Marvel's Gene Collection System

Chapter 038: The CIA

Chapter 038: The CIA

“Furthermore, Charles, you must know that Mutant’s power is far beyond ordinary humans. Humans are selfish and cruel races. There is an old saying in the East that if you are not a race, your heart must be different! Fear, rejection, estrangement, and ultimately, confrontation Inevitable!” Smir looked at Charles, shook the red wine in his hand, and said faintly.

“I know I know!”

Charles lowered his head dejectedly: “But war will bring destruction and will bring harm. I… don’t want to see all that.”

“Well, if this is your ideal, I can help you.”

Smir turned his head and looked at Charles: “Peaceful, gentle realization of evolutionary substitution, realization of elimination, this is simply an ideal state. However, if you wish to do this, I can help. Although this is obviously an impossible task.”

“So I also have my goals, don’t I? I can give all Mutants a shelter. When they are tired or do not want to participate in the battle between humans and Mutants, I can give them a peace of mind. A place, a new home, this is the Garden of Eden.” Smir chuckled lightly.

“Thank you! Smir!”

Charles raised his head, smiled at Smir, and said: “You guy, since I knew you, you have been so lazy. Your power is very powerful, stronger than all Mutants. Copying Ability is simply cheating. Normal power. If you can help me, I believe that humans will definitely accept us Mutant.”

“No, no, it’s not lazy. With revolutionary pioneers like you, I just need to guard the rear, don’t I? Cheers to our friendship.” Smir chuckled lightly.

“That said, cheers!”

Charles also picked up a glass of red wine, bumped into Smir’s glass, and drank it.

“Huh? The trouble is coming!”

Suddenly, Smir and Charles raised their heads at the same time and looked out the door.

There stood a beautiful and capable woman. CIA agent from America.

“So, I hate trouble. Charles will leave it to you. This guy should have come to you, my Stark Manor. How long has no one cares? You will have trouble coming home as soon as you come.” Smir lay down again. On the recliner, he looked like Ge You paralyzed, which was extremely comfortable.

“It’s just a coincidence. Also, isn’t there a housekeeper in your manor?” Charles muttered, unmoved.

Soon, the beautiful and capable woman walked to the swimming pool with a smile and nodded to the five Smir: “My name is Mike. Mike Gretel! I hope my arrival will not disturb you.”

“I want to deduct the housekeeper’s salary. Although the arrival of the beautiful lady is pleasant, but…obviously I did not invite you, Miss Gretel.”

Smir picked up the wine glass and shook it gently, the bright red wine swirling in the glass, revealing a refreshing aroma of wine.

“Your housekeeper is very competent, Mr. Smir.”

Grete reached out and took out a document, and shook it towards Smir: “Obviously, I was able to come in because your butler knew this document.”

“Wow, CIA!”

Smir curled his lips with greasiness. The CIA, the Pacific Police.

Smir turned to look at Charles, and said solemnly, “Did you see it? Charles, my handsome appearance has already alarmed the CIA.”

“Ha ha!”

Charles laughed.

“Smir, you are so thick-skinned that alarmed the CIA!”

Emma emerged from the pool, chuckled, jokingly.

“You dare to laugh at your man, you don’t ask for mercy tonight.” Smir snorted with a smile, and Emma quickly dived into the water and slipped away.

Jubilation Lee crawled out of the pool, smiled and walked to Smir’s side. After taking a sip of red wine, he kissed Smir’s lips and passed the red wine in.

Smir covered Jubilation Lee’s hip with a big hand. Jubilation Lee has not forgotten to train in gymnastics over the years. His body is protruding forward and back, and the texture is full.

“Uh… although you are indeed handsome, but… I am afraid you will be disappointed, Mr. Smir, I’m here to see Charles!” A look of disgust flashed in Grete’s eyes. What she hates most is Smir. Playboy.

“Look at Smir, your charm has been lost to Charles!”

Raven walked over, sat directly on Smir’s lap, grabbed the wine glass in Smir’s hand, took a sip of the red wine, and gave Smir a weird smile.

Smir got angry and slapped Raven’s ass directly.

“The charm of a man lies in the connotation, not the appearance.”

Charles raised his head at Smir ostentatiously, and got up from the recliner: “This world doesn’t look at the face, it looks at talent!”

“No, no, that’s because you have nothing more than talent! Men don’t just want talents, they also need to be handsome. And I’m that kind of person.”

Smir chuckled lightly, and cursed Charles.

“Smir, you are still shameless as always! And…it’s so superficial, you can’t see me inside.”

Charles gave Smir a grateful look, stretched out his hand and shook hands with Grete: “Miss Grete, let’s talk over there, stay away from these shallow people.”

“As you wish!”

(End of this chapter)*