"Come with me, T'Challa, we're not far from my lab, hold on a little longer!"

Ant-Man slowly concentrated his strength, and in a few breaths his body changed from its normal size to a giant nearly ten meters tall, and he gently grabbed the corner of a burned-out car with his huge palm, pushing it away, opening the way to the alley.

When Ant-Man twisted his neck to return to his normal size, he turned to face the panther and smiled.

T'Challa gasped, his clothes badly torn, and only the tight black leather mask remained intact all over his body.

But luckily he wasn't hurt by the monsters, and the panther struggled to raise his head, "Hank, are we separated from the army?" ”

Hank Pym doesn't seem to hear the Panther's question, and he pokes his head at the mouth of the alley, as if to find out if there is an infected person in the dark alley.

"Oh my God, T'Challa, did you see what the American colonel looked like after being bitten by that monster? A few seconds later, he turned into a man-eating monster who lost his mind and ate the female reporter alive! ”

"Although I have seen it with my own eyes, I still can't believe that the most upright man in the world would hurt the person he wants to protect..."

Hearing this, T'Challa's face instantly became sad, this thing is indeed very strange, but he can't do anything now, he can only silently pray in his heart that those viruses will not spread to Wakanda.

In this way, Wakanda's scientists will have time to develop an antidote, believing that the power of unborn high technology will be able to overcome this crisis.

Suddenly, T'Challa's gaze suddenly fell on Ant-Man's stomach, and he was surprised to find that Hank seemed to be holding something with his hand, and there were faint blood stains oozing from between his fingers, and he couldn't help but exclaim, "Hank! You...... What's going on on your stomach? Have you been bitten by those zombies?! ”

"No, it wasn't a bite, it was scratched by a steel bar, how could you think that way? My friend. ”

"I'm not infected, you don't have to worry, let's move on, we're close to the lab, and then we can rest and save people."

Hank's voice was tinged with displeasure, and the left half of his face was obscured by a shadow that made it impossible to read his expression.

As soon as he finished speaking, he didn't wait for the panther to react, and walked into the dark alley alone.

This.....

Hearing this, as well as Hank's attitude of taking the lead, he couldn't help but dispel the doubts in T'Challa's heart, after all, when he had just run out of ammunition and was surrounded by more than a dozen zombies, it was Hank who suddenly appeared and became bigger, threw out a bunch of things and smashed them to save himself, and said that he would take himself to the safe house.

Besides, if he is infected, Hank should hurry up to find an antidote, where can he still have the heart to save people on the street.

If Hank is infected, how can he still walk with him?

This doesn't make any logical sense!

Thinking of this, T'Challa couldn't wait to give himself a big mouth just now, and he actually lived the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain, and misunderstood an Avenger patriarch who had a life-saving grace for him, which is really damned.

Sure enough, he is old, and when this crisis is over, he will marry the Storm Girl and live in seclusion in Wakanda, this world is becoming more and more incomprehensible.

As soon as he stepped into the alley, he suddenly noticed that the Ant-Man who had just entered the alley was gone. An ominous premonition came over him, and the panther's heart beat faster and his muscles tensed.

Was Hank attacked? Or has he been so angry?

Subconsciously, T'Challa wanted to turn around and leave here, but just as he turned his head, a huge slap was drawn towards him, and his pupils instantly dilated.

"Bang!"

There was only a loud bang, and the panther's body collided violently with the wall, and the bricks of the wall collapsed one after another, scattering dust in all directions. His body slid limply to the ground like a rag doll, and he was silent.

And the huge slap quickly became smaller, and finally grabbed the leg of the unconscious black panther.

"I'm sorry, old friend."

Hank took off his mask and picked up T'Challa with a frosty face, but instead of going into the alley, he walked to a shop across the street, tapping the wall lightly with his free hand, and then the bricks clicked backwards, revealing a secret door.

Dragging the panther inward, he seemed to be talking to himself, as if he was speaking to his old friend:

"I've seen what it's like to be infected, and I don't want to be like the colonels and them...... No food..... I don't want you to understand that. ”

"Creatures infected by these viruses have an appetite that is so wild that in less than a few weeks, those infected superpowers will be able to eat every living person in this world."

"I really want to turn back the clock and not get infected by that damn virus, but now that it's done, I'll be one of them in a matter of minutes."

As he spoke, Ant-Man had dragged the unconscious panther into a chamber with a metal operating table in the center of the chamber, the smooth surface reflecting a faint light. Ant-Man gently straps the panther to the operating table, making sure he is securely secured there.

He stood next to the operating table, looking at the body of the panther as he picked up a bone saw, his fingers rubbing the blade lightly.

“... And you're going to be a little snack for my late-night snack. ”

The blade of the bonesaw knife lightly touched T'Challa's skin, leaving a shallow incision on T'Challa's left arm, before the blade came to an abrupt halt and was finally retracted.

"I can already feel that hunger burning in my stomach pouch and start climbing up my esophagus, but I can't eat you yet, it's too early."

Hank Pym, whose face had turned a little blue, threw the bone sawing knife into the metal bucket, and rummaged through the cabinets to find several tubes of anesthetic, all of which were injected into T'Challa's body.

"Sleep a little longer, Your Majesty, and when you wake up again, you won't have to worry about your people anymore."

With that, Ant-Man put on his hood, walked out of the secret room and locked the door, and instantly swelled several times in height and turned into a giant several stories high, striding into the distance.

He recalled the two messages he had just received, one was that the American colonel asked all the zombie heroes to return to the House of the Avengers to discuss the big thing.

Second, it's the little slut Janet who bit herself, this guy actually has the face to invite herself to dinner, but for the sake of the meat, forgive her for the time being.

Hank, who was striding forward, paused, then leaned down and grabbed a somewhat familiar looking figure, which seemed to be ...... Who's in the demolition team, the guy in yellow who plays iron ball.

"Please! I'll mend my ways! I'm not robbing anymore! Please don't eat me! ”

Hank's fingers gripped Thunderball's body like steel, and Thunderball struggled and let out a cry of despair.

With his strength, it was impossible to break free from the clutch of the giant in front of him, and he once boasted to the piledriver that his strength could compete with the god of thunder.

He now suddenly regretted saying that.

And that was his last thought.

The tall giant just smiled wickedly, and mercilessly threw the piece of meat into his locomotive-sized mouth. The sound of chewing echoes in the air.

The taste is fantastic.