The days became calm again.
But this is the most comfortable state for the Mike family.
When Gwen entered junior high school, it was as if she suddenly grew up and started to do some things on her own, buying cosmetics and other things.
Little Lamb also performed very well in school and had a lot of friends. Of course, his identity as a member of the Kent family was kept secret.
Eric is busy developing and launching new future technology products.
After this period of time, the products of Future Technology Company have been widely recognized, and the products of Future Technology Company have also expanded from smart products such as mobile phones to other fields, such as medical care, energy, etc.
As for Charles, he is still busy with the education business of Kent Star. He also takes on the responsibility of mayor of Kent City and is extremely busy every day.
Clark, on the other hand, is the most relaxed of the three grown-up children in the Kenta family. Apart from going to work every day, he just falls in love and lives a very relaxed life.
Night, San Francisco, Clark and Hope's apartment.
Clark hugged Hope, and the two lay 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 eyebrows.
"So energetic! No matter how much you do every day, you won't get tired."
Hope's words were full of envy.
"Are you very tired these days?"
Clark asked with concern.
Hope nodded and responded in a low voice. Looking at Clark's concerned eyes, he finally couldn't hold it back and said, "Darren's experiment is almost completed."
Darren Krauss, the current manager of Pym Technologies, was put in charge of Pym Technologies after squeezing Hank Pym out of the company.
"Experiment? What experiment?"
Clark frowned and asked.
Clark had never asked about Hope's work. This time, Hope took the initiative to talk and he listened happily.
"Pym particles, did you know?"
"Pym particles? Isn't that what Uncle Hank developed and used on Ant-Man's suit?"
Clark frowned and said.
Speaking of Pym particles, Clark also admired Hank Pym.
This kind of thing can be used in many places, and it is something that can change the world, but it will also bring great hidden dangers to the world. If it is used in weapons, it will even change the current pattern of the world.
It is very rare that Hank Pym has mastered such a powerful thing, but has always kept a low profile and preserved it very well.
"Yes, that's it."
Hope leaned tiredly in Clark's arms: "Darren has always wanted to copy Pym particles, and now he has made a breakthrough."
Looking at Hope's worried expression, Clark guessed: "He plans 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 people with the right to speak in the world."
If the opponent really masters the Pym particles and lets them spread, Hope has no doubt about the opponent's success rate.
"What are you going to do about it?"
Clark kissed Hope's forehead.
Hope is a responsible woman, and Clark had already guessed the other person's choice when he asked this question.
"I want to get rid of Darren's experimental products and his experimental data."
Darren Krause was once a student of Hank Pym. His current experiment is based on Hank Pym’s experimental data. As long as the experimental data and the manufactured samples are processed, Darren will ·The chance of Krass creating an experimental product again is low.
"Let me help you."
Clark groaned 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 is..."
"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?"
"This is not his, but... my mother's." Hope's face dimmed and he said slowly: "She is a very gentle and strong woman."
Clark listened quietly, knowing that now he was only suitable 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."
At this point, she gave a wry smile.
"Just because Hank didn't bring her back, the relationship between me and Hank became so tense."
"It wasn't until a few years ago that Hank told me the truth about what happened that year that the relationship between me and Hank eased."
"He suffered more than me over the years."
Clark kissed Hope gently: "I guess Uncle Hank declined your offer."
"Yes." Hope nodded and said angrily, "He underestimates me too much."
"No, I don't think so."
Clark said solemnly: "I think he is worried, even a little scared, 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, you must tell me, you know?"
Clark hugged Hope and used a little 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, felt sweet in her heart, and responded in a low voice.
…
Scott Long.
As a re-employed person with a criminal record, he suffered a lot during this period.
He has a master's degree in electrical engineering, but no one wants to sell ice cream.
The most important thing is that he has an ex-wife and a daughter. Although they are 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 child support on time, and he can't even give his daughter a decent birthday gift.
If he fails to pay child support and cannot fulfill his responsibilities as a father, his ex-wife will refuse to allow 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 man and a woman would stay there from time to time, they would only go there once in a long time. In addition, the old man would not be at home next week, so they would The target was placed on the old man.
Of course, there is a more important reason, that is, the old man has a safe in his home.
Think about it…
An old man, a safe house, when these two things come together, it means they will make a fortune.
So, after they devised a beautiful plan, they got started.
Scott Lang sneaked into the old man's house, turned off the alarm, opened the combination lock, and opened the safe door...
When he went through a series of challenges, he finally broke into the safe and ended up with only a motorcycle suit.
Scott Lang's head went blank for an instant as if he had been struck by lightning.
His work was in vain, but he took away the dress by some strange coincidence.
The next day, after he saw the clothes, his head twitched and he put on the clothes out of curiosity.
He really didn't understand why a piece of clothing that looked so ordinary was placed in such a strict place.
And after he put it on, he understood.
I don't know what switch was triggered, and he shrank, as small as an ant.
After he shrunk and experienced a series of adventures, a strange and old voice rang in his ears.
Frightened, he immediately decided to return the evil clothes.
But he came to the old man's house again. After climbing over the wall, he was caught by the police and thrown into a cell.
Just when he was desperate, he met the old man, an old man named Hank Pym.
It turns out that this was all the old man's plan.
From the moment his accomplices got the information about the old man to the time he sneaked in and stole the suit, it was all part of the old man's plan.
However, now Hank Pym offers him two options, one is to work for him, and the other is to be imprisoned again.
For his daughter, he had no choice at all,
So, after using the suit provided by the old man, he shrunk and escaped from the prison on a flying ant.
Unfortunately, because it was his first time riding Ant Flying, he was so shaken that he fainted.
The experiences of these two days were like a movie, playing in Scott Lang's mind.
He screamed in pain, trying to escape this nightmare.
But the more he struggled, the more painful it became. It wasn't until he fell from the sky that he screamed and woke up suddenly.
Looking at Scott Lang who suddenly sat up, Hank Pym, who was sitting across the bed, said calmly: "You're awake."
"Is this or that?"
Scott Lang shook his head.
"My home."
Hank Pym stood up and said slowly: "The time you woke up is about the same as I expected. If it were any later, I would doubt whether your body is capable of doing this job."
Upon hearing this, Scott Lang blinked and fell on the bed without hesitation, muttering: "I'm still sleeping, I was just sleepwalking just now."
Hank Pym looked at Scott Lang expressionlessly and said, "Come down for breakfast within a minute, otherwise those little guys will have a close encounter with you."
As he spoke, some ants crawled onto Scott Lang's bed.
Scott Lang pulled out a slit in one of his eyes, looked at it, and continued to remain motionless.
Aren't they just some ants?
He doesn't care.
"These little guys are giant tropical bullet ants. If you get bitten, huh..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Hank Pym turned and left.
Scott Lang opened his eyes, carefully lifted the quilt, and walked downstairs.
He had heard the name of these ants and he didn't want to actually get bitten.
This was the last moment of his stubbornness.
He reluctantly went downstairs to the living room, looked at Hank Pym who was having breakfast, strode over, and sat across from Hank Pym.
"What exactly do you want me to do?"
"Eat breakfast first."
Hank Pym said lightly, while drinking coffee, he picked up today's newspaper.
Scott Lang curled his lips, picked up the bread, and spread bright red jam on himself.
Seeing this scene, a look of surprise flashed across Hank Pym's face. After his eyes swept over the bright red 'jam', he showed a smile.
Scott Lang took a big bite of bread and chewed it in his mouth...
Suddenly, his body froze, his face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and with a cry of pain, 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 drank it.
"Ah! No! It's still spicy! What is this?"
He stared at Hank Pym and asked unclearly.
“I made my own chili sauce!”
Hank Pym calmly pushed up his glasses.
Chili pepper, because he had a lot of trouble with 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 it's getting spicier and spicy.
When Scott Lang rubbed it like that just now, he thought that the other person also liked spicy food, but it turned out...
Disappointment flashed across Hank Pym's face.
"Hi! His!"
Scott Lang exhaled, feeling as if his mouth was on fire, and his entire mouth was numb.
damn it!
Is there any pervert who eats chili sauce in the morning?
Is this chili sauce? It's just poison, okay?
Scott Lang kept panting and filling himself with water and milk.
After a few minutes, he felt much better and opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
"?"
Scott Lang looked confused, while the corners of Hank Pym's mouth twitched crazily as he looked at him.
"Ah! Aba, Aba!"
Scott Lang pointed to the mouth that didn't seem to be his own, with a worried look on his face.
"Pfft! Hahahaha!"
Hank Pym couldn't help laughing.
Scott Lang looked confused, turned around and rushed into the bathroom.
He saw a man with two sausages hanging on his face staring at him in the mirror.
"Ah, Abba!"
Scott Lang roared without meaning and walked out angrily.
Facing that angry look, Hank Pym calmly put some chili sauce on his bread and said slowly: "Don't worry, it will go away soon after taking some medicine."
"Abba!"
"Don't worry, I'm an expert at this."
After hearing this, Scott Lang was relieved, but the eyes looking at Hank Pym were still full of doubts.
At this moment, the door opened and two people, a man and a woman, walked in.
A flash of joy flashed across Hank Pym's face.
"Hope, you're back!"
Recently, the relationship between father and daughter has become a lot more tense because of his refusal to let Hope wear the suit.
Hope didn't respond, but Clark gave Hank Pym a smile.
"Is this the guy you're looking for? A sausage mouth?"
Hope looked at Scott Lang with suspicion.
Sausage mouth?
Scott Lang was stunned for a moment and said anxiously: "Abba, come on!"
"Still a mute?"
Suddenly, Hope was even more disgusted.
