The next day at noon.

University of Oxford, UK.

After the professor's speech on genetics, Charles, wearing a suit and uniform, walked out of the school gate side by side with Riven, who had transformed into an ordinary woman.

In the eyes of third-party students, they would be an enviable couple - after all, the young and handsome man is tall and beautiful, and he has lived in the same room for more than a dozen years.

Riven looked at Charles, who was walking next to her, and sighed in her heart. Unfortunately, she is an alternative mutant. If she did not deform and disguise, her ugly appearance would probably be treated as a monster.

It is precisely this reason that Charles, who usually spends money on life, can't have sexual interest between men and women.

"Do you want to go and have a drink? There is a bar today!" Charles said to the absent-minded Raven.

"good."

Riven nodded obediently. No matter where she was, she would go as long as there was Charles. It might be nice to keep going like this.

Bar near Oxford University, in the lobby.

"Drink! Drink! Drink!"

Dozens of guests gathered in a lively cheer. Charles had taken off his coat, held a long glass of wine in his hands, and gusted beer. Some beer was sprinkled directly on his white shirt, completely different from the professor who stood on the three-foot podium during the day.

Five minutes later.

"It's okay, let you drink less." Riven held Charles, who was slightly drunk, leaned against the bar table and chair. Charles spread his hands indifferently and muttered: "I can drink more."

"I'll take you a wet towel and wipe your face." Ruiwen looked at him with heartache and turned around and walked out the door.

Charles leaned against the bar chair, and in a daze, a beautiful figure walked towards him.

"You are the youngest genetic professor at Oxford University, Charles Xavier?"

"Um?"

Charles raised his head in confusion and saw that the person who came to the front to ask questions was a sexy woman dressed in a well-dressed manner, Mora who had traveled from the United States to ask for help.

When Mora saw him looking over, he asked straight to the point: "Professor Charles. You have published papers on genetic variants before. I wonder if the type of human beings you are referring to now, who are at the forefront of evolution due to genetic mutations, have appeared in this world?"

Charles frowned. He was indeed a little drunk. Under alcohol paralysis, his head was slightly drowsy, but the topic of genetic variants immediately attracted him.

He subconsciously placed his finger on his temple and stared at Mora. In less than half a second, his thoughts entered the other party's consciousness and read the reason why Mora would have this question.

In the consciousness produced by Mora's brain, Caesar first appeared, and what happened in the Hell Club, as if he had experienced it himself, appeared before him.

Charles shuddered, completely awake from his drunkenness.

similar……

They are actually other mutants, and they have formed so many cliques!

"Professor?Professor?"

Looking at Charles with a dull look, Morra stretched out his palm, shook it in front of his eyes, and then said helplessly: "It seems that you are drunk, I will chat when you wake up."

"There is no need, Agent Mora." Charles smiled indifferently and looked at her and said, "Don't you already know the answer before you ask me this question? Don't worry, if the target is those mutants, I will do my best to help you!"

"That's great!"

Mora was both surprised and happy, and Panasonic breathed a sigh of relief: "I want you to prove that there is a mutant in front of the CIA Chief."

"No problem." Charles agreed without hesitation, hiding his mutant talent for life, pretending to be an ordinary person and getting along with ordinary people was not what he wanted.

Another day later, the CIA headquarters.

Although Charles had already made aware and actively exposed their respective mutant talents, namely mind reading and deformation ability, several CIA chiefs not only did not accept this fact, but also scolded Agent Mora well.

This is what Charles could have predicted. Humans are often more afraid of unknown things. They would rather avoid them than understand them in depth. They need a long transition period to accept them.

There is only one superior.

Gene, the general manager of the CIA's military weapon research, was a tall fat man who was holding a suit. After the meeting, he chased out of the room and expressed his willingness to let Charles and Riven join in to test Shang's strength and power together.

In any case, this is a historical milestone and the first cooperation between mutants and government forces.

After nightfall.

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

Caesar randomly chose to come here, and as an ordinary customer, he continued to taste fine wine and collect information of interest. This kind of life of wandering in different places is not bad.

‘Shisha…’

Hearing the sound from the top of the bar building, Caesar glanced above his head. When he saw the red devil crawling on the roof of the building and quietly waiting under the moon, he couldn't help but shake his head, "Have you chased me again? What a troublesome guy. Who wouldn't want to follow me, see when you can follow me."

‘Squeak--’

At this time, the wooden door of the bar opened, and a tall young man wearing jeans and leather hood, a wide-brimmed hat, and carrying a hanging bag on his shoulder. The dusty young man walked away from the bar hall.

"Give me a glass of whiskey." The tall young man sat down at the bartender next to Caesar and said in a low voice toward the bartender.

Caesar looked at him sideways, but his eyes became brighter and brighter. The aura on the other party was so much like the Lorna he knew!

He has the same ability aura as Lorna and gives people the feeling that his ability strength is definitely no less than Charles' level, so he is probably the only one...

Magneto, Eric Lancheer.

I didn't expect to meet him, the first Marvel mutant man with the ability to control magnetic fields.

When Caesar looked at Eric, Eric also observed him in reverse, his sharp brows raised slightly, and from Caesar, he felt an unknown aura.

"What are you looking at?" Eric said coldly after taking the bartender's whiskey.

Caesar smiled and said, "Brother, there is a strong smell of blood on you, and at this moment, there is still an unconcealed breath of revenge."

Eric's pupils slightly contracted, but his face remained calm. He raised his head and drank the whiskey in the cup in one sip. The cup dropped onto the table with a snap, and whispered: "So what? If I want to kill someone, do you want to stop me or call the police?"

"I won't do that, I think it's troublesome." Caesar shrugged.

"Then I'll kill you now, you have no objection." Eric narrowed his eyes dangerously. He was like a wild beast injured and crazy, maintaining a certain hostility towards everyone, let alone the young man who guessed his intentions.

Only Caesar noticed that on the wooden wall not far from Eric, a few rusty screws quietly loosened, as if there was an inexplicable force to make them.

Caesar said indifferently: "I have no objection. But the premise is that you can kill me."

"That's what you said."
Chapter completed!