"Come on, give me a kiss, girl..."
"Colonel Hendry, why is he here?"
"The recent US plan to deploy missiles in Turkey may become the fuse for further escalation of the Cold War between the Soviet Union and the United States."
"I lost another million today!"
"Is World War III about to begin again?"
Bars, banquets, and event venues gather all kinds of people, and if all the information and data they share every day could be collected, it would be easy to crush the intelligence departments of major countries.
"Sure enough, no world can avoid the occurrence of war, even if there is no Hydra villain organization here..."
Caesar muttered to himself, in this time and space, there is no peace symbol and Captain America, no superhero as the benchmark of the times. Since the end of World War II, the surface cold war and secret disputes between major powers have been more frequent than in the Marvel world.
However, as a person from another time and space, Caesar had no intention of intervening in the war.
In the Marvel world, the original character is already tired enough as a symbol of peace, and his clone doesn't want to repeat the same mistake.
Chapter 521 Hellfire Club, White Queen and the Girl
Caesar sat on the sofa in the club lobby, savoring the wine while collecting various information.
After a while, he saw Colonel Hendry, holding a girl in each hand, walking towards one of the private rooms with curtains, led by a woman wearing a plush cloak. Although she was wearing revealing clothes in such an entertainment occasion, revealing a lot of her body, she still exuded the aura of a queen.
In the club's lobby, all the security guards subconsciously stepped aside, not daring to block the woman's steps. Regular customers did not approach her to chat with her, and although their eyes were filled with lust and a desire to conquer, they were more filled with fear that was difficult to conceal.
If you have a deep understanding of the Hellfire Club, you will know that the woman in front of you is the legendary boss behind the scenes. The Hellfire Club is loved by the upper class and is popular in both the black and white worlds. It is not an ordinary nightclub.
As the behind-the-scenes boss of the club, the woman is naturally not an ordinary high-class lady.
When she lowered the curtain of the private room, the White Queen's beautiful eyes swept across the bustling hall, and her gaze paused for a moment on Caesar. She frowned slightly, feeling as if she had seen him somewhere before, but she quickly lowered the curtain without leaving a trace.
“It’s getting more and more interesting.”
Caesar lowered his eyes, leaned back comfortably on the sofa, raised his neck, drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, and snapped his fingers to the passing wine waiter, "Another glass of brandy."
"Yes, sir." The waiter took the glass respectfully.
At this moment, a young and sexy girl walked into the club's lobby.
The girl had long dark blond hair that reached her waist, and her appearance was considered top-notch in this place where there were so many beauties. Her good figure and healthy tan made her look very eye-catching. She was also wearing a black sexy bikini, but she was a little embarrassed. She put her hands on her belly nervously, and stepped on the red carpet with bare feet on tiptoe.
Several middle-aged gentlemen who were still in the hall showed a slight change of expression. They rubbed their palms together and quickly surrounded the girl like wolves smelling blood.
In the Hellfire Club, customers have the right to choose the girls, but the girls do not have the right to choose. Whoever makes the reservation first gets the girl.
"that… "
The girl saw several people approaching her and could not help but shrink her body. Just when she was about to find a reason to refuse, someone suddenly came forward and put his arms around her slim waist. With her exclamation, he took her into his arms as if she were his possession.
"Sorry, I have a reservation for this." Caesar said with a smile while holding the girl's arm around the newly replaced wine glass.
The girl was stunned, her mind went blank, and for a moment she even forgot to resist.
The other middle-aged gentlemen who were a step late looked at the young man with the intention of snatching, and their originally gentlemanly and elegant faces immediately froze
Caesar raised the corner of his mouth, hugged the girl and walked towards the sofa, leaving behind the middle-aged gentlemen with gloomy faces.
"Little bastard!"
As a senior Italian diplomat, Griff could not stand such humiliation and was about to step forward to confront Caesar theoretically, but was stopped by two old friends who were traveling with him.
"Forget it, Griff, it's not good to cause trouble here."
"Yeah. Give the Hellfire Club some face. We can slowly settle the score after we get out of this."
Hearing his friend's advice, Griff stared with his eyes wide open, puffing his beard, and looked at Caesar's receding back angrily, "Well, it's good luck for him."
Caesar took the girl to a corner, sat down on the sofa first, then pulled the girl into his arms, and passed the shaking wine glass to her lips, "Come, drink with me."
"Woo." The girl was still in a semi-dazed state. She opened her lips obediently and took a sip of wine. Two blushes appeared on her fair cheeks.
Caesar kept smiling and continued to shake the glass. Looking at the lip marks left on the rim of the glass, he took a sip of the wine himself and commented, "Not bad."
"you you… "
The girl finally realized that she was being teased by a boy five years younger than her. She subconsciously tried to break free from Caesar's arms, but Caesar hugged her tighter and whispered in her ear, "You, are not a girl?"
The girl's heart was filled with turmoil. She stopped resisting and pretended to be confused and whispered, "What are you talking about?"
Caesar smiled, held her slender hand, leaned close to her earlobe and replied, "There is a callus on your right index finger. Although it is not obvious, you can tell it by touching it. It is very inconsistent with the other smooth parts. This is probably because of long-term use of guns."
"I learned self-defense skills, is that not okay?" the girl was still being stubborn.
Caesar blinked and said, "Okay. But for a girl, your body is too clean. If you don't have enough experience, I can teach you in the evening."
"You... little bastard."
Although she was much older, she was teased several times. The girl lost again. The boy in front of her was definitely a seasoned man. Despite this, she did not show any panic. Since the boy knew that she was not a girl and helped her out, it meant that he had no ill intentions.
"My name is Caesar, what's yours, sister?" Caesar hugged the girl and continued to taste the wine.
"Maura. According to your age, you should call me sister."
Maura raised her head in dissatisfaction and glanced at Caesar unhappily, but at such a close distance, she finally saw his appearance clearly, and their noses were almost touching, which made her jump away as if she was electrocuted.
Before she could bounce a few centimeters away, Caesar pulled her into his arms again, "Be careful, the security here is watching."
"Damn it, I'll bear with you!"
Mora gritted her teeth. If the CIA training center knew about this, who knows what a sensation it would cause that this female devil who had defeated countless male agents was now lying in the boy's arms as docilely as a cat.
"Good boy, that's right."
Caesar smiled faintly, "Since we know each other, can you tell me your origins and purpose?"
"Of course not."
Maura refused decisively, and then hesitated, "Unless you help me divert the attention of the security guards in the hall... Forget it, you can't do that."
"It's settled then."
Caesar suddenly let go of Mora and stood up from the sofa, which made Mora feel a little lost for some reason. In a trance, she saw Caesar walking straight towards Griff and the other two who were still in the hall.
"What does he want to do?" Maura was stunned.
Griff and the other two were drinking and chatting, looking for new girls, when Caesar walked up to them. Griff saw that it was Caesar, and before he could react, he was suddenly slapped hard in the face.