I Am In Marvel - Chapter 693 Caesar, Apocalypse

Chapter 693 Caesar, Apocalypse

Looking at the two companions who were severely injured on the ground, Aaron's handsome face became very ugly, "You **** it!"

Following the anger in his heart, the flames in his right hand continued to burn and grow, so that the temperature in the bar gradually increased.

"Old thing, it turns out that you are also a mutant. Give me a complete ashes!" Aaron growled, pushed his right hand forward, and the flame in his hand turned into a burst of fire, blasting towards the apocalypse still facing away from him.

"Too young." Apocalypse shook his head and still could not see any action from him. The flame was about half a meter away from his thin and short body, and was directly blocked by a protective cover, and then extinguished at a speed visible to the naked eye.

His protective cover can even cover the high temperature of the sun, not to mention the small flames in this area.

"It's impossible!" Aaron looked at the Apocalypse in disbelief, then moved his hands to condense a large flame and blast forward. Under the exclamation of John and Shirley, the big flame ball that was enough to burn down the bar was turned around by the apocalypse and directly squeezed with a dry hand, and the ignition star splashed out of the fingers!

"This ..." Aaron's face was extremely pale, possessing such a powerful variant of fire control, and he was always proud and conceited. At this time, facing the elderly old man in front of him, he felt a deep sense of weakness.

"Who the **** are you?" Aaron's face went green and white for a while, and he ignored his companion who was still in the room, and suddenly turned to try to escape towards the bar door.

"Did I let you go?" Apocalypse stretched out his hand, and Aaron took a few steps, and his body was fixed, like a statue.

"Come here." Apocalypse stretched out his hand, Aaron was pulled by a mysterious force, and the back of the neck was grabbed directly by Apocalypse, like a chicken.

"You, you ..." Aaron's teeth trembled, but Zhang opened his mouth and couldn't speak, and his body was in a state of paralysis. It's terrible, there is no power to fight back, this kind of existence mutant is the first time he encountered!

And so far, he hasn't figured out what kind of mutant ability the old man is using!

"Master, he's subdued," Tianqi said, holding Aaron half-paralyzed, and turning to Caesar, respectfully.

master?

Is such a horrible existence just a thug?

Aaron was skeptical of life, and looking at the young and decent Caesar, he could not believe that he would fall into this situation.

Shirley didn't even think about it. In her opinion, three people who seemed like powerful demons in the hands of the old man next to Caesar were as vulnerable as a baby. This made her look at Caesar's eyes, and the brighter and hotter she became, the more she did not engrave her love in her eyes.

John was there, knowing the identity of Caesar, and guessing the former identity of the old man next to him, he knew that this time the brothers really kicked on the iron plate-no, it should be kicked on a big mountain.

"I ask, you answer." Caesar took a sip of wine and looked at Aaron. "Are you a brother?"

"Yes, yes." Aaron was a little bit dry, feeling that he could not answer well, or showing a little disrespect, and the Apocalypse behind him would pinch his neck at any time.

Caesar looked at him in surprise, "When did the brothers fall into such a small messy organization that collects protection fees?"

The Brother Company was originally created by King Magneto and fought for the ideal of a mutant future. The members of the internal mutant were all self-conceited and independent, and they always suppressed the X-Men created by Charles. They did not expect all the members to come out. The protection fee has been charged-this is more than a grade lower.

Aaron was silent, not knowing what to say.

"Sir, you don't know." John at the bar softly said, "Ten years ago, after the government introduced laws to recognize the mutants and the public gradually accepted the mutants, the main members of the brother company were basically gone, leaving only some reorganizations. The current brother company. The largest mutant gang in New York. "

"Oh, Eric isn't even brother anymore?" Caesar asked casually.

John nodded. "Yes. I heard he's gone, and no one knows his whereabouts and whereabouts."

Aaron stared at Caesar, and of course he knew who Eric was. That was the former president who created the brother company, one of the strongest mutants in the world. But everyone would call him the Magneto King, and only the young people now knew him by name.

"Who is your current president?" Caesar continued.

"It's the archangel." Aaron's words with respect, but also thinking about them, would let him go after hearing the archangel's name.

"Angel?" Caesar looked strangely, looking at Apocalypse. Remember that day the envoy was the former servant of the Apocalypse?

His servant's servant?

Caesar drank the wine in the glass, looked at Aaron, and whispered, "I don't care what the brothers are doing now. In the future, I'm covered by Caesar. If you dare anyone to come over, I don't mind letting the Apocalypse pass. you guys."

"Caesar, Apocalypse ..." Aaron took a sip of air, and her hair was numb at the two names. He finally remembered that there were two people who had surpassed the ranks of mutants more than a decade ago. It was a taboo!

"This is ancient music, and money for damaged items in the bar." Caesar put a few large denominations on the bar, got up, and walked toward the door with a diameter. "Go, Apocalypse."

"Yes, sir." Apocalypse Aaron threw away, Aaron flew out, knocked over a wine table, and smashed into a wall on one side, his eyes rolled over in a coma.

Looking at Caesar and Apocalypse reluctantly, Shirley looked at the money on the table and looked at John aside, "Dad, this ..."

"Come on, the gentleman is not short of money," John groaned. "In the future, the brothers will not even dare to bother us again."

"Because the gentleman named Caesar?" Shirley held the dollar bill in her hands and felt the remaining temperature in it, and asked blushing.

"Yes. His word is better than anything." John sighed again and again.

After Kea and Apocalypse left for a while, the wooden portal was pushed away again, and the young and silver-haired mad woman wearing bizarre sunglasses entered the bar lobby. It was the radiant eyes Scott and Storm female Harley.

Both are teachers of the Mutant Academy and members of the X-Men.

"Here, what happened?" Scott asked in surprise, glancing at a messy bar and the three brother company members who had fallen to the ground.

"You came a little late, and the matter here has been resolved." Recognizing them, John responded with a smile.

"Who? It looks like it's easy to get rid of the Fireman, the Stoneman, and the Hedgehog." Harry frowned, and if the mutants in New York were not easy to mess with, it would be troublesome.

"It's Mr. Caesar," John laughed.

"What did you say?" Scott and Harry froze at the same time, suspecting that their ears were wrong.

John said again, "Superman, the mutant god, Mr. Caesar!"

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