Parking on the side of the road, the atmosphere in the car was very depressing, and the three accomplices stared at Scott directly, their faces were ugly as if they thought they were cakes, but they ate a mouthful of feces.

"So, after a night of tossing and turning, all we got was this old motorcyclist 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 hand.

Another companion added: "More precisely, it's a bizarre motorcycle handsuit, and I don't want this second-hand clothes to put on the Internet even 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, however, looked down at the uniform in his hand, and his instincts, as a former engineer, told him that this dress could never be a simple motorcycle hand suit.

Will the motorcycle suit be placed behind the Carbondale security door? And it was covered with dust, and it was evident that someone had treasured it for many years, and it was not a mistake to put it inside.

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

With a lot of doubts, Scott followed the accomplice to return home, anyway, the things were stolen, and it was impossible to put them back, right?

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

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

Hank Pym and Hope hadn't slept yet, they sat in front of the screen, quietly watching Scott and the others leave their van.

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

Hope's beautiful face was cold, his hands were clasped to his chest, and he hummed: "What a veritable thief." ”

"I'm talking about his skill, his courage, and his wisdom."

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

Hope didn't speak, as if acquiescing, and pondered, "Now that the suit is in his hand, then what?" ”

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

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

The next day, in the morning.

The harsh sunlight fell on the head of the bed from the window, and after Scott woke up sleepy-eyed, he went to the bathroom in his slippers to rinse his mouth and wash his face, just in time to see the dark red uniform that was thrown next to the washbasin last night.

Originally, he wanted to put it in the washing machine to wash it first, but Scott thought about it, and still planned to try it on, so he took off his clothes and put the strange uniform around his neck.

Before he was about to put on his helmet, Scott suddenly pulled out a liquid-filled test tube with the words 'Pym particles' in English on his clothes.

"Pym particles? Is it placed in this? ”

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

Scott stood in front of the washbasin in a curious uniform, looked at himself in the mirror, and muttered to himself, "The style of this dress is a bit like an ant...... Yes, ants. ”

"The main purpose is ......"

Scott saw the glove part of the uniform, there were red buttons, he tried to press at the same time, and then ......

Meanwhile.

On the roof of Scott's house, a red mist descends from the sky, revealing a mysterious man in an armored cloak.

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

Aeolian elementals.

"Go, go." Quentin reached out and pointed to the bottom of the house, and the wind elementals immediately flew downward.

At this time, Scott's home.

"Scott, Scott, are you there?"

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

"It's weird. Where did that guy run so early? ”

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

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

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

Boom!!

With countless gravel and glass, the strong wind ravaged everything in the room, and the huge physical monster formed by the green wind forcibly broke into the house, stretching out a giant hand and pinching the fat man in his hand.

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

In the face of the sudden change, the fat man was almost frightened, and what met his gaze was the vague and terrifying giant face of the wind elemental monster.

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

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

"The outfit you got!" The wind elemental monster continued to scream, and the strong wind mixed with sand blew the fat man with his cheeks in pain.

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

"Hand it over or die!"

The anemologists threatened themselves, and some of their bodies ravaged and destroyed the furniture and walls of the house.

"It's really not in my hands!" The fat man cried and mourned, and his neck was pinched so that he almost couldn't breathe.

On the roof of the house.

Quentin frowned, the intelligent aerial vehicle 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 someone who has never left the house will disappear for no reason?

Before Quentin could think too much, a black dot suddenly appeared in front of him, and he looked up keenly, only to see that the black dot kept approaching this side, enlarged, and soon evolved into a big tree......

Tree?

Quentin hurriedly flew up to dodge, and the uprooted pine tree slammed into the roof where he had been staying, flattening the head of the house.

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

"Who the hell is it? He threw a tree from such a distance. Is this a warning to me? ”

Quentin looked down and thought about it, smiled coldly, and still chose to retreat outside on the red mist.

After Quentin left, the wind elemental monster in the house changed from an entity to an imaginary body, and soon dissipated like the wind.

The fat man fell directly to the ground, touching his neck with palpitations.

"Fatty, are you alright?"

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

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

"I don't know."

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