Underground black market.
Caliban, a black market dealer who had just closed up shop, was counting his money with great interest. He was also a Mutant, though his ability was to sense other Mutants.
Thanks to that ability, he had become an outstanding information broker and lived a fairly comfortable life.
Just then, Apocalypse, clad in a black robe, slowly walked in. Caliban felt the temperature plummet and suddenly shivered.
"I was wondering why it felt a little cold!" Caliban set down the money and pointed at the closed iron shutter. "How did you get in?"
"That broken door can't stop me, child." Apocalypse smiled faintly.
"Caliban doesn't think he knows you." Caliban studied Apocalypse curiously. There were very few Mutants he did not know.
As for Apocalypse's appearance, he was not surprised in the slightest. He had seen even stranger Mutants before.
"I am looking for the most powerful Mutants. You can help me."
The moment he finished speaking, a woman carrying a Katana emerged from the back room.
She looked at Apocalypse and instinctively tightened her grip on the Katana. "Is something wrong?"
"It's fine, Psylocke." Caliban waved a hand, signaling her not to worry. "How much can you pay?"
"No money."
Caliban gave a disdainful chuckle. "Caliban said we're closed. Understand?"
Apocalypse removed his hood, revealing his true face. "I need your help, child."
"You don't look like Caliban's father." Caliban rubbed his bald head as he spoke, since Apocalypse did not have a single hair on his head either. "Maybe you look a little alike up here."
The next moment, he pulled open a drawer, swiftly took out a pistol, and aimed it at Apocalypse.
Apocalypse did not react. He merely stared at the pistol with his clouded eyes.
Before Caliban's astonished gaze, the pistol turned