I Am In Marvel Chapter 519: The Last Duke, Intelligence

Caesar set off from Oxford, England, maintaining an altitude of 1,000 meters and flying at high speed all the way out of the Atlantic Ocean.

Fly out of the land and into the sea.

Far exceeding the Mach speed of modern aircraft, Caesar seemed to be moving against the jet lag. The thick night sky gradually resolved, and the stars, morning, moon and sun were clearly inverted.

Sometimes he shuttles through the clouds, leaving an extended trail of white waves in the sky, and sometimes he falls like a meteorite, passing at low altitude over the sea, raising straight waves behind him, scaring countless seagulls and schools of fish.

Less than half a minute.

The outline of a new continent appeared in front of Caesar's eyes, which was the Americas on the other side of the Atlantic, where the United States is located.

There is a full five time difference between the United Kingdom and the United States, so it is already late at night on the British side, while night has just fallen on the American side, and the bright and swaying city lights dot the earth.

Through the inland desert land, Caesar arrived in Las Vegas where he had an appointment tonight.

Similar to the Marvel world, Las Vegas is also the largest city in the United States and a city with a high international reputation. It is world-famous for tourism, shopping, and vacations centered on the gambling industry.

More than ten years after the end of World War II, the world's overall economy has fully recovered, and the city's popularity has become much more prosperous.

"There is still plenty of time..." Caesar looked at the sky, landed on the rooftop of a building in the city block, and straightened his hair that was messed up by the strong wind.

Cross the Atlantic Ocean and six thousand kilometers in one minute to attend another banquet. Probably no one would believe it.

Caesar thought for a while and entered a local high-end clothing store, tried on and bought a banquet suit.

It must be said that people depend on their clothes, and this sentence applies to any occasion.

After Caesar changed from casual clothes to a well-fitting suit, his already outstanding temperament became even more difficult to conceal, making the female clerks and customers in the store unable to take their eyes away. After receiving the small note with the phone number from the female clerk, He then went to a high-end banquet venue located in a prosperous district of the city.

Hellfire Club.

The power of the boss behind it is unknown. It only accepts upper-class people from the outside. There are many security personnel inside. The guests who are qualified to come here are either rich or noble.

The door of the Hellfire Club is grand. As Caesar approached, two security men wearing black suits and sunglasses subconsciously reached out to stop him. "Please, show me your identity or the club invitation."

"Invitation, I remember..." Caesar muttered, reached into the lining of his suit, took out a golden invitation, and handed it to one of the security guards.

The security guard took the invitation letter and opened it to read. His originally serious face suddenly became extremely surprised.

Another security guard leaned his head over. After seeing the identity note on the invitation, he was also stunned. He suspected that he had read it wrong and rubbed his eyes.

"What, is there a problem?" Caesar looked up at them calmly.

"No, no problem at all!" The security guard came to his senses, folded the invitation letter in his hand, handed it back to Caesar respectfully, and said respectfully: "Your Majesty the Duke from England, you are welcome to come to the banquet. We’re inviting you inside!”

"British, Duke...?!"

The faces of the other gorgeously dressed ladies and gentlemen at the door suddenly changed when they heard this title.

What is the concept of Duke?

Among the aristocratic royal families in Europe, it can be said that the status is second only to the king, and he can be regarded as the prince of the Eastern country! Especially since World War II, the UK has no longer granted knighthoods. The title can only be passed down through the original inheritance. As the years go by, the knighthood will become less and less until it disappears completely.

The real dukes and aristocrats completely look down on the rich and famous people who have prospered in the new century. After all, the land and back garden they rule alone is the size of a city. They are truly incomparably rich and have a profound heritage!

It is unusual for a Duke to appear in a place like this, not to mention that there is such a young Duke in front of him!

"Thank you." Caesar nodded, picked up the invitation, and walked into the club smoothly.

Coming to this time and space, since I can’t go back for the time being, I have to find something to do. The most important of them is the need for a new identity.

Caesar more than ten years ago, before World War II was over, he took action to save the then powerful British royal family during a war and turmoil. For some reasons, he cleverly obtained the status of Duke. It just so happened that the UK stopped ennobling knights that year, and he was regarded as the last and youngest duke in the UK.

With the status of a British Duke, Caesar no longer needs to disguise his identity and can attend high-class banquets and events in any country.

For this purpose, there is only one

Collect enough intelligence information about the world you are in to find a reliable way to return to the original time and space.

Inside the Hellfire Club.

The interior decoration is more luxurious and high-end than the exterior, with neon lights swaying on the ceiling and music flowing in every corner.

Security guards standing against the walls of the lobby can be seen everywhere. Beautiful and **** girls basically wear three-point suits, exposing large areas of skin, supporting guests, who are either bald or potbellied, to go to private rooms.

When Caesar walked into the club hall, almost all the girls who had not made a reservation glanced at him, their green eyes like a hunter who had found his prey.

"He's mine. Don't compete with me."

The three girls, who considered themselves to have pretty faces and slender figures, took the lead in walking towards Caesar from different directions on tiptoes.

"This gentleman..."

Some girls quickened their pace and were about to strike up a conversation, but Caesar shook his index finger to stop them from approaching.

Caesar stretched out his hand to the left, took a glass of wine from the passing bartender's plate, and sat down in the corner of the sofa chair in the hall without any intention of talking to or making an appointment with the girl.

This made many girls leave with expressions of regret.

"The quality is okay."

Caesar commented softly and took a sip of the wine, not knowing whether he was talking about the wine or the girl.

It's not that he doesn't like women, it's just that with Superman's sense of smell, he can tell how clean a girl is by just one sniff.

What's more, he often goes to such occasions and has no shortage of romantic encounters, but only useful information. ~IndoMTL.com~ Shaking the alcoholic liquor in the wine glass, Caesar gently closed his eyes. After letting go of the restrictions of his ears, hundreds of nearly a thousand sounds poured into his ear holes in detail, and under the brain of Superman, Calculate and select useful intelligence information.

"Come on, give me a kiss, little girl..."

"Colonel Hendry, why is he here?"

“The United States recently plans to deploy missiles in Turkey, which may become a further trigger for the Cold War between the Soviet Union and the United States.”

"I lost another million today!"

"Is World War III about to start again?"

Bars, banquets, and event venues gather people from all religions and nine streams, and dragons and snakes are mixed among them. If all the information and information they share every day can be collected, they can easily crush the intelligence departments of great powers.

"Sure enough, war cannot be avoided in any world, even if there is no Hydra villain organization here..."

Caesar murmured to himself that in this time and space, since there is no peace symbol and Captain America, there are no superheroes as the benchmark of the times. Since the end of World War II, there have been many more superficial cold wars and secret disputes between major powers than in the Marvel world.

However, as a person from outside time and space, Caesar has no intention of intervening in the war.

In the Marvel world, the main body is tired enough as a symbol of peace, and his clone does not want to make the same mistake again.