I Am In Marvel Chapter 528: The real Wolverine

A moon peeked out from the dark clouds, and the bright moonlight fell on the open space of the base.

Charles bent over slightly, holding his hand on the corridor railing, looking sideways at Maura next to him, "Why do you suddenly want to know about Caesar."

Maura turned her face away, not wanting to answer this, but she was afraid that Charles could read his mind directly, so she could only prevaricate: "According to your opinion, isn't he also a mutant, and he still has the distinguished status of a British Duke. If If he can join us, we might be able to increase our chances of winning against those in the Hellfire Club."

"Him?" The corners of Charles' mouth twitched.

"Is his mutant ability not suitable for fighting?" Mora looked at him in surprise.

"No." Charles shook his head, "It's not so much that his abilities are not suitable for fighting, but rather that I don't know what his specific mutant abilities are."

"How is this possible?" Maura was really surprised this time.

"This is a fact. Although we have lived together under the same roof for several years, the only person I cannot see through is probably Caesar."

When Charles said this, he helplessly spread his hands and said: "From childhood to adulthood, my ability has never been able to enter Caesar's consciousness. Even when he is sleeping and most defenseless. If we talk about the consciousness of ordinary people, it is In an ordinary house, as long as you find the door, you can enter. Then his consciousness is like a super safe with layers of encryption."

"What kind of person is he?" Maura opened her mouth slightly and asked the question for the second time.

"How to say."

Charles scratched his head and pointed to the sky outside, "He comes from the sky."

"Heaven?"

"Yes. I was less than ten years old at the time, and on the night I met Raven, Caesar fell from the sky like a meteorite and made a hole in my yard. Despite this, he remained unscathed. Homeless He was able to return home, so he naturally stayed in my house temporarily."

"You are also a complete weirdo."

Hearing Charles's answer, Maura no longer knew what to say. She continued to let people of unknown identity and origin live in her home. Is this what ordinary people would do?

Moura grasped the key point and said: "Wait a minute. So, Caesar was only about three or four years old at that time?"

"Yes. He is much younger than us. Originally, Ruiwen and I treated him as a younger brother. But it wasn't until we got to know him better..."

Charles's eyes were complicated and he said: "Caesar was already mature beyond expectation at that time, and...due to my mutant ability of thoughts, my brain development is much higher than that of ordinary people. I have a photographic memory when I study, and I can't forget anything. I can get started, and I am undoubtedly a super genius. But after I get home, I still have to ask Caesar for questions I don’t understand. I am a special being who is both my teacher and my friend."

Moura took over the words thoughtfully, "Caesar, is he also a genius?"

"Genius?" Charles couldn't help but laugh, "I've never seen him learn before. He seemed to be born knowing everything. He was the kind of celestial being born in the East. In front of him, all those who claim to be geniuses They will all be ashamed of themselves."

Maura was increasingly shocked by Charles's high evaluation. In her perception as a CIA agent, Charles was already among the top geniuses. She did not expect that Caesar's genius level was still above this.

"Okay. Go to bed early. Tomorrow we will still be looking for the whereabouts of the Hellfire Club gang."

Charles yawned, walked to his room, and raised his hand in farewell to Maura.

Maura was still standing there, not knowing what she was thinking.

"That's right." Charles stopped and said solemnly without looking back: "Instead of thinking about bringing Caesar in, it's better to look for other mutants. If Caesar wanted to take action, I'm afraid the world situation would have followed him. Develop in the direction of imagination."

After saying this incomprehensible sentence, Charles continued to walk, and his figure disappeared around the corner of the corridor, leaving Maura standing quietly in the corridor in a daze.

None of them noticed that at the corner of the corridor on the other side, Eric's back was pressed against the wall, silently listening to the conversation between the two.

"Caesar..." Eric said to himself, clenching his fists quietly.

America, New York, a late night bar in a city somewhere.

Looking up at the lively and bustling place in front of him, Asazuo turned to look at Caesar beside him and asked in surprise: "Young Master, why do we come to a place like this?"

"Inquire about information." Caesar said matter-of-factly.

Asazuo was stunned again and said: "Want to find information? Young Master, I can help you sneak into the intelligence databases of various countries to check."

"Dahong, what do you know?" Caesar said angrily: "It's so boring, unlike here where we have fine wine to drink and beauties to chat with. And the information I want is not available in the intelligence databases of major countries. I want to ask Why—I watched them all years ago."

Asazuo nodded, "I have learned the lesson."

"Let's go." Caesar walked in front and entered the bar with Asazzo, who was wearing a hat.

Caesar is already a regular visitor to most bars and nightclubs in the world. As soon as they enter, a bunny girl will lead them to an empty seat. Just when passing by the entertainment hall where people were dancing, Caesar suddenly saw a familiar figure, which made him stop suddenly.

"What's wrong, young master?" Seeing his abnormality, Asazuo also cast his gaze over there.

It can be seen that it is a man in his thirties, with black hair like a polar wolf's erect ears, a sharp face with a beard, wearing a worn leather wallet, sitting alone on a table Sipping wine on the chair.

"Same kind." Asazuo narrowed his eyes, and with the acuity of a beast, he could tell at a glance that the man was a mutant, and a very dangerous and powerful mutant.

"What kind of thing?" the bunny girl waiting at the side asked curiously.

"It's none of your business. Please step aside and bring me three glasses of brandy." Caesar casually took out a few hundred-dollar bills and dismissed the bunny girl. The bunny girl didn't mind either, she took the hundred dollar bill, swung her round hips, nodded with a smile on her face and left. ~IndoMTL.com~ Go. "Caesar waved his hand and led Asazuo towards the man.

"Young Master, this is the position."

"Are you interested in having a drink, uncle."

Asazzo and Caesar, one on the left and one on the right, sang in harmony and came to the seats on both sides of the man, surrounding him in the middle.

"Get out of here!" The man was drinking, and after putting down the glass, he immediately made a fuss, showing his violent temper.

Asazuo's face changed slightly, he didn't expect the other party to be so disrespectful.

"Friend, don't be so angry."

Caesar didn't mind, with a smile on his face. He looked at the familiar man in front of him with great emotion in his heart.

I didn’t expect to meet him in another time and space.

Wolverine, Logan.

The real lone wolf in the X-Men space and time, his family was brutally murdered, he turned against his brothers, and Wolverine is still wandering today.

"Get out of here, you little brat, when did I become your friend?" Logan took out a cigar and lit it, cursing.

This overwhelming sense of intimacy made Caesar couldn't help but smile, "It's impossible to say. Maybe in another time and space, we may not only be friends, but also become family members."