stop them from approaching.
Caesar reached out his hand to the left, took a glass of wine from the plate of the passing wine waiter, and sat down on the open sofa chair in the corner of the hall. He had no intention of paying attention to or making an appointment with the girl.
This made many girls leave with regretful expressions.
“The quality is OK.”
Caesar commented quietly, taking a sip of the wine, not sure if he was talking about the wine or the girl.
It's not that he is not interested in women, but with his superhuman sense of smell, he can tell how "clean" a girl is with just one sniff.
What's more, he often went to such occasions and had no shortage of romantic encounters, but he lacked useful information.
Caesar shook the sweet wine in the glass and gently closed his eyes. After releasing the restrictions on his ears, hundreds or even a thousand kinds of sounds poured into his ear holes without omission, and with his superhuman brain, he deduced and selected useful intelligence information.