Azazo looked up at Caesar, surrendering himself to him in complete awe.
"What, you don't want to fight anymore?" Caesar looked at him in surprise, and urged him, "Go on, you can try your teleportation talent again, at most I won't fight back this time."
Azazo lowered his head and said, "I lose, Master."
"Master? What is this?"
Caesar was a little confused. He was just interested in the talent of instant teleportation and wanted to find a way to return to the original Marvel world, so he kept chasing Azazor for experimental tests.
Asazor said as a matter of course: "You are the strongest person I have ever seen, so you are naturally my master."
"No, I don't need any men. It's too much trouble!"
Caesar refused decisively. After thinking for a while, he suddenly took off at the speed of sound and turned into a meteor and disappeared into the desert night sky.
Looking at the disappearing starlight, Azazor was stunned. He took the initiative to surrender, but was rejected without hesitation
Chapter 526 Magneto
The next day at noon.
University of Oxford, UK.
After the professor's lecture on genetics, Charles, dressed in a suit, and Raven, who had transformed into an ordinary woman, walked out of the school gate side by side.
From the perspective of third-party students, they would be an enviable couple - after all, the man is young and handsome, the woman is tall and beautiful, and they have been living in the same room as childhood sweethearts for more than ten years.
Raven secretly looked at Charles who was walking beside her and sighed in her heart. It was a pity that she was an alternative mutant. If she didn't transform and disguise herself, her ugly appearance would probably make people treat her as a monster.
It is for this reason that Charles, who usually lives a life of debauchery, cannot arouse any sexual interest in her.
"Do you want to go for a drink? There's a drinking contest at the bar today!" Charles said to the absent-minded Riven.
"good."
Raven nodded obediently. No matter where, as long as Charles was there, she would go. Maybe it would be nice to continue like this.
A bar near Oxford University, on the hall.
"Drink! Drink! Drink!"
Dozens of guests gathered together and made a lot of noise. Charles had taken off his coat and was holding a long glass with both hands, gulping down beer. Some of the beer spilled directly on his white shirt. He looked completely different from the professor who stood on the podium during the day.
five minutes later.
"Are you okay? I told you to drink less." Raven supported the slightly drunk Charles and leaned him against the bar table. Charles spread his hands indifferently and muttered, "I can still drink more."
"I'll get you a wet towel to wipe your face." Riven looked at him with heartache, then turned and walked out the door.
Charles was leaning on the bar stool, daydreaming when a beautiful figure walked towards him.
"You are Charles Xavier, the youngest professor of genetics at Oxford University, right?"
"Um?"
Charles looked up in confusion, only to see a sexy woman in decent clothes approaching him and asking questions. It was Mora, who had come all the way from the United States to ask for help.
Seeing him looking over, Mora got straight to the point and asked, "Professor Charles, you've published papers on gene mutations before. I want to know if the kind of humans you're referring to now—the ones that are at the forefront of evolution due to gene mutations—have already appeared in this world?"
Charles frowned. He was indeed a little drunk. His head was a little dizzy due to the alcohol, but the topic of genetic mutation immediately attracted him.
He subconsciously placed his fingers on his temple and stared at Mora. In less than half a second, his mind entered the other party's consciousness and read the reason why Mora had this question.
In the consciousness generated in Mora's brain, first Caesar appeared, and then what happened in the Hell Club, all appeared before his eyes one by one as if he had experienced it personally.
Charles shuddered and completely sobered up from his drunkenness.
similar…
It turns out that they are other mutants, and there are so many gangs and factions!
"Professor? Professor?"
Looking at Charles with a dull look, Moara stretched out his palm and shook it in front of him, and then said helplessly: "It seems that you are drunk, let's talk when you sober up."
"That's not necessary, Agent Mora." Charles smiled calmly, looked at her and said, "Don't you already know the answer before you asked me this question? Don't worry, if the target is those mutants, I will do my best to help you!"
"That's great!"
Maura was surprised and happy, and said with a relieved tone: "I want you to prove the existence of mutants in front of the CIA director."
"No problem." Charles agreed without hesitation. Hiding his mutant talent for a lifetime and pretending to be an ordinary person and getting along with ordinary people was never what he wanted.
Another day later, CIA headquarters.
Although Charles has realized his mistake and he and Raven have revealed their mutant talents, namely the ability to read minds and transform, several CIA officers not only refused to accept this fact, but also gave Agent Mora a severe reprimand.
This was also something Charles could have predicted. Humans are more often afraid of unknown things and would rather avoid them than understand them in depth. It takes a long transition period to accept them.
There was only one exception.
Jena, the chief of military weapons research at the CIA, was a tall, fat man whose suit was bulging. After the meeting, he ran out of the room and expressed his willingness to let Charles and Raven join them to test Shang's strength and power.
In any case, this is a historical milestone and the first time mutants have cooperated with government forces.
After nightfall.
In a slightly remote bar somewhere near the coast of the United States.
Caesar came here randomly, and as an ordinary customer, he continued to taste fine wine and collect information of interest. This kind of wandering in a foreign place and time was not bad.
"Rustle, rustle..."
Caesar keenly heard the noise coming from the rooftop of the bar. He glanced up and saw the red devil crawling on the rooftop, quietly waiting under the moon. He couldn't help but shook his head, "Are you chasing me here again? You are such a troublesome guy. Why do you have to follow me when you can follow anyone else? Let's see how long you can follow me."
"Squeak—"
At this time, the wooden door of the bar opened, and a tall and dusty young man wearing jeans and a leather jacket, a wide-brimmed hat, and a backpack on his shoulders walked into the bar hall.
"Give me a glass of whiskey." The tall young man sat down at the bar next to Caesar and said in a low voice to the bartender.
Caesar looked at him carefully, his eyes becoming brighter and brighter. The aura of the other person was so much like the Lorna he knew!
He is probably the only one who has the same ability as Lorna and gives people the feeling that his ability is definitely at the same level as Charles...
Magneto, Eric Lensherr.
I didn't expect to actually meet him, the first Marvel mutant with the ability to control magnetic fields.