Taking the silver metal helmet from the old black man, White Night smiled and glanced at Agent Klin, who reluctantly pulled out a few rolls of money from a small module on the waist of the power armor and threw them over.

With a slight glance, Turk knew that not only was the money less, but it was more, which was one of the things he was able to do from Hell's Kitchen to now.

He raised his head to look at the two people who were flying up—Hawkeye was caught flying, and shouted emotionally at the corner of his eye: "Slow down, slow down!" ”

Returning to the flying machine and glancing at Wanda, who was pretending to be asleep, Clint asked with some confusion, "You said you were looking for two of my old friends. And what about the other one? ”

Bai Ye said casually: "You'll know later, take us to the Arcadi Murder World in Nevada, and remember to turn on the stealth position when you enter the state." The second half of the sentence is addressed to the driver.

It was only after Hawkeye walked away puzzled that he took a closer look at the silver helmet in his hand, which looked smooth and round, and had two transmitters on his forehead that looked like ant's tentacles.

Of course, this broken helmet was not brought in to fix it and make friends with ants, not everyone likes to eat, live and sleep with little bugs like Ant-Man.

The most important function of this helmet is to control the Pym particles, and in some models of the helmet there is a built-in miniature laboratory, which is very much in line with the habit of ant people hiding things in the horns.

As long as you bring this helmet back and have it repaired by a craftsman, if you are lucky, Hakuya will get a part of Hank Pym's inheritance, but just in case you are unlucky

He'd have to find an old member of the Thunder Task Force who has Pym particles in his blood.

Pym particles may be found elsewhere as well, but the hell knows if it's a Minke Spice version.

Next to the circus tent, in an open space, stands an ornate high platform, on which a stage full of strong comedy style is built.

Red and white curtains adorn the perimeter of the high platform, and colorful neon lights flicker in the night, casting a colorful light.

On the high stage, a host in a comical and exaggerated costume stood in the spotlight, holding a shiny microphone, unabashedly showing his passion.

He exclaimed, "Come and see the finale of the night!" Look at the tallest and strongest man in the world! ”

The host's tone is full of banter and exaggeration, creating an atmosphere of anticipation for the upcoming performance, which is his ability to eat after all.

His words quickly drew a crowd of onlookers, who couldn't help but lean closer to the high platform and gaze curiously at what the "tallest, strongest" man would look like on the stage.

"What kind of tallest man is he in the world?"

Somewhere in the sky directly above, inside the Moonlight Knight Flying Machine, which had become completely invisible, Hawkeye couldn't help but grit his teeth when he heard the voice coming from below, he already knew who the 'old friend' that White Night was talking about.

"Hank easily broke through the height of 70 meters back then, how big can this bastard become? Fifty meters, or sixty meters? ”

Shrugging his shoulders, Bai Ye comforted: "Ant-Man is indeed the tallest person in the world, there is no doubt about that. But we've all come so far, we're all here, so let's watch this show first. ”

Listening to Bai Ye's words, Clint barely suppressed a little bit of anger and looked down from the observation port steadily, the enhanced vision and the telescope equipped on the power armor allowed him to easily see things hundreds of meters away.

Including his now-nemesis-friend, former Thunder Agent Atlas.

That guy was originally a small version of Luke Cage, but later he inadvertently came into contact with the Pym particle and had the ability to become gigantic, and it was he who killed the Quicksilver of this universe with one foot.

The host waved the microphone in his hand and shouted excitedly, "Let's give him some applause and encouragement!" Giants are about to appear! His voice was full of excitement and passion, echoing through the night, eliciting an enthusiastic response from the audience.

The audience immediately cheered and clapped vigorously, with deafening applause and cheers. In the light, the faces of the audience were filled with anticipation, and they were curious to look forward to the appearance of the man known as the 'giant', hoping to see a fascinating visual feast.

The curtain of the tent was lifted, and a bald old man, who was probably only about 1.7 meters tall, walked out. He was dressed in a striking red bodysuit that was somewhat faded and wrapped tightly around his muscular frame, accentuating his muscular lines.

On his chest, a huge letter 'A' caught everyone's attention.

It's just that when the audience saw that the bald old man was not as tall and powerful as they imagined, there were some boos and cries of dissatisfaction in the venue. Someone couldn't help but stand up and shouted, "Fakes, return the money!" ”

The sudden boos made the atmosphere a little awkward, and some people began to talk about it, expressing their disappointment with the appearance of the 'giant'.

After all, they came here to spend money to see a real giant, and now they see an ordinary-looking old man.

In the face of the audience's boos and ridicule, the bald old man maintained a calm expression, because he would bring these people a show worthy of the ticket price, he had been in this business for more than ten years, even longer than he had been a hero.

"Hey!"

He snorted softly, his hands clenched, his muscles instantly began to expand, and his height gradually increased. His shoulders widened, his chest swelled, and his entire body seemed to be supported by a powerful energy, and his momentum immediately skyrocketed, soared, and strengthened!

What is even more shocking, however, is that his clothes seem to be adapting to the change, with the red tights and pants not bursting, but extending along his muscles, leaving no wrinkles.

The colors and patterns on it have not changed in the slightest, complementing his massive body.

His gigantic process seems to become slower in the course of time, with every inch of growth creating a strong visual impact.

Eventually, amid the screams and screams of the audience, he stopped growing and stabilized at an incredible height of forty meters.

Standing there, he was a living giant, majestic and magnificent. His wrinkled face remained calm and calm, taking his accustomed gaze at everything around him.

The high platform seemed worthless in front of him, and the cheers of the audience became insignificant, turning into whispers in the breeze.

At this time, the host stood on the high platform, his voice almost became almost excited and crazy, he waved the microphone, and his eyes burned with feverish flames: "This is our giant!" This is Atlas, the destroyer of the Avengers! ”

Listening to the host's shouts, the giant Atlas still maintained that calm expression.

He's always been just a fool of himself, both as a villain and as a hero. Or a circus clown for people to watch.

(End of chapter)