Super Detective in the Fictional World

Scott, who usually looks at Saji, is quite talented in combat.

His mind turns fast and he makes decisions firmly.

In one taxi, Scott came to the front cover of the car from the front windshield. He stretched his hand down and an alloy steel cable flew to the ground in front of him.

At the same time, his body instantly returned to its original state, an somersault.

One end of the steel cable shot into the ground also became larger and thicker. In the flip, Scott took the opportunity to shoot the other end of the cable into the roof of the Mercedes Benz.

Duang!

Darren in the back row suddenly saw half of a barbed cable head in front of him, and he was startled.

If this thing goes a little further back, don't you stick it in his forehead?

Immediately, the steel cable was tightened, and the body was firmly connected to the ground, and Mercedes-Benz had to stop.

Darren's face was full of stern expression, and he opened the window a little, and the body wrapped in the yellow and black uniform suddenly shrank and flew out from the gap in the window.

Scott fell to the ground when he saw a small yellow-black dot flashing.

He subconsciously shrank his body and avoided the blow.

...

Inside 480 Winter Street, there is still a happy and warm family gathering scene.

In the backyard, the men drank beer and ate barbecue and bragged the cow ratio, the women muttered gossip, and the children set up a small table tennis table on the other side without the oven to practice.

Everything is so beautiful and harmonious.

Suddenly, two mosquito-like black spots entangled and got into the next garden, and then one of them was kicked and flew over the flowers into the backyard of No. 840.

Scott, who was kicked, looked at the swiftly approaching barbecue basin and the faintly red charcoal fire under the "huge" grid, he slumped in his heart, and decisively enlarged his body.

Clang!

With a loud noise, the entire barbecue basin and the rest of the barbecue on it were knocked off and scattered everywhere.

All the adults and children turned their heads subconsciously and saw a guy wearing a helmet and weird clothes lying on the ground, clutching his old waist and screaming.

Just now, dozens of kilograms of barbecue pots were knocked off, and Scott's waist was knocked hard.

Another small point was also instantly enlarged, and Darren appeared on the stage wearing a yellow and black uniform.

Compared with the gray-looking Ant-Man uniform, his yellow-black uniform is much more eye-catching.

The yellow lens on the mask has two arthropod-like spikes on the back, which looks very cruel.

Darren turned to look at Maggie, who was already holding her daughter Cathy back quietly, and then turned her head and sneered: "It just so happens that today I want you to taste the taste of losing everything."

Scott, who was lying on the ground and rubbing his old waist, also paid attention to Darren's actions, his expression was extremely ugly: "Master brake, if you have the ability, you come to me."

Darren grinned, his back swaying slightly: "As you wish."

Before he finished his words, his body shrank suddenly and flew towards Scott, with two small thorns shooting out two small blue lasers.

Scott moved almost at the same time, tumbling to avoid the blue laser.

A small hole was shot out by a blue laser on the grass where he was lying, and white smoke came out.

Darren smiled triumphantly: What bullshit Ant-Man can't compare to his Yellowjacket!Let your family reunite later!

Thinking like this in his mind, he speeded up and rushed towards Scott.

After a tumbling to avoid the blue laser, Scott was thinking about getting up, only to see that his hand touched an object on the ground.

There was a flash of inspiration in his mind, and he smoothly grabbed the item pressed under his hand, turned around and shoved, aiming at the reduced Darren, which was a "round smash".

Duang!

The extremely flexible blue rubber slammed Darren's body and flew him out.

Darren with a big bean dot traverses an arc like a fly and falls into a blue mosquito killer on the porch.

Crackling!

A small arc flashed on the mosquito killer lamp, and a puff of blue smoke appeared and there was no movement.

Scott was taken aback and looked down at the table tennis racket in his hand: so easy to use?It seems that I still have a talent for playing table tennis.

Thinking about this, he stood up a little bit hard, took a few steps, and passed the table tennis racket in his hand to a shocked little girl.

The racket originally belonged to her, but the movement of him knocking over the grill just now scared her away when she swung the racket.

The little girl glanced at the racket blankly, and then at Scott's weird mask: "Wow, mom, save me! There's a weirdo!"

The little girl who made a terrible scream and howl in her mouth disappeared with a scream like this.

Scott looked at the others awkwardly: "Well, I'm fine..."

boom!

A group of people took their children and ran away: Ghosts believe you!This weird look is not a good thing!

Scott smiled bitterly and shook his head, took a few steps, and put the racket on the next table.

Just when he wanted to get to the mosquito killer to see Darren's situation, two people popped out of the back door on the side.

They raised their pistols and shouted: "SFPD! Don't move, raise your hands! You beeping raise your hands!"

Scott turned around reluctantly and raised his hand slowly: "Do you want me to stop or raise your hand! Paxton."

As he said, he pressed his face mask and revealed his face.

The current husband of Scott’s ex-wife, his daughter’s stepfather, and the San Francisco Police Department’s second-level constable Paxton’s face was incredulous: "Scott? Why are you here?" He put the gun back in his waist. set.

Scott heaved a sigh of relief, put down his hands and walked to the two of them: "Paxton, listen to me slowly explain to you..."

After Paxton inserted the gun back into its sleeve, he took out a "gun" from the waist on the other side and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

The taser's electric dart plunged into Scott, who was close at hand.

Zi Zi Zi!

Scott froze and fell to the ground convulsively, with only one thought in his mind: Paxton, WDNMD!Actually play a sneak attack.

But no matter what he wanted to scold, he couldn't scold him, convulsing all over his body, and could only be caught by Paxton and the police colleague.

But when the three of them were tossing here, Badaren the mosquito was struggling on the mosquito lamp, worse than Scott.

But the yellow jacket gave him a certain amount of protection, so that he did not lose consciousness, he could only look at the taken away Scott with hatred: bastard!You wait for me, I must kill you, and then kill your whole family!

Suddenly, the mosquito killer lights up suddenly.

Darren fainted when his eyes went dark.

Before he fell into a coma, a thought flashed in his mind: What's going on?

Snapped!

The Paxton appliance brake also tripped, causing an exclamation and noise.

On the blackened mosquito lamp, Darren who had lost consciousness suddenly disappeared.

A transparent shadow quietly left in the dark, no one knew he had been here.

Half an hour later, Scott returned to the three-story building in the woods on the outskirts of the city with a look of disappointment.

He entered the door to the living room, and saw Dr. Pim and Hope look over.

Scott gave a slightly uncomfortable cough: "What's the matter?"