I Am In Marvel

Parked in the van by the highway, the atmosphere in the car was very depressing. The three accomplices stared directly at Scott, with ugly faces as if they thought they were cakes, but they took a bite of feces.

"So, we tossed all night, and what we got was this old motorcycle suit?"

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

Another companion added: “To be more precise, it’s a bizarre motorcycle suit. I don’t want this second-hand clothing on the Internet even for five dollars.”

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

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

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

Will the motorcycle gown be placed behind the Carbendale security door?Moreover, it was covered with dust. Obviously, someone had cherished it for many years, and it was not put in it by mistake.

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

With all doubts, Scott returned home with his accomplices. In any case, the things were stolen. It is impossible to put them back again, right?

The criminal 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.

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

Hank Pym and Hope were not asleep yet, they sat in front of the screen, watching the van leaving Scott and others quietly.

"How about it." Hank Pim looked at his daughter with a smile.

Hope Jiao had a cold face, folded his hands on his chest, and said humbly: "Really a veritable thief."

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

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

Hope did not speak, as if tacitly acquiescing, thinking: "Now the suit is in his hands, then what?"

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

Hank Pym is like an old fox, his eyes under his lenses have a meaningful look.

the next morning.

The glare of sunlight fell on the bedside from the window. After Scott woke up sleepily, he wore slippers to the bathroom to rinse his face and just saw the dark red uniform thrown beside the wash plate last night.

Originally wanted to put it in the washing machine for a while, Scott thought for a while, but decided to try it on, so he took off his clothes and put the bizarre uniform from his toes to his neck.

Before he was about to put on his helmet, Scott suddenly found a test tube filled with liquid on his clothes, and it was marked'Pim Particles' in English.

"Pim particles? Are they placed like this?"

At the waist of his uniform, Scott found an inner tank that just fits the reagents. He didn't think too much about it. After inserting the Pim particle test tube into the inner tank, he brought the matching helmet with him.

Scott, wearing a curious uniform, standing in front of the wash plate, looking at himself in the mirror, muttered to himself: "The style of this dress is a bit like an ant...yes, it is an ant."

"The main purpose is..."

Scott saw the red button on the glove part of the uniform. He pressed it while trying, and then...

at the same time.

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

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

The wind element is strange.

"Go, go." Quentin reached out and pointed towards the room, and the Wind Elemental Monster immediately flew down under his command.

At this time, Scott's home.

"Scott, are you here, Scott?"

The fat man had just bought breakfast from outside and wanted to ask Scott to have it together. He just opened the door of the room and found out that he had gotten up, but no matter how he looked in the house, he didn't find Scott where he was.

"It's 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 ant-like creature on the wash tray waving and shouting at him.

"Scott, if you are not here, I will eat breakfast first."

The fat man said at last, 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!!

With countless broken stones and glass, the strong wind ravaged everything in the room. The huge physical monster formed by the blue wind forcibly broke into the house, stretched out his huge hand and pinched the fat man with the cheek in his hand.

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

Facing the sudden change, the fat man with the cheeks almost freaked out. What met him was the vague and terrifying giant face of the wind element.

"Hand over that set of clothes!" The wind element monster snarled at the fat man with cheeks, exhaling the strong wind and slanting his hair and cheeks.

"What clothes?" The Fatty Man was stunned and didn't react for a while.

"The clothes you got!" The Wind Elemental Monster continued to cried out strangely, and the fat man's cheeks were in pain due to the strong wind mixed with sand.

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

"Hand it over, or die!"

The wind element monster made a threat of self-consciousness, and part of the body tortured and destroyed the furniture and walls in the house.

"It's really not in my hands!" The fat man with cheeks was crying, his neck was pinched and he was almost out of breath.

On the roof of the house.

Quentin frowned, and the smart aircraft scanned and detected. Indeed, he 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 have never left the house disappear for no reason?

Before Quentin thought too much, a black spot suddenly appeared in front of him. He looked up keenly, and saw the black spot constantly approaching here, zooming in, and quickly evolved into a big tree...

tree?

Quentin hurriedly flew to dodge, the uprooted pine tree crashed and fell on the roof where he had stayed, and the head of the house was directly levelled.

Quentin's pupils contracted slightly, flying in the air, looking a hundred meters away, but he couldn't see a half figure.

"Who the hell? Throwing a tree over from such a distance. Is this warning me?"

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

After Quentin left, the wind element monster in the house changed from a physical to an incorporeal body, and quickly dissipated like the wind.

The fat man fell directly on the ground, touching his neck with lingering fears.

"Fatty, are you okay?"

The door to the bathroom suddenly opened, and Scott, still wearing an Ant-Man uniform, holding a helmet in his hand, rushed out of the bathroom in surprise and ran towards the fat man on the floor.

"Where did you go?" The Fatty Man looked at Scott with a pale face.

"I do not know."

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