"Professor, there's something I want to talk to you about!"

Moira smelled the alcohol on Charles's body and frowned slightly. （）

Charles looked at Moira motionlessly, and after a while, the drunkenness in his eyes subsided, and waves of unsettled waves arose, and a Uchiha Madara he hadn't solved yet, and something more serious happened again.

"Professor, I think we'll talk about it tomorrow!"

Moira saw Charles' dazed expression and thought he had really drunk too much.

"Raven, it's time for us to go home!" Charles said calmly.

"Oh!"

Raven was a little reluctant, seeing Charles's serious expression, she didn't dare to stay here anymore.

Raven and Madara said goodbye, and Charles and Moira were already walking towards the door.

"Charles, you can't do it alone!" Madara suddenly spoke.

"What did you say?" Charles paused his back, turned around and stared at Madara tightly, thinking of the picture he had just seen, could it be that Madara had anything to do with those people.

"I don't want Raven to follow you to death, so I'll help you once!" Madara said nonchalantly.

"Do you know where those people came from?" Charles whispered.

Raven looked at her brother and Madara in surprise, completely unaware of what they were talking about. Moira looked at Madara closely, she thought the man was Charles's friend, but the situation seemed complicated.

"I probably know something, Miss Moira, Charles and I both know your intentions, and we are willing to help you solve your troubles, so please go and book four tickets, and you know the destination." Madara lowered his top hat and walked out of the house.

"Professor, who is he?" Moira asked, surprised.

"Our friends!" Charles was still silent. Raven had already answered for him.

Charles glanced at Raven, put his hands in his pockets, and walked out of the bar silently.

London. Heathrow International Airport.

More than a dozen people in different costumes sat in chairs, some looking at their watches, some staring at magazines in their hands.

A young man with his legs crossed, leaning on a seat, holding a cup of hot coffee in his hand, sipped and scanned around as he sipped it, he had very long white hair. Scattered behind the back, it is easy to attract people's eyes.

"Mr. Madara, are you Asian?" Moira already knew Madara's name on the way back. Other than that, nothing is known.

"Ahh Madara sipped his coffee and didn't go to see Moira.

Moira's face was a little ugly, she didn't know Madara's identity. I just wanted to invite Professor Charles to the United States. But Madara wanted to follow, and Charles didn't object, and she couldn't refute it.

Moira didn't know that it wasn't that Charles didn't want to object, it was just that his opposition was useless.

"Where's your talking black cat?" Raven sat down next to Madara and asked in a whisper.

"She's back to sleep!" Madara laughed.

She ...... Is it a mutant? Raven heard Madara's tone of voice being her, not it, apparently mistaking the black cat for a human.

"It's not!" Madara shook his head.

"And what is she?" Raven asked curiously.

"It's a complicated issue. I can't tell! Madara frowned.

"I'm sorry!" Raven thought it was Madara's **, and he didn't want to say it.

"It's fine!" Madara took a sip of his coffee.

Seeing my sister and Madara whispering. The conversation was very pleasant, Charles frowned, pondering Madara's matter.

Moments later, the four boarded a plane bound for the United States, and when they arrived in Virginia, Moira's companions were waiting outside the airport.

The group got into a car and headed for the CIA's Langley headquarters.

The sky was cloudless, a gray sedan stopped in front of a magnificent building, a young man got out of the car, the breeze blowing, blowing his long black trench coat, a black top hat covering his face, and the scattered white hair behind his back floated gently.

Soon three more people came to the car, a thin man in a neat gray suit, and behind him stood a young woman who was also dressed in a formal suit.

The last thing that appeared was also a young woman, with long wavy blond hair, very beautiful, dressed very casually, a pair of jeans, a leather jacket, looking around curiously.

Madara looked up at the CIA headquarters, feeling funny in his heart, he had used the CIA and FBI a few times when he was in the wizarding world, but he had never been to their headquarters once.

If these people knew that Madara had used an elite American agent from another world as an on-call coachman, would they be furious?

"Professor, let's go inside!" Moira whispered.

Charles quietly looked at Madara's distant back, thinking about some questions.

Madara had just walked into the CIA headquarters, and the guards in front of the door had stopped him.

"Sir, please state your name, and what is here to do!" Although no one dared to mess with the CIA, they naturally could not let anyone break in.

"Bill, they were brought by me! I'm going to see the Director! Moira hurried.

"Oh!"

The guard nodded, picked up the guest list and looked at it, handing Madara a few plastic signs with visitors written on them, as well as the people behind him.

Madara walked into the living room with the sign on his chest, and he glanced at the plastic sign, threw it down the hall, and headed upstairs.

"Mr. Madara?" Moira hurriedly picks up the sign and chases after Madara.

Charles's brow furrowed even deeper, and a trace of uneasiness suddenly rose in his heart, he couldn't read Madara's thoughts, everything was guessing, but he couldn't guess what Madara wanted to do.

A small conference room with pictures hanging on the walls, a C.I.A. logo flag standing in the corner, and a very fat white man sitting on a chair in the corner.

Sitting on the main seat was naturally Moira's immediate boss, a man over half a hundred years old, with eyes as sharp as eagles, and two men beside him, who were also CIA agents.

Charles sat in the last chair, Moira was across from him, the male agent who had accompanied her on the Hellfire Club earlier sat next to her, and Raven and Madara sat by the door.

"This is Professor Charles, these two are his sister Raven, and his friend Madara Uchiha!" Moira stood up and introduced the identities of the three.

"Agent Moira, I'm taking my time to find out if you need to be hospitalized, so don't waste any time! And this weird long-haired man, don't you know what politeness is? The CIA director looked impatient, and glanced coldly at the black top hat on Madara's head.

"Humph!"

A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he took off his black top hat,

"The advent of the nuclear age has accelerated the birth of mutants, and people with special abilities may be around us!" Charles didn't dare to let the CIA people stir up trouble, and hurriedly told the people in the room about mutants.

Just seeing the expression of the CIA director eating flies, I knew that he didn't believe it at all. (To be continued......)

PS: Thank you for the tips of 'Good Life OK' and 'Initial Starch'!