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On the rooftop of the U.S. military base Fortress, under the cover of the thick night, the man known as the "Azazel Demon," who was allied with the Hellfire Club, stood in a blind spot, unnoticed by the surrounding surveillance cameras.

Dressed in a black gentleman's suit, Azazel had crimson skin that appeared dark red in the night. He resembled a bat-like beast, silently leaning against the window, crouching as he spied on the military meeting taking place in the control room.

"Colonel Hendry, once the missiles are deployed in Turkey, we could launch missiles against the Soviet Union that they couldn't intercept. This would be a clear signal that could provoke the Soviets. Are you sure you want to do this?" The senior CIA officer asked, staring at Colonel Hendry with a serious expression.

"Yes," Colonel Hendry replied calmly, his face expressionless. "I still believe that deploying missiles in Turkey is the best way to gain the upper hand. This decision was not made lightly; I've given it considerable thought."

The CIA officer frowned. Previously, Colonel Hendry had been adamantly opposed to the idea, so this sudden 180-degree change was puzzling.

He remembered Agent Moira's earlier report mentioning something suspicious about the Hellfire Club and the possibility that Colonel Hendry had been compromised.

...

After confirming that Colonel Hendry was on their side, Azazel pulled a satellite communicator from his suit pocket, dialed it, and briefly reported, "It's done.

From the other end, Shaw's voice replied softly, "Very good. Keep an eye on him. Once he reaches a remote area, tell him to meet me the day after tomorrow, and he'll get what he wants."

"Understood. Tonight, I-" Azazel started to reply, but his words were suddenly cut off as he seemed to notice something incredible. His beast-like, reddish-brown pupils contracted sharply.

"What's wrong, Azazel? What happened?" Shaw asked in surprise, sensing the unusual tone.

"Let's talk later. I'll report to you when I return."

Azazel swiftly hung up and pocketed the communicator before coldly glancing to the side.

Somehow, without him noticing, a blonde teenager had appeared on the rooftop, standing less than five meters away, quietly observing him.

"You finally noticed me?" Caesar said with a bright smile on his face.

Azazel tensed, his muscles tightening. With his animal instincts, he hadn't even noticed when the boy had approached.

"Are you a mutant too?" Azazel asked cautiously, thinking it was the only explanation for how the boy could have done this.

"Mutant? Not exactly," Caesar replied with a wink. "I'm Kryptonian, not exactly human, so I'm not a mutant with altered or an extra gene."

But those details weren't important.

Caesar looked at Azazel with growing interest and bombarded him with questions, "So, what you just used... is it teleportation? Instant movement? Or is it more of a pinpoint teleportation? Does it have any time or distance limitations?"

"You... saw that?" Azazel's face darkened. He hadn't expected their greatest secret, a crucial part of the Hellfire Club's plan, to be witnessed and revealed by a mere boy.

His thoughts raced and his gaze turned cold on Caesar as he began to feel the urge to kill.

Reading his thoughts, Caesar shrugged. "Thinking of killing me? I'd advise against it."

Azazel remained silent, his hand slowly reaching for the dagger hidden at his waist.

At such close range, his teleportation ability would allow him to appear behind the boy almost instantly and kill him without a sound.

Just as Azazel's hand touched the dagger, preparing to make his move, he felt as if he had fallen into a freezing chamber. Facing Caesar, who stood without any defensive posture, Azazel was overcome by a chill that ran up his spine, freezing both his body and mind.

**Death...**

He was going to die!

Cold sweat poured from Azazel's brow. He was called "Demon" and "Red Devil" not only because of his crimson skin but also because of his beastly senses that had saved his life many times before.

But right now, just before he planned to attack Caesar, he clearly felt the presence of death - if he attacked the boy in front of him, he would definitely die!

Although he hadn't taken action yet, fear had already gripped him to the bone. His mutated genes sounded an alarm, telling him to stay away from this boy.

Azazel's body shuddered and then, with a burst of red flame, he vanished into the void, disappearing from the rooftop of the U.S. Military Base Fortress.

"Wise choice. It's rare that I find a mutated ability that interests me, so don't disappoint me." Watching the red figure disappear before him, Caesar simply smiled, then turned his gaze to the distant forest on the left side of the base.

Ten kilometers away from the Turkish U.S. military base Fortress, in a remote wooded area with no signs of human life.

With a whoosh, a burst of red flame appeared in the air as Azazel arrived in the forest. Leaning against a pine tree with his left hand and wiping the sweat from his forehead with his right sleeve, he muttered to himself in a low voice, "Who the hell is that?"

"Are you talking about me? My name is Caesar."

Without warning, a casual voice came from behind him.

Azazel's hair stood on end as he turned to see Caesar standing five meters behind him, watching him with a bored expression.

"Are you a man or a ghost?" Azazel gasped, his back pressed against the pine.

"Of course I'm human."

Caesar shook his head and looked at Azazel, analyzing, "In less than the blink of an eye, you've moved ten kilometers away. It doesn't seem to be a place-specific teleportation, but a higher teleportation ability, does it?"

Azazel gritted his teeth and transformed into a burst of red flame once more, instantly disappearing into the forest.

"You really are persistent!"

Caesar shook his head in exasperation, then stomped hard on the ground. A white shockwave erupted as fallen leaves scattered in all directions. In the blink of an eye, he broke the sound barrier and shot into the sky.

This time, he didn't stop at a thousand meters, but continued upward, breaking through the atmosphere until he reached near space, where he could see the curved outline of the Earth and bathe in direct sunlight.

Looking down at the blue planet below, Caesar closed his eyes and unleashed his super-hearing. A flood of complex and intricate sounds poured into his ears, which his brain processed at a speed far beyond that of any supercomputer.

"So he fled to America? Just like a rat."

Caesar opened his eyes quickly, focused on one direction, and dove down, becoming a streak of light that tore through the night sky.

In America, Las Vegas.

Almost instantaneously, after crossing three thousand kilometers, Azazel emerged from the void in a burst of red flame and crashed to the sandy desert floor on the outskirts of the city.

"Ha... ha..."

Azazel struggled to his feet from the sand, panting heavily. Successive long-distance teleportations had drained a considerable amount of his energy.

But at least he was lucky to have escaped that monster named Caesar.

Azazel's throat was dry, and when he spotted a grocery store a few dozen meters away, he didn't care about his strange appearance and started walking toward it.

As he approached the desert roadside store, a gust of wind blew in, and in a daze, Azazel thought he saw someone waving at him from the store's entrance.

"A hallucination?" Azazel stood there, stunned.

Caesar was sitting in a chair outside the store, casually drinking a beer. He shook an unopened bottle at Azazel and said, "Thirsty? How about taking a break and having a cold beer?"

...**(End of Chapter)**

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