In the dark room, under the glow of a ball of red flame, a young man with red skin who looked like a devil suddenly appeared from mid-air and stretched out his left hand towards Colonel Hendry.
Colonel Hendry hesitated for a moment, but still held his hand. The red flame was rekindled, and the two of them disappeared into the dark room at the same time.
Just a short while.
The three mutants all showed their unique talents and abilities, a scene not only seen by Mora from the CIA, but also known by Caesar in the club lobby.
"Four mutants."
Caesar muttered to himself, his interest growing.
In the Marvel universe, humans with unique abilities are rare, and they are either villains or superheroes.
In the current X-Men universe, due to the prominent mutant genes, mutants continue to appear in the human population, with a number of tens of thousands. Most of these mutants are hidden among ordinary people, such as Charles and Raven at present.
The X-Men universe is a space-time Earth where truly talented people abound, superheroes are as numerous as dogs, and strong men are everywhere.
Chapter 523 Mysterious Caesar
Maura slipped out of the dark room in shock. What she saw tonight was beyond her imagination. The super powers that were circulated among the people of the world and seemed like magic really existed, and some people began to use mutant powers to intervene in the politics of major powers.
"Colonel Hendry has been controlled by someone else. If he changes his mind, missiles will most likely be deployed on the Turkish front..." As an excellent CIA agent, Mora naturally understood the pros and cons of this. She took a few deep breaths to calm herself down.
Coming out of the private room, Mora subconsciously looked towards the corner of the hall. The young man named Caesar who had been sitting on the sofa just now had long disappeared, and there was no sign of him in the hall where neon lights were swaying.
Mora's beautiful eyes dimmed for a moment, but she quickly regained her spirit and walked towards the door of the Hellfire Club.
A small black bridge car was parked on the road next to the Hellfire Club.
After Mora walked towards the car, the window rolled down and a slightly bald middle-aged man was sitting in the driver's seat.
"So, nothing happened inside, right? I was saying that a club of this level wouldn't be so easy to be caught by someone..."
Before the middle-aged man finished speaking, Mora opened the back door, got in, and interrupted him, saying, "Bob, help me get in touch with the CIA chief!"
Bob opened his eyes wide in surprise and yelled, "Are you crazy? Supreme Commander, we should be discussing matters at the Turkish frontline base now."
"Stop talking nonsense, I have something very important to report!"
Maura's eyes were firm, and her tone was even more resolute. Bob hesitated, but still reached for the communication device hidden in the car, and sighed helplessly: "Forget it, forget it, let's wait and write the report together."
After establishing communication with the highest-ranking CIA officer, Mora briefly reported on what he had witnessed in the Hellfire Club, including the strange abilities displayed by the mutants and the threat posed to Colonel Hendry.
Finally, she concluded anxiously: "There must be something wrong with the Hellfire Club, or it may directly affect the deployment of Turkish missiles!"
"What are you talking about, Agent Maura?"
Inside the control room of the U.S. military base on the Turkish front, the CIA's top officer was sitting in a chair, looking at Colonel Hendry who was talking beside him, and lowered his voice into the phone and said, "Colonel Hendry is sitting not far from me now! Did you see him in the Hellfire Club? Unless he traveled nearly 3,000 kilometers in ten minutes!"
Maura frowned slightly, and the devil-looking man appeared in her mind.
"Don't waste my time." The chief officer said this impatiently and hung up the satellite phone.
Hearing the busy tone on the other end of the phone, Maura could only put down the receiver, raise her neck and lean back in the soft back seat.
As a veteran of the CIA, Bob had anticipated this and said, "I told you that without solid evidence, intelligence is sometimes useless, especially when it comes to mutants and other supernatural phenomena."
"I'm not easily discouraged."
Mora said stubbornly, and suddenly remembered something, tilted his head and asked: "Bob, do you know a boy named Caesar? He helped me out when I was in the club just now. Could he be someone you secretly sent?"
"How is that possible? There are only two of us here tonight." Bob shook his head decisively. He was stunned for a moment and looked at Mora in doubt. "You said his name is... Caesar?"
"Yes, he looks very young, about seventeen or eighteen years old. Blond hair and blue eyes, outstanding temperament, about five feet tall, and a solid and muscular body." When Maura said this, she thought of the close contact just now, and her cheeks flushed unnaturally. Fortunately, the lights in the car were dim and Bob didn't notice this.
Bob's face turned serious, and he said solemnly: "From what you said, it should be him."
"You know him?" Maura asked in surprise.
"Of course I don't know him, I've only heard of him."
Bob was silent for a moment, then organized his words a little, and said, "Caesar. The last and youngest duke of England. His birthdate and parents are unknown. In the CIA's files, he is even ranked in the top three in terms of the lack of intelligence information."
"Duke? That little man is the Duke?"
Mora covered her mouth with her hands. Although she had already known that Caesar was an extraordinary person, she was still frightened when she knew his true identity.
"Yes. As for the origin of his dukedom, it is also a mystery."
Bob smiled bitterly. "According to the records in the archives, Caesar was killed more than a decade ago. World War II had not yet ended and the flames of war were still raging in some areas. He saved an important member of the British royal family and was knighted."
He paused and continued, "But think about it, more than a decade ago. How old was Caesar? How could he save the royal family of a great country?"
"Then it can only be false? The title was only given for other reasons." Mora pondered.
"You are not the only one who thinks so. Many people also think so. There are also rumors that Caesar is the illegitimate son of the Queen of England at that time."
Bob spread his hands and said, "But no matter what, he was still made a duke. Just imagine, what would happen if a child of a few years old carried power and wealth beyond that of an entire family?"
This is self-evident. After being knighted, not only some outsiders were jealous of Caesar, but even members of the royal family would take action against Caesar in various ways...
"But why now..."
Maura opened her eyes wide. Under such circumstances, Caesar was still growing up healthily.
Bob smiled bitterly and said, "So, it's all a mystery. I only know that those who attacked Caesar, openly or secretly, all died mysteriously afterwards, without exception. To this day, he is still active in the upper-class social banquets of major countries. He won't even give face to the boss of a major country, and no one dares to compete with him."
"He looks like a playboy, but he actually relies on himself... What kind of person is he?"
A strange light flashed in Mordo's beautiful eyes.
Bob solemnly warned, "I advise you not to be curious about him. Although we at the CIA collect intelligence, some people and some things are beyond our reach. If you get caught up in it, I guess we won't be able to pull you out."
"I know."
Although Mordo said this, he secretly planted a seed in his heart.
"The commander doesn't believe it. So what do you want to do next?" Bob asked.
Mordo said: "I want to find a doctor who studies mutant genes. Maybe he has a solution!"
At this moment, the Hellfire Club is about 3,000 kilometers away from the US military base.
The US generals in the control room were arguing because Colonel Hendry changed his mind and agreed to deploy missiles in Turkey.
No one noticed that right above the U.S. military base building, at an altitude of about one thousand meters.
Caesar, dressed in a suit, was floating in the air against the strong wind, ignoring gravity. He looked down at the base fortress dotted with lights. His deep blue eyes seemed to penetrate the steel plate and he could see all the scenes and things inside the control room.