I Am In Marvel

New York nightclub.

All kinds of gorgeous neon lights swayed back and forth. After the new trend of electronic music sounded, men and women, regardless of age and occupation, began to indulge in the ballroom in the store.

Logan managed to bypass the security guards at the door and followed the gorgeously dressed lady into the nightclub. In the lively and noisy environment, he carefully avoided the crowd, tried to walk against the wall and wooden frame, and came here looking for The figure of the master and servant for entertainment.

Leaping onto a wine cabinet, Logan glanced condescendingly, and quickly locked the target.

It can be seen that in the relatively quiet seat, Caesar is sitting there drinking with Erlang's legs crossed, while Asazo is standing next to him completely in the role of bodyguard.

At this time, Azazuo's temples were also slightly dyed white. After years of precipitation, it looked more mature and stable. He was wearing a black tuxedo, hiding the tail behind him, revealing only his red-skinned face, which did not attract special attention from others.

Caesar is still the same as always, young and handsome. Like Logan, he has not changed due to the passage of time, but his temperament has become more gentle and refined, and his body seems to be reaching a near-complete peak state.

Looking at the two people who were familiar and remembered in front of him, Logan stopped abruptly, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help raising an arc.

Although he said that he didn't want to see Caesar again, in fact, even if he was a hundred years old, he often missed the previous years. In those days of carefree, carefree days, when the sky was falling, someone was standing on it, drinking, chatting and wandering the streets every day.

A female guest noticed Logan on the wine cabinet and couldn't help but shout, "Dear, look there's a cat there, it seems to be still laughing."

"Huh?" The male guest sitting next to her looked sideways, but the wine cabinet was empty, and there was no trace of a cat, and replied with a smile, "Are you drunk!"

"Really, it's a Garfield." The female guest muttered, stood up and looked again, but couldn't find it.

Under the wine cabinet.

Logan was lying in the shadow at the bottom of the table, secretly shouting "good risk", he aimed at the gap when people were walking, rushed into the hall quickly, passed through the dense crowd, and approached the seats on the other side.

Corner wine table.

Azazzo lowered his head slightly and smiled: "Young Master, Logan seems to be staying in New York recently. If you want to find a time to make an appointment with him, we haven't seen him for several years."

"As you arrange." Caesar took a sip of wine and shrugged: "That guy is wild and can't settle down at all times. It was almost the limit to let him serve as a teacher for a few days before."

"Yeah. We haven't been teachers for a long time, since five years ago..."

Azazzo suddenly stopped talking, his eyes were sharp, and he stretched out his hand and waved, just to shoot Garfield, who was rushing towards Caesar, and flew out.

He was surprised and said, "What, there are cats in this nightclub?"

"Take it lightly." Caesar glanced at the ground, and the cat lying on the ground struggled to get up and continued to walk towards him.

Wait, why does this cat give him a feeling of deja vu.

"This cat is...a little weird."

Azazuo also showed a look of surprise. He just waved instinctively, and he didn't keep his hand, and the strength was enough to make adults overwhelmed.

"Young master, this cat seems to want to find you."

"There are more cat girls and bunny girls looking for me. Look at whether they are male or female." Caesar said casually.

"Oh."

Azazuo responded, and really grabbed the cat on the ground in his hand, verified the male and female seriously, and finally said regretfully: "It's a male."

Logan angrily gave Asazzo two paws, jumped to the wine table, and sent out a series of pleas for help towards Caesar, but they were all "meow meow meow" that even he could not recognize. Voice.

"Young Master, it seems to be hungry." Asazoo didn't pay attention to the small claw marks on his hands and said.

"I didn't expect you to know the animal language." Caesar glanced at Asazoo in surprise.

Asazo hurriedly shook his head, the misunderstanding was huge, and explained: "Looking at it like this, it could only be hungry."

"Like This."

Caesar looked at Logan with a worried expression, pondered for a moment, raised his hand to call a bartender, pointed to Garfield on the table and asked, "Do you have anything to eat here?"

The bartender's face was sullen, "Sorry, sir. There is no cat food in this shop."

Caesar snapped his fingers lightly and ordered, "Then give it a medium-rare steak and a few bottles of Lafite."

"Yes." The bartender sighed that people are not as good as cats, stepped back with respect, and quickly served a hot steak.

"I'm not here to eat cat food!"

Unable to convey the message of his future, Logan almost went crazy, but when Caesar handed the steak to him, driven by hunger, he subconsciously opened his mouth and ate it beautifully.

"I'll just say it's hungry, and give it something to quench its thirst."

Asazzo poured a bit of Lafite on the table, but the cat not only didn't lick it, but also gave him a contemptuous glance, and continued to bury his head in the food tray and feast on it.

The sommelier shook his head secretly when he saw Caesar and Asazzo wasting expensive wine and food. The world of the rich is so boring and uninteresting.

While nibbling on the steak, Rogan stretched out his cat's claws, scratched and got up on the table, and soon a fairly neat X was carved on the wooden table.

Asazo muttered: "What do you mean, another serving? This cat seems to understand human nature, and its claws are not bad."

Caesar was still drinking to himself. Obviously, his attention did not fall on this side. Instead, he turned on Superman's facial features as usual, and collected and recorded the situation in the nightclub and even the surrounding streets.

Logan was in a hurry, knowing that this was his only chance, and after thinking about it, he stretched out his cat's paw and hit the table rhythmically.

"Should I say it's the cat that came to the nightclub?" Asazuo's eyes straightened, but after a while, his face became solemn, and he looked at Caesar as if he was suspicious of life, and reminded: "Young master, there is something wrong with this cat. ."

"What's wrong?" Caesar said, returning to God.

Azazo pointed to Garfield on the table with a startled look on his face, "This cat... seems to know Morse code."

Morse code?

Caesar was stunned, and of course he would. Morse code conveys encrypted letter messages through tapping of varying lengths and severity. It was a skill almost inevitable for military intelligence personnel in the past.

But so can a cat?

Caesar turned his attention back to Garfield and listened for a moment. Sure enough, the cat was slapping rhythmically, conveying a message in Morse code.

The message is: "I was your partner, from the future."

Azazuo also untied the message and said incredulously: "This cat says that it is from the future? Young master, it won't be a mutant. It's looking for us for entertainment."

"I just confirmed that there are no other mutants except you within a kilometer radius."

Caesar shook his head and looked at Garfield, who continued to give a new password message. This brief message finally moved him and Asazo.

The password translated is:

"X-Men!"