I Am In Marvel

Looking at the two companions who were seriously injured and fell to the ground, Aaron the Burning Man's handsome face became very ugly, "Damn you!"

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

"Old man, it turns out that you are also a mutant, turn me into ashes!" Aaron roared, pushing his right hand forward, the flame in his hand turned into a burst of fire, and blasted towards the apocalypse that was still facing him.

"Too young." Apocalypse shook his head, but he still didn't see any movement from him. The flame was about half a meter away from his thin and short body, and was directly blocked by a protective shield, and then went out at a speed visible to the naked eye.

His protective shield can block even the high temperature of the sun's surface, not to mention the small flames.

"It's impossible!" Aaron looked at Apocalypse in disbelief, then used his hands to condense a large group of flames and blasted forward. Under the exclamations of John and Shirley, the big flame ball, which was enough to burn down the bar, was directly squeezed by Apocalypse, who turned around, with a dry hand, and little sparks splashed out of the fingers!

"This..." Aaron's face was extremely pale, and he had the powerful mutant ability to control fire. He had always been proud and conceited. At this time, facing the old man in front of him, he felt a deep sense of powerlessness in his heart.

"Who the hell are you?" Aaron's face turned blue and then white. He ignored his companions who were still in the room, and turned around abruptly to flee towards the door of the bar.

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

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

"You, you..." Aaron's teeth were rattling with chills, but he couldn't speak when he opened his mouth, and his body was in a limp state. It's too terrifying, and he has absolutely no power to fight back. This is the first time he has encountered such a mutant!

And so far, he has not figured out what mutant power the old man is using!

"Master, it has been subdued." Apocalypse carried Aaron, who was half-paralyzed, and turned to Caesar respectfully.

master?

Such a terrifying existence is just a thug?

Aaron was doubting his life. Looking at the young and disrespectful Caesar, he still couldn't believe that he would fall into this situation.

Shirley didn't think that the three people who looked like powerful demons to her would be as fragile and incompetent as babies in the hands of the old man next to Caesar. This made her look at Caesar's eyes, brighter and hotter, but she almost didn't engrave the love in her eyes.

John was there with the old god, knew the identity of Caesar, and guessed the former identity of the old man beside 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 his wine and looked at Aaron sideways, "Are you from the Brotherhood?"

"Yes, yes." Aaron was a little dry, feeling that he couldn't answer well, or showed a hint of disrespect, and the apocalypse behind him would squeeze his neck at any time.

Caesar looked at him in astonishment, "When did Brotherhood become such a small group of gangsters that collect protection fees?"

The Brotherhood was originally founded by Magneto, fighting for the ideal of a better future for mutants. The members of the inner mutants are all arrogant and independent, and they have been suppressing the X-Men created by Charles to death. I didn't expect all the current members to come out The protection fee is charged - this is more than a notch lower.

Aaron was silent, not knowing what to say.

"Sir, you don't know." John in the bar said softly: "Ten years ago, since the government introduced a law to recognize mutants and the public gradually accepted mutants, the main members of the Brotherhood have basically disappeared, and only some reorganizations are left. Now the Band of Brothers. The largest local mutant gang in New York."

"Oh, and Eric isn't in the Brotherhood anymore?" Caesar asked casually.

John nodded, "Yes. I heard that he was retired, and no one knows his whereabouts and whereabouts."

Aaron stared blankly at Caesar, of course he knew who Eric was. That was the former president who created the Brotherhood, and one of the strongest mutants in the world. But everyone will call him Magneto, only the young people who are familiar with him call him by his first name.

"Who is your current president?" Caesar continued to ask.

"It's the archangel." Aaron's words were respectful, but he also thought of them. After hearing the name of the archangel, he would let him go.

"Archangel?" Caesar looked strangely at Apocalypse. Remember that archangel was Apocalypse's former servant?

Servant of his servant?

Caesar drank the wine in the cup, looked at Aaron, and said softly: "I don't care what the rules of the company of brothers are now. From now on, I will cover this place by Caesar. If you dare to come over again, I don't mind letting the apocalypse pass away. you."

"Caesar, Apocalypse..." Hearing these two names, Aaron gasped and his hair went numb. He finally recalled that there were two people who surpassed the ranks of mutants more than ten years ago and were taboos!

"This is ancient music, and the money for damaged items in the bar." Caesar put a few large-denominated dollar bills on the bar, got up, and walked towards the door, "Let's go, Apocalypse."

"Yes, sir." Apocalypse threw Aaron at will, and Aaron flew out immediately, knocking over a wine table, and finally smashed hard on one side of the wall, his eyes rolled over and he passed out.

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

"Take it, that gentleman is not short of money." John said with a smile: "In the future, even brothers will not dare to harass us again."

"Because of that Mr. Caesar?" Shirley grabbed the dollar bill in her hand, felt the temperature remaining in it, and asked with a blushing face.

"Yes. His words are more useful than anything else." John sighed again and again.

After Kaia and Apocalypse left for a while, the wooden door was pushed open again. The young man wearing strange sunglasses and the silver-haired frantic woman entered the lobby of the bar. It was the Radiant Eye Scott and the Storm Harley.

The two are teachers of the mutant academy and members of the X-Men.

"What's going on here?" Scott asked in surprise as he glanced at the messy bar and the three members of the company of brothers who fell to the ground.

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

"Who is it? It seems that the Pyroman, the Thing, and the Hedgehog were easily eliminated." Harry frowned. If there are mutants who are not easy to mess with, it will be troublesome.

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

"What did you say?" Scott and Harley were stunned at the same time, and for a moment, they suspected that their ears had heard it wrong.

John said again: "Superman, God of Mutants, Mr. Caesar!"

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