"So fast!" Eric was shocked and pulled his right hand back. The steel pipe that bound Azazo's hands was automatically released and flew towards the raider.
'laugh!'
The wrists of the bone claws were tied up with steel pipes. The tips of the claws, which were sharp enough to pierce the human body, stopped about half a centimeter in front of Eric.
Eric looked forward calmly and saw that the person coming was a strong and sturdy middle-aged man with a cigar in his mouth, a white vest on the upper body and jeans on the lower body. He had white bone claws on his left and right hands like a beast.
It's Logan!
With only the steel pipe restraint on his neck left, Azazo was trying to get out of the predicament, but Charles hurriedly interfered with his mind, making it difficult for him to concentrate.
For a moment, the four of them were stuck in a stalemate.
"Squeak—"
At this time, the door of the bar was opened again. The four people in the hall were shocked and looked towards the door, only to see Caesar in casual clothes walking in leisurely.
Caesar looked at the four acquaintances who were in a stalemate, and was also confused. He asked blankly: "What... are you doing?"
Chapter 532: Home is Gone
On a New York street, inside a bar with a 'Closed' sign on the door.
The bar owner still looked frightened. He cleaned up the broken glass on the floor and looked up at the table in the middle of the hall.
Five people dressed differently sat in a circle on the wooden square table filled with drinks. The atmosphere was quiet and weird.
Caesar sat in the middle of the main seat, with Charles and Eric on his left and Azazo and Logan on his right.
"So, it was just a misunderstanding just now?" Logan was smoking a cigar, puffing smoke, and seemed absent-minded, but his eyes never left Charles and Eric.
The beast instinct acquired from years of fighting and wandering, as well as the brief contact just now, told him that the two people in front of him were not simple, at least their mutant abilities were extremely difficult and first-class.
"He almost killed me." Staring at Eric, Azazor gritted his teeth and touched his neck with his left hand. There were obvious marks left by the steel pipe on his neck.
"If you still want to fight, I'll fight you to the end." Eric crossed his arms across his chest and said in a cold voice without showing any weakness.
No matter what, the other party had worked for Shang before, and he even felt a little regretful that he didn't take decisive action to kill him just now.
"You!" A cold light flashed in Azazor's eyes. If Caesar had not been present, he would have fought back long ago. There was no way he would have sat on the chair and negotiated obediently.
The bar was filled with the smell of tension and gunpowder, and just lighting the fuse would be enough to detonate the area.
"Calm down first."
Charles clapped his hands helplessly, used his mind power to fill the wine glasses on the table with wine, and moved the glasses in front of everyone.
It's just that Azazo, Eric, and Logan all have bad tempers. None of them will submit to anyone else, and they didn't give Charles much face. They continued to act as they pleased, remaining vigilant and hostile.
With the situation out of control, Caesar finally said, "Okay, be quiet."
It was a very ordinary sentence, without any superpowers or pressure, but it made Azazo and the other two quiet down.
Charles breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this, and looked at Caesar gratefully. Then he organized his words and asked, "Why are you three together?"
After all, no matter how you look at it, Caesar, Azazo, and Logan are a very strange combination.
Azazo turned his head away and said first: "It's simple. I have left the Hellfire Club and chose to follow Master Caesar."
"ha?"
Charles and Eric looked at each other. The enemy camp was split, which was the best news for them.
"It is true. He is as clingy as a dog."
Caesar shrugged, pointed at Logan, and introduced him, "This is Logan, a drinking buddy I just met these days."
Logan was smoking alone. He didn't make friends easily, but Caesar was naturally an exception.
For some reason, there was an inexplicable sense of familiarity with the other person. Perhaps as fellow ronin, there was an unspeakable tacit understanding between them.
"Since everyone is Caesar's friend, then this was just a misunderstanding, but..." Charles changed the subject and looked at Azazo, "But he used to work for Shang. Caesar, we hope he can provide intelligence information about Shang and the Hellfire Club."
Azazo looked at Caesar, and after Caesar nodded in agreement, he said in a deep voice: "Shang, how should I put it... He does things very carefully, and he didn't reveal everything to me. During World War II, he was an officer in a Nazi concentration camp who specialized in training mutants and putting them into the ranks of the war machine."
Azazo looked at the number on Eric's left arm. "The number on your hand... You were also part of the concentration camp."
Eric had a gloomy face. His mother was shot to death, his companions were buried alive, and the unbearable memories of his childhood emerged in his mind.
Logan tilted his neck and exhaled a puff of smoke. Not to mention World War II, even in World War I, he had been a war machine and thrown into the battles and killings between major powers. Now he is physically and mentally exhausted and hates war, so he wanders around like a zombie.
Azazo continued: "After the end of World War II, Germany was defeated and surrendered, and the concentration camps were naturally disbanded. Shang then formed the Hellfire Club and secretly cultivated mutant forces, hoping to start the Third World War again."
Charles nodded thoughtfully: "So you intervened in the high-level decision-making of the US military, wanting the United States to provoke the Soviet Union and push the originally stalemate Cold War forward. But why would he do this? What good would a world war do to him?"
Azazor spread his hands and explained, "Shang. He believes that mutants are superior to humans and that this is a natural evolutionary trend. So he wants the big countries to kill each other so that he can take advantage of the situation and lead the mutants to rule the world."
Caesar, who was listening in, was speechless. As expected, no matter which time and space, there are always one or two villains who want to rule the world.
The only difference is that the one over there is Red Skull from Hydra organization, and the one over here is Shang from Hellfire Club.
"That's enough, none of this matters!"
Eric slammed the table and said coldly, "Tell me, Shang and his men escaped in a submarine, where are they hiding now?"
"Submarine..."
Azazo muttered to himself, thinking, "I remember Shang seemed to have said... Oh, the North Pole. If it's a submarine, they will go directly to the North Pole."
Charles' eyes lit up and he said, "The North Pole? Very likely! There is no human habitation there, and it has not been infiltrated by military forces."
Eric stood up from his chair and walked straight to the door.
"Eric! What are you going to do?" Charles asked loudly.
Eric said as a matter of course: "Of course we go to the North Pole and kill him."
"Come on."
Before Charles could speak this time, Azazo shook his head and said, "Shang is more powerful than you think. He is definitely one of the best mutants. Not to mention the White Queen and Torrent, they are both good fighters. Not to mention you alone, even if you add a dozen mutants, you may not be able to win."
Mutants who have not received combat training are not much better than ordinary people. Once they encounter mutants with abilities developed specifically for combat, ten of them may not be able to defeat one.
"unless… "
Azazo glanced at Caesar secretly and said nothing more. If the young master took action, all problems would probably be solved.
"Eric, I understand how you feel, but being anxious is not the solution."