Chapter 544: A Dumb?
The days became calm again.
But this is the most comfortable state for the Mike family.
Gwen went to junior high school, and as if he had suddenly grown up, he began to fiddle with himself and bought cosmetics and the like.
Little Lamb also did well at school and had a bunch of friends, although of course his identity as a Kent family was kept secret.
Eric is busy with the development and release of new future technology products.
After this period of time, the products of the future technology company have been widely recognized, and the products of the future technology company have also expanded from smart products such as mobile phones to other fields, such as medical care, energy and so on.
As for Charles, he is still busy with the education of Kent Star, and by the way he assumes the responsibility of the mayor of Kent City, and he is very busy every day.
And Clark, the most relaxed of the three adult children of the Kenta family, besides going to work every day, is falling in love, and living a very relaxed life every day.
In San Francisco, Clark and Hope's apartment at night.
Clark hugged Hope, and the two were lying on the bed intimately.
"Huha..." Hope yawned and murmured, "Sometimes, I really envy you."
"Envy me? What's wrong?"
Clark smiled and kissed Hope's forehead.
"Energetic! No matter how many things you do every day, you won't get tired."
Hope's words were full of envy.
"Are you tired these days?"
Clark asked with concern.
Hope nodded, replied in a low voice, looked at Clark's concerned eyes, and finally couldn't hold back, and said, "Darren's experiment is almost complete."
Darren Krauss, the current manager of Pym Technologies, was put in charge of Pym Technologies after he pushed Hank Pym out of the company.
"Experiment? What experiment?"
Clark frowned.
Hope's work,
Clark never asked, and this time Hopken offered to say, and he listened happily.
"Pym particles, you know?"
"Pym particle? Isn't that what Uncle Hank developed and used on the Ant-Man suit?"
Clark frowned.
Speaking of Pym particles, Clark also admired Hank Pym.
This kind of thing can be used in many places, and it is enough to change the world, but it will also bring great hidden dangers to the world. If it is used in weapons, it will change the current pattern of the world.
In mastering such a powerful thing, Hank Pym has always kept a low profile and kept this thing well, which is very rare.
"Yeah, that's it."
Hope leaned on Clark's arms tiredly: "Darren has always wanted to replicate the Pym particle, and now there has been a breakthrough."
Looking at Hope's worried expression, Clark guessed, "He's going to use this to make weapons?"
"That's right."
Hope sighed and said, "He is very ambitious. He wants to use the Pym particles he copied to continuously develop various weapons and make himself one of the figures with the right to speak in the world."
If the other party really mastered the Pym particle and let it flood, Hope had no doubts about the other party's success rate.
"What are you going to do with it?"
Clark kissed Hope on the forehead.
Hope is a responsible woman, and Clark had already guessed the other party's choice when he asked this question.
"I want to get rid of Darren's experiment and his experimental data."
Darren Krause was a student of Hank Pym, and his current experiments are based on Hank Pym's experimental data. As long as the experimental data and the manufactured samples are disposed of, Darren The chances of Klaas making an experiment again are not high.
"I'll help you."
Clark pondered and asked.
Hope shook his head and said: "This is not what Superman should do, and I can handle this kind of thing myself, but the premise..."
"The premise is that Uncle Hank gave you the Ant-Man suit?"
"No, not the Ant-Man suit, but the Wasp suit."
"Wasp?" Clark frowned. "How many suits does Uncle Hank have?"
"It's not his, it's... my mother's." Hope's face darkened and he said slowly, "She is a very gentle and strong woman."
Clark listened quietly, knowing that right now he was only fit to be a listener.
"During one of Hank's operations with her, she shrunk down to the atomic level and sacrificed herself to stop a missile that was about to explode."
Speaking of which, she showed a wry smile.
"Just because Hank didn't bring her back, my relationship with Hank became so stiff."
"It wasn't until a few years ago that Hank told me the truth about what happened that year, and my relationship with Hank eased."
"For so many years, he has suffered more than me."
Clark kissed Hope lightly. "I guess Uncle Hank declined your offer."
"Yes." Hope nodded and said angrily, "He underestimated me too much."
"No, I don't see it that way."
Clark said solemnly: "I think he is worried, even a little afraid, afraid of losing you, just like losing your mother."
"So, he still doesn't trust my ability! I'm sure of success!"
"You are his only relative."
Hope fell silent.
"If you need help, let me know, okay?"
Clark held Hope and used some strength. When Hope looked at him, he stared into Hope's eyes and said seriously, "I can't lose you."
Hope was stunned for a moment, and with a sweet heart, he answered in a low voice.
...
Scott Long.
As a re-employment officer with a criminal record, he suffered a lot during this time.
He has a master's degree in electrical engineering, but no one even wants to sell ice cream.
The most important thing is that he has an ex-wife and a daughter. Although he has been divorced, his daughter will always be his daughter. He wants to give all good things to his daughter.
But the fact is that he can't even pay his daughter's alimony on time, and he can't even give his daughter a decent birthday present.
If he fails to pay child support and fails to fulfill his responsibilities as a father, his ex-wife will refuse him to see his daughter.
So, for the sake of his daughter, he decided to take another risk and do his old job again.
steal!
Steal an old man.
According to the information obtained by his accomplices in advance, the old man was alone at home. Although a couple of men and women went to live there from time to time, they would only go there once for a long time. In addition, the old man would not be at home for the next week, so they would The target was on the old man.
Of course, there is a more important reason, that is, there is a vault in the old man's house.
Think about it...
An old man, a vault, and when those two combine, it means they're going to make a fortune.
So, after they devised a beautiful plan, they got to work.
Scott Lang slipped into the old man's house, turned off the alarm, opened the combination lock, and opened the safety door...
When he went through a series of challenges, he finally burst into the safe, only to have a motorcyclist's uniform.
Scott Lang's head went blank in an instant, as if struck by lightning.
He was busy working in vain, but he took the dress away by ghosts.
The next day, after he saw the clothes, his head twitched and he put on the clothes curiously.
He really didn't understand why a piece of clothing that looked so ordinary was placed in such a tight place.
And after he put it on, he understood.
I don't know what switch was flipped, and he shrank, as small as an ant.
After he had shrunk, and after a series of adventures, a strange old voice rang in his ears.
Frightened, he immediately decided to return the evil sect's clothes.
But he came to the old man's house again, and after climbing over the wall, he was caught by the police and thrown into the cell.
Just when he was desperate, he saw the old man, an old man named Hank Pym.
It turned out that all this was the old man's plan.
From his accomplices getting the news about the old man to the time he sneaked in and stole the suit, it was all within the old man's plan.
However, now Hank Pym offers him two options, one is to work for him, the other is to go to jail.
For his daughter, he had no choice at all,
So, after using the battle suit provided by the old man, he shrank and escaped from the prison riding a flying ant.
It's a pity that because of the first time he rode an ant to fly, he was shaken and his head dizzy, and he fainted directly.
The experience of these two days is like a movie, constantly playing in Scott Lang's mind.
He cried out in pain, trying to break free from this nightmare.
But the more he struggled, the more painful it was, until he fell from the sky, he screamed and woke up suddenly.
Looking at Scott Lang who sat up suddenly, Hank Pym, who was sitting across from the bed, said lightly, "You're awake."
"This is that?"
Scott Lang shook his head.
"My home."
Hank Pym got up and said slowly: "You wake up at about the same time as I expected. If it is later, I will doubt whether your physique is up to the job."
Upon hearing this, Scott Lang blinked, fell onto the bed without hesitation, and murmured, "I'm still sleeping, just sleepwalking."
Hank Pym looked at Scott Lang blankly and said, "Come down for breakfast within a minute, or those little guys will have a close contact with you."
Saying that, some ants crawled onto Scott Lang's bed.
One eye of Scott Lang pulled a slit, and after looking at it, he continued to remain motionless.
Isn't it just some ants?
He just doesn't care.
"These little guys are giant tropical bullet ants. If they get bitten, hehe..."
When the words fell, Hank Pym turned and left.
Scott Lang opened his eyes, carefully lifted the quilt, and walked downstairs.
He'd heard the names of these ants, and he didn't want to be bitten.
It was his last stubbornness just now.
He reluctantly went downstairs to the living room, looked at Hank Pym who was having breakfast, strode over, and sat opposite Hank Pym.
"What the hell do you want me to do?"
"Have breakfast first."
Hank Pym said lightly, while drinking coffee, he picked up today's newspaper.
Scott Lang pouted, picked up the bread, and smeared himself with bright red jam.
Seeing this scene, Hank Pym's face flashed with surprise, and after his eyes swept over the bright red 'Jam', he showed a smile.
Scott Lang took a big mouthful of bread and chewed in his mouth...
Suddenly, his body froze, his face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and with a painful cry, he spat out the bread in his mouth.
"Ah! So spicy! So spicy!"
He screamed, jumped up from the chair, stuck out his tongue, gasped in pain, picked up a glass of milk and poured it down.
"Ah! No! It's still so spicy! What is this?"
He stared at Hank Pym and asked inarticulately.
"My own chili sauce!"
Hank Pym calmly pushed his glasses.
Chili, because he has made a lot of somersaults on this thing, in order to defeat Mike, he has been secretly training his ability to eat spicy food.
Now, he can't live without this thing, and he is eating more and more spicy food.
Scott Lang was so smeared just now, he thought that the other party also liked spicy food, but...
Disappointment flashed across Hank Pym's face.
"Hey! Sigh!"
Scott Lang exhaled, feeling like his mouth was on fire, and the whole mouth was gone.
damn it!
How can there be a pervert who eats chili sauce in the morning?
Is this chili sauce? It's just poison, right?
Scott Lang kept panting, filling himself with water and milk.
After a few minutes, he felt much better, opened his mouth, but made no sound.
"?"
Scott Lang was blank, while Hank Pym, who was looking at him, was twitching wildly at the corners of his mouth.
"Ah! Abba, Abba!"
Scott Lang pointed at the mouth that didn't seem to be his own, with a worried expression on his face.
"Pfft! Hahahaha!"
Hank Pym couldn't help laughing.
Scott Lang was stunned, turned around and rushed into the bathroom.
In the mirror, a man with two sausages hanging on his face was staring at him.
"Ah, Abba!"
Scott Lang let out an inexplicable roar and walked out angrily.
Facing the angry gaze, Hank Pym calmly touched some chili sauce on his bread, and said slowly, "Don't worry, take some medicine and it will go down soon."
"Aba!"
"Don't worry, I'm an expert in this regard."
Hearing this, Scott Lang was relieved, but looking at Hank Pym's eyes, he was still full of suspicion.
Just then, the door opened, and a man and a woman walked in.
A look of joy flashed across Hank Pym's face.
"Hope, you're back!"
Recently, the relationship between the father and daughter has become more tense because he does not let Hope wear the battle uniform.
Hope didn't respond, but Clark smiled at Hank Pym.
"This is the guy you're looking for? A sausage mouth?"
Hope looked suspiciously at Scott Lang.
sausage mouth?
Scott Lang was stunned, and said anxiously, "Aba, come on!"
"Still a dumb one?"
Suddenly, Hope was even more disgusted.
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