I Am In Marvel

In the van parked on the side of the road, the atmosphere in the car was very depressed. The three accomplices stared straight at Scott, their faces were as ugly as they thought they were cakes, but they ate a mouthful of feces.

"So, we worked hard all night and got this old motorcycle suit?"

The corner of the fat man's mouth twitched slightly, looking at Scott's hands, the strange clothes stolen from the double security door of the villa.

Another companion added: "To be more precise, it is a bizarre motorcycle hand suit. I don't want these second-hand clothes even if they are sold online for five dollars."

"What else can I do, let's withdraw first, this time it's a rollover."

The fat man sighed heavily, drove the van, and quickly left the villa area.

Scott looked down at the uniform in his hand, and his intuition as a former engineer told him that this suit could never be just a simple motorcycle suit.

Will the motorcycle jersey be put behind the Carbondale security door? And it was covered with dust. Obviously, someone had treasured it for many years, and it was not a mistake to put it in it.

The most important thing is the material of this suit, as well as the matching helmet style, which he has never seen before...

With a lot of doubts, Scott returned home with the accomplice of the crime. No matter what, everything was stolen, and it was impossible to put it back, right?

The crime team did not notice that there were dozens of ants on the wall of the target villa, acting as monitors in different corners, monitoring everything that happened inside and outside the house just now.

On the other side, in the basement of a villa somewhere.

Hank Pym and Hope haven't fallen asleep yet, they are sitting in front of the screen, quietly watching the vans of Scott and others leave.

"How." Hank Pym looked at his daughter with a smile.

Hope's beautiful face was stern, and he folded his arms around his chest.

"I mean his skill, courage, and wisdom."

Hank Pym narrowed his eyes. As a generation of Ant-Man, he naturally knew very well what special talents he had to have to become an Ant-Man.

Hope didn't speak, as if tacitly, thinking about: "Now the battle suit is in his hands, then what?"

"Go back to sleep, at least wait for him to try once..."

Hank Pym was like an old fox, with a meaningful look under his glasses.

the next morning.

The dazzling sunlight fell on the head of the bed from the window. After waking up sleepily, Scott went to the bathroom to wash his face in slippers, just to see the dark red uniform thrown by the washbasin last night.

Originally wanted to put it in the washing machine to wash it first, but after thinking about it, Scott decided to try it on, so he took off his clothes and put the strange uniform from his feet to his neck.

Before he was about to put on the helmet, Scott suddenly pulled out a test tube full of liquid on his clothes, which was marked "Pym Particles" in English.

"Pym particles? Are they placed here?"

Scott found an inner tank at the waist of the uniform that could just fit the reagent. He didn't think too much about it. After stuffing the Pym particle test tube into the inner tank, he brought the matching helmet on.

Scott put on a strange uniform, stood in front of the washbasin, looked at himself in the mirror, and muttered to himself, "The style of this dress is a bit like an ant... Yes, it's an ant."

"The main use is..."

Scott saw the glove part of the uniform, there was a red button, he tried pressing it, and...

at the same time.

On the roof of Scott's house, a cloud of red mist fell from the sky, and a mysterious man wearing an armor and cloak appeared from it.

Quentin looked down at the house below coldly, stretched out his hands, and a cyan whirlwind emerged from it. As it continued to rotate, it turned into a tornado with a radius of two meters in the blink of an eye. It also showed a physical monster with facial features and hands. .

Wind element monster.

"Go, go." Quentin stretched out his hand and pointed to the bottom of the house, and the wind element monster immediately flew down.

At this time, Scott's home.

"Scott, are you there?"

The fat man had just bought breakfast from outside and wanted to ask Scott to eat with him. He just opened the door of the room and found that he had already woken up, but no matter how he looked in the house, he could not find where Scott was.

"Strange. Where did that guy go so early?"

The fat man looked at the empty bathroom and returned to the hall in surprise. He didn't see a tiny creature like an ant on the washbasin waving and shouting at him.

"Scott, if you're not here, I'll have breakfast first."

The fat-cheeked man finally said a word, sitting on the dining chair, just took out a piece of butter bread, but the doors and windows on the first floor were suddenly knocked open by the strong wind.

Bang! !

Carrying countless rubble and glass, the strong wind ravaged and ravaged everything in the room, and the huge physical monster formed by the blue wind forcibly broke into the house, stretched out a giant hand and pinched the fat man in his hand.

"Don't, don't kill me!"

Facing the sudden change, the fat-cheeked man was almost scared to pee, and what met his gaze was the giant, vague and terrifying face of the Wind Elemental Monster.

"Hand over that suit!" The Wind Elemental Monster growled at the fat man with the cheeks, exhaling a strong wind that blew his hair and cheeks crooked.

"What clothes?" The fat man with cheeks was stunned and didn't react for a while.

"The suit you got!" The Wind Elemental Monster continued to shout strangely, and the strong wind mixed with sand made the fat man's cheeks hurt.

The fat man said hurriedly: "Yes, yes, we got a set of clothes, but it's not in my hands, it's with Scott! But now Scott is not at home!!"

"Hand over, or die!"

The wind elemental monster made a threat to himself, and part of his body ravaged and destroyed the furniture and walls in the house.

"It's really not in my hands!" The fat man with the cheeks cried with a sad face, and his neck was pinched and he almost couldn't breathe.

on the roof of the house.

Quentin frowned, the intelligent aircraft scanned and detected, and indeed did not find the man named Scott, nor did he find the existence of the Ant-Man suit.

How is it possible that people who never leave the house just disappear for no reason?

Before Quentin could think too much, a black spot suddenly appeared in front of him. He looked up sharply and saw that the black spot kept getting closer and enlarged, and soon it turned into a big tree...

Tree?

Quentin hurriedly flew to dodge, and the uprooted pine tree crashed onto the roof where he was staying, flattening the head of the house.

Quentin's pupils shrank slightly, and he flew in the air. He looked 100 meters away, but couldn't see half a person.

"Who is it? He threw a tree over from such a long distance. Is this a warning to me?"

Quentin lowered his head and thought for a while, smiled coldly, and chose to retreat with the red mist.

After Quentin left, the wind element monster in the house changed from solid to incorporeal, and soon dissipated like the wind.

The fat man fell to the ground softly, and touched his neck with lingering fears.

"Fat, are you alright?"

The door of the bathroom suddenly opened, and Scott, who was still wearing an Ant-Man uniform, held his helmet in his hand, rushed out of the bathroom in surprise, and ran towards the fat man on the ground.

"Where did you go just now?" The fat man looked at Scott with a pale face.

"I have no idea."

Scott shook his head and took a deep breath: "I only know that we have to return this dress as soon as possible, otherwise there will be a big accident!"