บท 527: IMUC Chapter 523 The Mysterious Caesar

Still shaken, Moira slipped out of the secret chamber. What she witnessed tonight was beyond her imagination - these supernatural abilities, almost like magic, really existed. Moreover, people were beginning to use these mutated abilities to intervene in global politics.

"Colonel Hendry is already under their control. If he changes his mind, there's a high chance that missiles will be used on the Turkish front..." As an excellent CIA agent, Moira fully understood the gravity of the situation. She took a few deep breaths to calm her nerves.

After leaving the private room, Moira instinctively glanced to the corner of the hall. The boy named Caesar who had been sitting on the sofa earlier was nowhere to be seen. Nor was there any sign of him in the neon-lit hall.

Moira's beautiful eyes dimmed for a moment, but she quickly regained her composure and walked to the entrance of the Hellfire Club.

Outside, on the street next to the Hellfire Club, a black compact car was parked.

Moira walked up to the car, and the window rolled down as she approached. The man in the driver's seat was a middle-aged man with a slightly bald head.

"So how did it go? Nothing happened in there, did it? I told you, a club of this caliber isn't easy to infiltrate..." The middle-aged man's words were cut off as Moira opened the back door, stepped inside, and interrupted, "Bobby, get me the CIA's highest-ranking officer, now!"

Bobby's eyes widened in shock and he exclaimed, "Are you crazy? The highest ranking officer is probably on the Turkish front discussing things."

"Enough with the chatter! I have something very important to report!"

Moira's expression was determined and her tone firm. Bobby hesitated for a moment, but finally reached for the hidden communication device in the car and sighed, "Fine, fine, we'll both end up writing reports about this."

After establishing contact with the highest-ranking CIA officer, Moira briefly reported what she had witnessed in the Hellfire Club, including the strange abilities displayed by the mutants and the threat to Colonel Hendry.

Finally, she worriedly concluded, "There is definitely something wrong with the Hellfire Club. It could directly affect the missile deployment on the Turkish front!"

"What are you talking about, Agent Moira?"

In the main control room of the U.S. military base on the Turkish front, the Senior CIA officer sat in a chair looking at Colonel Hendry, who was chatting nearby.

Lowering his voice on the phone, he said, "Colonel Hendry is sitting right here, not far from me! Did you see him at the Hellfire Club? That's impossible as he is here. He would have had to travel almost three thousand kilometers in ten minutes!"

Moira frowned, remembering the demon-like man she had seen earlier.

"Stop wasting my time." The Senior Officer, now annoyed, hung up the satellite phone.

As the dial tone buzzed in her ear, Moira hung up and leaned back in the plush backseat.

Bobby, an experienced CIA operative, had expected this and said, "I told you, intelligence without hard evidence is sometimes useless, especially when it comes to mutations and other supernatural phenomena.

"I'm not giving up that easily."

Moira said stubbornly, suddenly remembering something. She tilted her head and asked, "Bobby, do you know a boy named Caesar? He was helping me out at the club earlier. Could he be someone you secretly sent to help me?"

"How could that be? It's just the two of us working here tonight." Bobby shook his head firmly, then froze, looking suspiciously at Moira. "Did you say his name was... Caesar?"

"Yes, he looked very young, about seventeen or eighteen years old. Blonde hair, blue eyes, with an unusual appearance, and he is also about six feet tall, with a - well, a strong and fit build." As Moira described him, she remembered their close encounter earlier and a blush crept up her cheeks. Fortunately, the dim car lights hid it from Bobby.

Bobby's expression grew serious as he replied gravely, "From what you've said, it should be him."

"You know him?" Moira asked in surprise.

"Of course, I don't know him personally, but I've heard of him."

Bobby paused for a moment to collect his thoughts before explaining, "Caesar. The last Duke of England and the youngest ever. His birth and parentage are unknown. In the CIA's files, he ranks among the top three in terms of information scarcity."

"Duke? That young man is a duke?"

Moira covered her mouth with both hands. Even though she had suspected that Caesar's identity was unusual, knowing his true status still shocked her.

"Yes. The origin of his dukedom is also a mystery."

Bobby chuckled ironically. "The records say that Caesar, in the early days of World War II, when the war was still ongoing in some regions, rescued an important member of the British royal family and was subsequently given the title of Duke."

He paused and continued, "But think about it. How could a child, only a few years old at the time, have saved an important royal figure?"

"So it must be a lie? The title was probably given for other reasons," Moira speculated.

"You're not alone in thinking that. Many people believe the same. There's even a rumor that Caesar was the illegitimate son of the British Queen at the time."

Bobby shrugged. "But regardless, he was made a Duke. Imagine a child, just a few years old, wielding more power and wealth than an entire family. What would that be like?"

This was, of course, self-evident. After receiving the title, not only outsiders would have envied Caesar, but even members of the royal family would have taken various actions against him...

"But why now..."

Moira's eyes widened in disbelief. After all, Caesar was still growing up healthy and strong.

Bobby sighed repeatedly. "So it's all a mystery. All those who have acted against Caesar, either openly or covertly, have died in mysterious circumstances, without exception. To this day, he remains active in the high society gatherings of the great powers, showing no respect even to the big bosses. No one dares to challenge him.

"He seems to be just a spoiled rich kid, but he actually relies on his own abilities... What kind of person is he really?"

Moira's eyes sparkled with curiosity.

Bobby warned her seriously, "I advise you not to get too curious about him. Even though our job in the CIA is to gather intelligence, there are some people and things that are beyond our reach. If you get involved, it may be impossible to get out."

"I understand."

Moira said this but secretly planted a seed of curiosity in her mind.

"If the Chief doesn't believe it, what are you going to do next?" Bobby asked.

Moira replied, "I need to find a scientist who specializes in mutated genes. He might have a solution!"

At that moment, about three thousand kilometers away from the Hellfire Club, at a U.S. military base.

Due to Colonel Hendry's change of mind and agreement to deploy missiles in Turkey, the U.S. military officers in the main control room were having a heated argument.

No one noticed, high above the base buildings, about a kilometer up in the sky,

Caesar, dressed in a suit, floated in the air, defying gravity and the strong wind. He looked down at the base fortress, illuminated by lights, his deep blue eyes seeming to penetrate steel, observing everything in the main control room below.

(End of Chapter)

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