Ling Yi sighed helplessly, "Okay, you're ruthless enough, I'll choose the second one." ”

Although Ling Yi is a young man with a lot of backbone, he still chooses the latter very wisely in the face of the two choices of thirty years in prison and following Hank Pym's instructions.

"Very sensible." Hank Pym smiled and got up and walked out of the reception room, and the ants trapped in the crack of the door and the monitor retreated.

Ling Yi reluctantly returned to the guard room, waiting for Hank Pym's next instructions.

Although it was Hank Pym who made a game this time, Ling Yi was still greatly relieved in his heart.

After all, Cathy didn't get sick, which was a blessing in misfortune.

Leaning against the wall of the detention center and being confused for a while, several ants came to Ling Yi with a very small piece of clothing.

Ling Yi rubbed his eyes, and when he looked closely, the clothes were the Ant-Man suit he had worn before.

Immediately after, the Ant-Man suit became a normal size.

The ants on the ground began to count down in a patterned way.

Apparently, it was Hank Pym who made him escape from the detention center in an Ant-Man suit.

Ling Yi gasped helplessly, and quickly put on the Ant-Man suit.

A guard patrolled over, and the moment he turned his head, Ling Yi pressed the shrink button, and his figure immediately shrank a hundred times.

The guard rubbed his eyes and looked at the empty cell in dismay.

Ling Yi took the opportunity to rush out from under him.

Hank Pym's voice rang out from the helmet: "Looks like you've got the hang of it, Scott - go under the door, and a friend will pick you up." ”

Ling Yi jumped down from the huge steps, "What about people, what about cars?" Who's going to answer me? ”

"There are no people, no cars, but there are flying."

As he spoke, a flying ant bigger than a helicopter flapped its wings and slowly landed in front of Ling Yi.

"Holy, you're letting me ride a helicopter-sized bee!?"

"You must have failed your biology class, it's not bees, it's flying ants. Place your foot in the center of the flying ant, ride on its back, and be careful to hold on to it, or you will fall. ”

"No seat belts?" Ling Yi asked, "Or, can I change a female ant?" I wanted a gentle ride. ”

"At this time, you don't pick and choose." Hank Pym said in a deep voice.

"Okay, okay." Ling Yi climbed on the back of the flying ant in fear, and the flying ant immediately flapped its wings and flew away.

At this time, the sirens in the police station were blaring, and almost all the police cars were dispatched to hunt down Scott Lang.

"Now it's okay Hank! I was just stealing, and now I'm an escaped prisoner! Have you calculated how long my sentence is? Can I make it in time for my grandson's or granddaughter's wedding? ”

Hank Pym laughed, "Scott, only those who are caught are called prisoners, and those who are not caught are not prisoners." ”

"There is some truth to this, wait, why is this flying ant parked in the police car?" Ling Yi asked in astonishment.

Hank Pym laughed and said, "The police are manhunting you all over the city, what could be safer than taking a ride on them?" ”

"I feel like it's still easy to ride a flying ant, and I'm now able to control its movement, as if I were riding a horse."

"Don't be presumptuous Scott, I'm in control of number 247, you're just a passenger."

“247？ This flying ant's name is 247? ”

"Ants don't have names, they only have numbers."

"It's a bit too slavery, isn't it?"

"Hehe, Scott, do you know how many ants there are in the world? Can you name them one by one? ”

At this moment, a hedge of air swept up Flying Ant 247, and Flying Ant 247 immediately swirled and flew along the air current.

"Don't, don't! Don't turn around like this, I'm going to be dizzy! Hank, am I going to throw up in my helmet? ”

"This is my helmet!" Hank Pym reminded loudly, "You must not spit in it!" ”

"I'm really a little dizzy, can you stop No. 247?" Ling Yi has already been turned into seven meat and eight vegetables.

"Hold on a little longer, it's coming soon!" Hank Pym controls the flying ants to speed up.

The flying ants flew extremely fast, and Scott Lang's body was obviously unable to withstand such a rapid impact.

Ling Yi immediately fell into a dizziness and fell off the back of the flying ant.

The flying ant immediately swooped down and firmly grasped Ling Yi's body.

When Ling Yi opened his eyes again, he found that he was lying on an old-fashioned wooden bed, and the sky was already bright.

A short-haired beauty dressed in professional women's clothing stared at him with a critical gaze on a commodity.

This short-haired beauty is none other than Hank Pym's daughter, Hope Van Dyne.

"Holy! Old man, you're going to transform! Ling Yi said in astonishment.

Hope glanced at Ling Yi coldly, then took out his mobile phone and initiated a text message to himself: "Hank is my father. ”

"I really didn't expect such a black-hearted old man to have such a beautiful daughter as you." Ling Yi looked at Hope carefully, "Wait, you...... You're not going to be standing by my bed all the time watching me sleep, are you? ”

Hope said coldly, "Yes." ”

"Wow, you're as perverted as your dad." Ling Yi smiled wryly.

"I watched you sleep because you were a thief, the last time you came to our house, you stole the Ant-Man suit, and I was afraid that you would steal something else, so I just stood here and watched you." Hope said coldly.

Only then did Ling Yi notice that he had returned to his original mansion.

"Oh my God, I'm really not a thief, it was all your dad who deliberately framed me." Ling Yi lifted the quilt and walked underground, and before his feet hit the ground, he found that the floor was densely crawling with ants.

"These are the giant tropical bullet ants, the number one species on Schmidt's sting index, and they're watching you when I'm not around." Hope smiled, "But since you're awake, come with me downstairs to meet Hank." ”

"Wait, these bullet ants ......"

"Don't worry, I've let them go." Hope turned and walked out, and the bullet ants dispersed.

Ling Yi breathed a sigh of relief, quickly put on his shoes, and walked out of the room.

In the dining room downstairs, Hope was solemnly saying to Hank Pym: "I've seen this guy up close, this guy is too ordinary to take on the heavy responsibility of the second generation of Ant-Man." ”

Ling Yi suddenly felt a little unhappy in his heart, "Hey, Hope, although you are a beauty, I still have to say that you are really a little prejudiced against me, what does it mean to have observed me up close?" What does it mean to be too ordinary? If you've peeked at my private parts, you'll know that I'm not ordinary at all! ”

Hope frowned and said to Hank Pym, "You see, this guy is still vulgar. ”

Hank Pym smiled and said: "Hope, don't care about these details, no one is perfect, the so-called perfection either only exists in your illusion, or the other party is deceiving you purposefully." ”

"Listen to your father's words, this is the wise saying!" Ling Yi nodded heavily.

(End of chapter)