Caesar set off from Oxford, England, and maintained a kilometer climb altitude all the way to the Atlantic Ocean for a breakneck flight.

Fly out of land and into the sea.

Far exceeding the Mach speed of modern aircraft, Caesar seems to be moving against the time difference, and the thick night in the sky gradually dissolves, and the stars and the moon and the sun are obviously reversed.

Sometimes he shuttles through the clouds, leaving a long trail of white waves in the sky, sometimes falling down like a meteorite, passing low above the surface of the sea, and raising a straight line of waves behind him, startling countless seagulls and fish.

Less than half a minute.

Caesar saw the outline of a new continent, the Americas on the other side of the Atlantic, where the United States is located.

There is a full five time difference between the UK and the US, so it is already late at night on the UK side, and the night has just fallen on the US side, and the bright and swaying city lights dot the land.

Traveling through the desert of the interior, Caesar arrives in Las Vegas, where he is on his way to tonight.

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

More than a decade after the end of World War II, the world economy as a whole has fully recovered, and cities have become much more popular.

"There's still plenty of time...... Caesar looked at the sky, descending on the rooftop of a building in a city block, and brushing his windswept hair a little.

Crossing the Atlantic Ocean in one minute, crossing 6,000 kilometers to attend another banquet. Probably no one will believe it.

Caesar thought about it, but went to a local high-end clothing store to try on and buy a banquet suit.

I have to say that people rely on clothing, and this sentence is applicable on any occasion.

After Caesar changed from casual clothes to a fitted suit, his already outstanding temperament was even more difficult to hide, so that the female clerks and customers in the store could not take their eyes off, and when he took the small note with the phone number left by the female clerk, he went to the high-end banquet venue located in the bustling neighborhood of the city.

Hellfire Club.

The power of the boss behind it is unknown, and only the upper class is received externally, and there are many internal security personnel, and the guests who are qualified to come here are either rich or expensive.

The gate of the Hellfire Club was magnificent, and as soon as Caesar approached, two security men in black suits and sunglasses subconsciously reached out to stop him, "Trouble, show your identity, or the invitation to the club." ”

"Invitation, I remember ......," Caesar muttered, reaching into the inner lining of his suit, pulling out a golden invitation and handing it to one of the security guards.

The security guard took the invitation letter and opened it, his originally serious face suddenly became extremely surprised.

Another security guard leaned his head over, and when he saw the identity note on the invitation, he was also stunned, and rubbed his eyes in suspicion that he had misunderstood.

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

"No, no problem at all!" The security guard came back to his senses, folded the invitation letter in his hand, handed it back to Caesar, and greeted him: "Lord Duke from England, you are welcome to come to the banquet, there is an invitation inside!" ”

"England, Public...... Jue?! ”

The other ladies and gentlemen at the door, who were well-dressed and outstanding, suddenly changed their faces when they heard this title.

What is the concept of a 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, Britain has ceased to be knighted, and the title can only be passed on by the original, and it will become less and less as the years go by, until it disappears completely.

What kind of rich and famous people in the new century, the real dukes and nobles look down on them completely, after all, the land and back garden they rule alone are enough to be the size of a city, and they are truly rich and rival the country!

It's unusual for a duke to appear in such a place, let alone such a young duke in front of him!

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

When you come to this time and space, since you can't go back for the time being, you always have to find something to do. One of the most important is the need for a new identity.

More than ten years ago, before the end of World War II, Caesar rescued the powerful British royal family in a war turmoil. For some reason, he cleverly obtained the status of a duke. It also happened that the British stopped knighting that year, and he was the last and youngest duke in the United Kingdom.

With the status of Duke of England, Caesar no longer needs to disguise his status to enter and exit the high-class banquets and events of any country.

For this purpose, there is only one -

Gather enough information about your world to find a reliable way to return to the original plane.

Inside the Hellfire Club.

The interior is more extravagant than the outside, with neon lights on the ceiling swaying and music flowing around every corner.

Security guards standing against the walls of the hall can be seen everywhere, beautiful and sexy girls are basically dressed in three-point poses, showing large areas of skin, embracing bald or pot-bellied guests, walking towards private rooms.

When Caesar walked into the hall of the club, almost all the girls who had not made an appointment cast their eyes in unison, and their eyes were green as if they had found their prey.

"He's mine." "Don't rob me."

The three girls, who thought they were beautiful and slender, took the lead in walking towards Caesar from different directions with catwalks.

"This gentleman ......"

One of the girls quickened her pace and was about to talk, but Caesar shook her index finger to stop them from approaching.

Caesar reached out to the left, took a glass of wine from the plate of the passing bartender, and sat down in the corner of the open sofa chair in the hall, without any intention of accosting or booking a girl.

This made many girls leave with a regretful expression.

"The quality is okay."

Caesar commented softly, took a sip of wine, and didn't know whether he was talking about wine or girls.

It's not that he doesn't get close to women, it's just that under Superman's sense of smell, the degree of 'cleanliness' on the girl's body can be known by sniffing.

What's more, he often goes in and out of such occasions, and there is no shortage of sexual encounters, only favorable information.

Shaking the mellow liquor in the wine glass, Caesar gently closed his eyes, and after letting go of the ear limit, hundreds of nearly a thousand voices poured into his ear holes, and under Superman's brain, he calculated and selected useful information information.

"Come, kiss, chick ......"

"Colonel Hendley, why is he here?"

"Recently, the United States intends to deploy missiles in Turkey, which may become a further fuse for the Soviet-American Cold War."

"Lost another million today!"

"Is the Third World War about to start again?"

Bars, banquets, and event venues are crowded with people of all religions and nine streams, and the information and information they share every day can easily crush the intelligence departments of the great powers if they can collect all the information and materials.

"Sure enough, no world can avoid war, even if there is no Hydra villain here......"

Caesar muttered to himself, this time and space, due to the absence of a symbol of peace and Captain America, there is no superhero as a benchmark for the times. Since the end of World War II, there have been more superficial cold wars and secret strife among major powers than in the Marvel world.

However, as an alien space-time person, Caesar had no intention of intervening in the war.

In the Marvel world, the ontology as a symbol of peace is tired enough, and his doppelganger doesn't want to repeat the mistakes of the past.