I Am in Marvel with Unlimited Cards

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At noon, under the bright sunshine, on a main road in the outskirts of New York.

A classic SUV was cruising steadily. Hank was driving, while Charles, in the front passenger seat, still looked weathered with his beard but had changed into a clean and casual outfit.

Knowing that Raven and the apocalyptic disaster in the future were related, and that they needed to rescue the rebellious Magneto, both Charles and Hank looked serious and preoccupied.

In the back seat of the SUV were Caesar and Azazel, both wearing sunglasses and enjoying red wine from their glasses, which contrasted sharply with Hank and Charles's tense demeanor. 

To an outsider, they might appear to be on a leisurely vacation.

Hank sighed and said anxiously, "I have to ask you both, can you please be mindful of the atmosphere? Raven was once your student. Also, with you two around, why are we using this mode of transportation?"

Caesar smiled naturally and said, "As I mentioned before, the initiative in this matter lies with you. Whether Azazel and I intervene or not is yet to be seen. At least for now, I have no intention of taking action."

"Fine."

Hank had no choice but to accept. At least with Caesar and Azazel accompanying them, their safety was assured, which was like having the strongest insurance.

"If you two are not going to take action, we'll see if the helper this future cat found for us is useful," Charles said while crossing his arms and lowering his gaze to the Garfield cat, which was sitting by the car window, acting like a car ornament and constantly pointing the way.

Under Logan's guidance, the SUV eventually stopped in front of a villa-style residence. As they got out of the car, Caesar seemed to notice something, his hand with the wine glass slightly trembling, and a knowing smile appeared on his face.

It turned out that the helper who could break through any place was him...

"Is this the place?" Hank asked, looking at Garfield in surprise. Garfield ignored him and walked with feline grace toward the wooden door.

After pressing the doorbell, a beautiful woman quickly opened the door. Seeing the group outside, she hurriedly bowed and apologized, "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry. Did he steal something again? I'll pay the full price!"

"Master, there's something off about this place," Azazel said, pointing to the doormat and speaking in a low voice to Caesar.

The doormat looked as if it had been trampled countless times, with almost all the pile worn away, leaving marks as if a train had run over it.

Caesar smiled but said nothing. Although Azazel was often overly cautious and alarmed, this time he was right. Something was wrong with this place, and the reason was that a unique ability existed here.

"We need to see him," Charles said straightforwardly.

"Sure, he's down below," The woman said, graciously inviting them to the basement.

**In the Basement**

As Charles and his group entered the room, they saw it was filled with various entertainment options, including a ping-pong table and arcade games. The walls and corners were stacked with all kinds of goods, from expensive televisions to drinks and snacks, all in bulk.

A silver-haired youth in a jacket was sitting in front of the arcade machine, playing a game. His hands moved so quickly over the keyboard that they left an afterimage, surpassing human visual limits.

"Are you Pietro?" Charles squinted to keep his eyes from blurring.

"Yes, you can also call me Quicksilver. What do you want? I've been home all day, and haven't gone out."

With a whoosh, Quicksilver became a blur, leaving the arcade machine. He picked up a ping-pong paddle and started playing a fast-paced game of ping-pong with himself.

In less than three seconds, Quicksilver appeared to have tired of the game. He lay back on the sofa with his legs up and looked at Charles and the others.

"Don't worry, we're not police," Charles said.

"Of course, you're not, or else how would you have come in a rental car?" Quicksilver said with a knowing look.

Charles was surprised, "You haven't been out, how do you know we came in a rental car?"

"I went out to check when you arrived. I also glanced at your rental contract. Are you from the FBI?"

Quicksilver smirked proudly and then with another whoosh, disappeared from the sofa.

In an instant, Charles felt a gust of wind pass by him, and Quicksilver was already behind him, holding his ID and reading it. He concluded, "Oh, not the FBI. Xavier Institute —what is that place?"

"That was just the old..."

Charles's eyes grew brighter. He knew many Mutants, but he had never seen such extraordinary abilities.

"Is it teleportation?" Hank was equally puzzled.

"No." Azazel's expression was more serious than ever. He vaguely saw the Master's shadow in Quicksilver.

"He is just incredibly fast."

Caesar calmly observed Quicksilver. Quicksilver noticed him too and, like a gust of wind, disappeared from his spot. When he used his super-speed ability, time seemed to freeze for a moment.

"With a bodyguard even when going out, I want to see who you are."

Quicksilver ignored the motionless Charles and the others, heading directly towards Caesar. But when he reached Caesar, he was shocked to find a pair of eyes quietly looking down at him.

"How is this possible..."

Quicksilver's mouth dropped open in astonishment. But while experiencing the world at super speed, communication was impossible. He staggered and nearly fell, only to be gently pushed back into place by a hand.

*Smack!!*

To the others, it looked as if two gusts of wind collided in the room, and then a figure was sent flying, with Quicksilver ending up back on the sofa.

Disheveled and uncertain, Quicksilver stood up and stared at Caesar with wide eyes, "Did you just see me? Not only did you see me, but you also kept up with my speed?"

"You were moving so slowly, of course, I could see you," Caesar shrugged.

The others looked at each other, unsure of what to say. Slow? They had no idea what had just happened! Their eyes and senses couldn't keep up even a little.

"You."

Quicksilver swallowed, "You wouldn't happen to be my dad, would you? No, you're too young. Maybe my brother!"

"Kid, watch your words!" Azazel glared at Quicksilver. Even he, who had teleportation abilities, couldn't stop Quicksilver from approaching Caesar.

"Alright, Quicksilver."

Charles interrupted, getting straight to the point, "I need your help to infiltrate a heavily guarded place and rescue someone."

"Sure, no problem!" Quicksilver agreed readily.

"You don't have any conditions?" Charles asked curiously.

"Yes."

Quicksilver pointed at Caesar, excitedly, "I want to race him and see who runs faster!"

**(End of Chapter)**