On the roof of the fortress of the US military base.
Under the cover of thick night, the man who was in the same group as the Hellfire Club and was called 'Azazo the Devil' was standing in a blind spot and was not detected by the surrounding surveillance cameras.
Azazo was wearing a black gentleman's suit, and his red skin turned dark red in the dark night. He was like a bat beast, leaning quietly against the window, squatting, and peeking at the military meeting in the control room.
"Colonel Hendry. Once the missiles are deployed in Turkey, we can launch missiles at the Soviet Union at any time that they cannot intercept. This obvious signal will stimulate the Soviet side. Do you still insist on your decision?" The CIA's top official looked at Colonel Hendry and said in a deep voice.
"Yes." Colonel Hendry said calmly, "I still think it is better to deploy missiles in Turkey to take the initiative. This is not just a random thought, but a decision I made after careful consideration."
The CIA's top officer frowned. You know, Colonel Hendry had been strongly opposed to it before, but for some reason he suddenly changed his mind 180 degrees.
He then remembered the intelligence information that Agent Mora had just reported, namely that there was something strange about the Hellfire Club and that there was a possibility that Colonel Hendry had been bribed.
…
After Azazo confirmed that Colonel Hendry was on their side, he took out the satellite communicator from his suit pocket, dialed it, and reported calmly and briefly: "It's done."
Shang's slow and orderly voice came out of the communicator, "Very good, keep an eye on him. When he goes to a deserted place, tell him to meet again the day after tomorrow. He will get what he wants."
"Okay. Tonight I..."
Azazo nodded in reply, but suddenly, his words stopped abruptly, as if he had seen something incredible, and the reddish-brown pupils of a wild beast kept shrinking.
"What's wrong? Azazo, what happened?"
Shang heard something unusual in his voice and asked in surprise.
"That's it for now. I'll report back to you later."
Azazo decisively hung up the communicator and put it back into his pocket, then he looked coldly to the side.
At some point, a blond boy also stood on the roof of the fortress, watching him quietly from a distance of less than five meters.
"Did you finally notice me?" Caesar smiled brightly at him.
Azazo's muscles were tense, and with his beast-like sensitivity, he didn't even notice when the other party approached.
"You, are a mutant too?" Azazor asked tentatively. This was the only explanation. Only mutants could do this.
"Let's not count mutants for now."
Caesar blinked. He was a Kryptonian, so he couldn't be considered a pure human, and certainly not a genetically mutated mutant.
But these are not the point.
Caesar stared at Azazo and asked a bunch of questions with great interest: "The talent you just used... was a teleportation talent, right? Instant teleportation? Or fixed-point teleportation? Are there any restrictions on time and distance?"
"you saw it."
Azazor's face changed drastically. He didn't expect that his biggest secret, a key part of the Hellfire Club's plan, would be seen by a big boy and exposed on the spot.
Complicated thoughts raced through his mind, and Azazo looked at Caesar with gradually cold eyes, arousing murderous intent in his heart.
Caesar shrugged as if he could read my mind. "You want to kill me? I advise you not to do that."
Azazo said nothing. He looked at Caesar five meters away and reached for the dagger hidden at his waist.
At such a close distance, with his teleportation ability, he could get behind the young man in almost an instant and kill him silently.
But just as he put his hand on the dagger and prepared to assassinate.
Facing Caesar's defenseless posture, Azazo felt as if he had fallen into an ice storage. A chill surged from his tailbone to his spine, freezing his body and mind at the same time.
die…
will die!
Azazo's forehead was covered with sweat. He was called the 'devil' and the 'red devil' not only because his skin was red, but more importantly because of his keen senses comparable to those of wild animals, which had saved his life many times.
But just now.
The moment before Azazo was about to attack Caesar, he clearly smelled the breath of death - he would die. If he attacked the young man in front of him, he would definitely die!
Although he hadn't made a move yet, fear had already been engraved into his bones. It was the mutant genes in his body that were frantically ringing alarm bells, telling him to immediately stay away from the boy in front of him.
Azazo's body trembled, and then as the red flame emerged, he disappeared into the void and on the roof of the fortress of the US military base.
"You're smart. It's rare to come across a mutant ability that interests me, so don't let me down." Looking at the red shadow disappearing in front of him, Caesar smiled and then cast his gaze towards the distant mountains and forests on the left side of the base.
The Turkish US military base fortress is located ten kilometers away in an uninhabited mountain forest.
With a whoosh, a ball of red flame glowed from the sky. Azazo came to the forest, propped up a pine tree with his left hand, wiped the sweat from his forehead with his right sleeve, and whispered to himself, "Who is that person?"
"Are you talking about me? My name is Caesar."
Without any warning, a careless voice sounded from behind.
Azazor's hair stood on end. He looked back and saw Caesar standing five meters behind him, looking at him with boredom.
"Are you a human or a ghost?"
Azazo gasped, his back pressed against the pine tree.
"Of course it's a human."
Caesar shook his head, looked at him and analyzed, "In the blink of an eye, he has arrived here ten kilometers away. It seems that he does not need to teleport to a specific location. Is it a higher-level teleportation talent?"
Azazo gritted his teeth, turned into a ball of red flame again, and disappeared into the forest in an instant.
“You are so tenacious!”
Caesar shook his head helplessly and stepped hard. A ball of white air burst out, and with leaves flying all over the sky, it broke the sound barrier and soared into the sky.
This time, instead of flying at an altitude of thousands of meters, Caesar used the clouds as his base, breaking through the atmosphere and arriving in near outer space where he could see the round outline of the earth, bathing in direct sunlight.
Caesar looked down at the blue planet below, closed his eyes, and released the maximum limit of his superhuman hearing. Complex and tedious sounds immediately poured into his ears, and his brain processed them at a speed far exceeding that of a supercomputer.
"Did they escape to America? They really look like rats."
Caesar quickly opened his eyes, locked his direction and looked towards the north, then dived down and became a meteor that streaked across the night sky.
America, Las Vegas.
Almost instantly, he crossed three thousand kilometers, with red flames burning. Azazo appeared from the void and fell headfirst into the desert on the outskirts of the city.
"Huff..."