Chapter 525 Wan Wang

At noon the next day.

United Kingdom, Oxford University.

After the lecture on the professor of genetics, Charles, wearing a suit uniform, and Ruiwen, who was transformed into an ordinary woman, walked side by side from the school gate.

In the eyes of third-party students, they will be an enviable couple. After all, the young and handsome men are tall and beautiful, and they have lived together for more than ten years.

Rui Wen sneaked into the Charles next to her, and she sighed in her heart. Unfortunately, she was an alternative mutant. If she did not make a disguise, the ugly appearance would be treated as a monster.

It is also for this reason that Charles, who usually spends a lot of time, can't just start her **** with men and women.

“Would you like to go drinking? Today, there is a wine bar in the bar!” Charles was facing the absent-minded Ruiwen Road.

"it is good."

Ruiwen nodded cleverly, no matter where, as long as there is Charles she will go, it may be quite good to continue this way.

The bar near Oxford University, on the lobby.

"Drink! Drink! Drink!"

Dozens of guests gathered in a hustle and bustle, Charles had taken off his coat, holding long glass of wine in his hands, pouring beer, and a little beer was directly scattered on the white shirt, standing on the three-foot platform during the day. The professor is simply a judge.

five minutes later.

"It's okay, let you drink less." Ruiwen helped Charles, who was drunk, leaning against the bar tables and chairs. Charles didn't care about the spreader and muttered, "I can drink again."

"I will take you a wet towel and wipe your face." Rui Wen looked at him with a heartache and turned and walked outside the door.

Charles leaned against the bar chair and was in a hurry. A shadow walked closer to him.

"You are the youngest professor of genetics at Oxford, Charles Xavier?"

"Ok?"

Charles looked up in confusion and saw that he came to the front and asked him. It was a **** woman dressed in a proper manner. It was Mora who had been rushing from the United States to ask for help.

When Mora saw him, he went straight to the question and asked: "Professor Charles. You have published a paper on genetic variants before, I want to know, the class you are referring to now - walking at the forefront of evolution due to genetic mutations. Has humanity already appeared in this world?"

Charles frowned. He was really a little drunk. Under the alcohol paralysis, his head was slightly dizzy, but the topic of genetic modification immediately attracted him.

His fingers were subconsciously placed on the temple, staring at Mora, less than half a second, his mind entered the other's consciousness, and read the reason why Mora would have this question.

In the consciousness that Mora's brain produced, Caesar appeared first, and what happened in the Hell Club, as if it were personal experience, it came to his eyes.

Charles was so excited that he was completely awake from drunkenness.

similar....

Actually it is other variants, and there are so many gangs!

"Professor? Professor?"

Looking at Charles, who was dull, Mo stretched out his palm and shook in front of his eyes, then he said helplessly: "It seems that you are drunk, wait until you wake up and talk."

"No need, Agent Mora." Charles smiled and looked at her. "Did you already know the answer before asking me this question? Don't worry, if the target is those mutants, I will help you." !"

"That's great!"

Mora was both surprised and happy, and Panasonic sighed: "I want you to prove the existence of a mutant in front of the director of the middle school."

"No problem." Charles did not hesitate to agree to hide his own talent for a lifetime, pretending that ordinary people and ordinary people get along, has not been what he wants.

After another day, the CIA headquarters.

Although Charles has already made enlightenment, and with Ruiwen proactively exposed their respective talents, that is, reading and deforming ability, but several Chinese directors not only do not accept this fact, but also reprimanded Mora.

This is what Charles can expect. Human beings are often more afraid of unknown things. They prefer to avoid and don't want to know more. They need a long transition period to accept.

There is only one sergeant.

Jena, the head of the CIA’s military weapons research, is a tall, fat man who will hold up his suit. After the meeting, he chased the room and expressed his willingness to let Charles and Ruiwen join in and explore the strength and power of Shang.

In any case, this is a milestone in history and the first cooperation between the mutant and the government.

After the night.

Near the coast of the United States, somewhere in a slightly remote bar.

Caesar randomly came here to come here as an ordinary customer, continue to taste the wine and collect the information of interest. This kind of day and night is not bad.

‘Shashasha...’

Keen to hear the sound from the top of the bar, Caesar glanced over the top of the head. When he saw the red devil on the roof and looked at the moon, he couldn’t help but shook his head. "Is it coming back here? It’s really a troublesome guy. If you want to follow me, see who you can follow."

‘Oh –’

At this time, the wooden door of the bar was opened, a pair of jeans and a holster, a wide-brimmed hat, and a shoulder bag, and the tall young man walked the bar hall.

"Come on a glass of whiskey." The tall young man sat down at the bar next to Caesar and walked down towards the bartender.

Caesar looked at him in detail and his eyes were brighter and brighter. The breath on the other side is too much like Lona he knows!

With the ability to resemble Lorna, and give people the feeling, the strength of the ability is absolutely no less than the Charles level, probably only him...

Wan Wang, Eric Lanchel.

I did not expect to encounter him, the first person of the Marvel variant with the ability to control the magnetic field.

When Caesar was watching Eric, Eric also looked at him in reverse. The sharp brow was slightly provoked. From Caesar's body, he felt an unknown atmosphere.

"What are you looking at?" After taking the bartender's whiskey, Eric was cold.

Caesar smiled and said: "This buddy. You have a strong **** smell on your body, and at this moment, you still have a revenge that is hard to hide."

Eric's pupil narrowed slightly, but his face remained calm. He looked up and drank the whiskey in the cup. The cup slammed on the table and whispered: "What about that? If I want to kill, Do you want to stop me or do you want to call the police?"

"I don't want to do that, it's too much trouble." Caesar shrugged.

"Then I am killing you now, you have no opinion." Eric narrowed his eyes in danger. He was like a beast that was mad and wounded, and he was somewhat hostile to everyone, not to mention the boy who intended his intention.

Only Caesar noticed that a few rusty screws were quietly loose on the wooden wall not far from Eric, and there seemed to be an inexplicable force to manipulate them.

Caesar did not care: "I have no opinion. But the premise is that you can kill me."

"This is what you said."

In Eric’s eyes, there was a smothering of the screws. The screws had been detached from the wooden wall, ignoring the gravity suspended in midair, and the tips of the screws were aligned with Caesar.

(End of this chapter)