The Father of American Comics Superheroes Chapter 545: The plan has changed?

Scott Long made gestures, trying to explain his current situation, showing that he was not a sausage mouth or dumb, but based on his current state, it was strange that he could explain it.

On the contrary, because of the exaggerated body movements, Hope was wondering if his father had retrieved such a funny man from some circus.

Looking at Scott Lang's almost crazy expression, Hank Pym sighed, waved his hand, and took the initiative to explain the current situation.

Scott Lang nodded frantically.

Hope's expression remains unchanged.

For her, it doesn't matter whether Scott Long is dumb or not.

At this moment, in her eyes, Scott Lang has only one identity...

That is the competitor.

"Hank, I can do your job, leave it to me, I can..."

"No!" Hank Pim said firmly: "I have talked about this many times. If you insist on it, I can only exclude you from my plan."

Hope snorted and sat at the dining table with arms folded.

No matter what, she will participate in this plan because she is not at ease, and she is also worried about Hank Pym.

Seeing that Hope had compromised in this way, Hank Pym was a little surprised. He looked at Clark, only to find that Clark had been staring at Scott Long.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?"

Hank Pym couldn't help but ask.

Why did he wear my pajamas?

Clark whispered in his heart, shook his head to Hank Pym, but still looked at Scott Long, sitting at the dining table.

Scott Lang's hairs stand on end.

Is there something wrong with this person?

He muttered in his heart, and sat aside, breathing in a cold breath.

"Wait a minute, I'll get you medicine."

Hank Pim looked at the sausage on Scott Long's face and walked upstairs with a smile suppressing his laughter.

In an instant, the atmosphere in the dining room became awkward, except that Scott Lang took a breath from time to time and wiped the saliva on his lips because he was no longer under his control.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing Clark staring at Scott Long, Hope couldn't help asking.

Clark shook his head: "Nothing."

Damn it! Hope bought him the pants!

Clark roared loudly in his heart.

Scott Lang's curious eyes turned on Clark and Hope, guessing the relationship between the two and Hank Pym.

At this moment, Hank Pym walked down with some special potions, threw it to Scott Long, and introduced him: "My daughter Hope, with her boyfriend Clark."

"No, I want to add."

Hope said lightly, hugged Clark's arm, gently pulled Clark, tapped his mouth, and said to Hank Pim: "It's the fiancé."

Speaking, she raised her hand, and a conspicuous ring flashed on her finger.

Hank Pim's breathing was stagnant, and he felt his heart hurt.

My daughter is getting farther and farther away from him...

Damn it!

Blame Mike! Blame him!

He cursed in his heart and said coldly to Clark: "Let the **** Mike come here quickly!"

Clark smiled: "I told him, I will come over soon."

Hank Pim sat down angrily and said, "Eat breakfast first, and then talk about the task later."

Hope and Clark nodded.

Looking at the three people eating breakfast, Scott Lang silently drank the medicine and smeared the ointment.

Who can be worse than him?

After eating breakfast, Hank Pim took the three of them to his study and began to explain the mission and the training that Scott Long would receive next.

Learn to control ants, be familiar with the use of battle suits, fighting training, and jot down topographical maps.

Everything needs to be completed in just ten days, because ten days later, Darren Krauss will publish his research and sell his own copy of the Wasp suit.

In fact, this matter can be solved more simply...

Clark whispered in his heart.

Except for Gwen and Little Lamb, everyone in their family has easily solved it.

After thinking about it, he couldn't help but say: "Um, Uncle Hank, let us solve this matter, I..."

"Give it to you?"

Hank Pim raised his eyebrows and sneered.

"Hmph, I can guess your dad's expression without thinking about it."

Speaking, he learned the action of Mike holding his chin and looked at Clark with a weird smile: "Ohhhhh, Hank, when you have someone in need of help, as long as you promise to finish eating, I will make this specially for you. I will help you solve that dish!"

Looking at Hank Pym's expression, Hope couldn't help but laugh, and Clark was a little embarrassed.

Between these two old men, it is indeed possible to do this.

Hank Pim hummed: "Please help, don't even think about it! I can solve it by myself!"

Speaking, he looked at Scott Long fiercely and said: "You give me a good practice, or I will send you back to prison!"

Scott Lang: "!"

Did I say something?

……

Night, Pim Technology.

Darren Krause's office.

A man with a head brighter than a light bulb shook a glass of wine with a contented smile on his face. Looking at the street outside, he had the illusion that he was about to master the world.

No, this is not an illusion.

Darren Krause murmured.

His experiment has been successful. He has successfully reduced a creature. As long as the developed particles are used on his wasp suit, after the final experimental adjustment, the wasp suit is complete.

At that time, Darren Krass, he will become the hottest person in the world.

Pim particles...

Huh!

The old man had clearly mastered the things that could change the world, but sealed it up like a fool, and refused to use it. What an idiot.

When he tried to persuade the opponent to give him the extraction formula of the Pim particle, the opponent refused.

Fortunately, when he was a student of the other party, he secretly memorized a lot of things, or he would not copy the Pim particles.

Oh, by the way, starting today, this thing is no longer called Pym particles, but Krass particles.

As long as he thinks of this, the corners of his mouth can't help but rise.

Suddenly, his cell phone rang.

Looking at the number, Darren Kraus's shaking wine glass stopped, and his brows were lightly twisted together.

After hesitating, he still answered the phone.

"Hello."

"I know your experiment was successful." The person on the phone said in a positive tone, and then sneered: "How about? Have you considered it?"

Darren Krauss groaned and said: "Impossible, it is absolutely impossible for me to give this technology to you."

"Damn stupid donkey, don't forget who helped you perfect the Pim particle! Without me, you are still dealing with the masses of minced meat!"

"Heh! But without my previous research, without the basic formula I provided, this experiment is even more unlikely to succeed."

"It's impossible to succeed? Hahaha! With my ingenuity, do you think I really can't do it?"

"Of course!" Darren Krause smiled faintly: "With your head, you really can't do it!"

"What did you say? You say it again!"

The people over there handed over angrily, as if they were about to tear Darren Krauss to pieces. Obviously, the words just hit the other side's soreness.

Darren Krauss smiled, listening to the furious curse.

After stopping for five minutes, seeing that the other party didn't mean to stop, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he pressed his aching head, and shouted in angrily: "Mordoke! No more bullshit, between us The cooperation with you is completely over! You know what you just said, I can't agree to it at all!"

As soon as the voice fell, the constant screaming stopped, and then Mordoch's voice rang again.

"Then cooperate in accordance with the previous agreement." Mordock said lightly: "I will provide you with nano-enhanced equipment, and you will provide me with Pim particles."

"Good!"

Darren Krause responded with a smile.

……

"Huh, huh!"

Scott Lang was lying on the bed and snoring, sleeping abnormally heavy.

However, this happens naturally.

He now spends a few hours away from eating and sleeping every day, and he is studying hard at other times.

Manipulate ants, ride ants, throw darts, familiarize yourself with battle clothes, and combat training...

Ding Ding!

The alarm sounded, Scott didn't hear him at all, he was still asleep.

At this moment, the door was pushed open, and Clark walked in with a basin of water expressionlessly.

Um...

There are still some ice cubes floating in it.

This is the best way to wake up someone who is sleeping late.

As a kid, he tried it on Charles and Eric, and the results were excellent.

Clark had a sunny smile on his face, but he poured a basin of ice-filled water over Scott Long's head.

A person who was asleep, even dreaming, was suddenly poured on his face by a basin of ice water. The sudden cold caused Scott Lang to scream and jump up.

He looked at Clark angrily, remembering what happened in the past few days, but swallowed the swear words that came to his lips.

In the past few days, Clark is in charge of his fighting training. In other words, he is being beaten by Clark.

Although his fighting level is improving at a speed visible to the naked eye, the pain is really painful.

He doubted whether he had any grudges with the other party.

"Training will begin in ten minutes."

Clark said lightly, then turned and walked downstairs.

Ten minutes!

Scott Lang was surprised.

These ten minutes include washing, changing clothes, and eating breakfast.

Hurry up! Or the training intensity of this fighting has to be doubled!

"I don't want to be doubled."

With a murmur, Scott shivered and moved quickly.

He came downstairs, rushed to the dining table, and stuffed a breakfast into his mouth, but after he finished eating, he noticed Hank Pym's face.

Cold, solemn, like an enemy.

He felt a sudden shock, he swallowed his saliva and asked carefully: "What happened? Has the plan changed?"

"Yes! Now there is a more serious problem!"

Hank Pym's expression is very serious.

Scott Lang unconsciously sat up straight.

"My old friend, Mike Kent is coming!"

Old friends?

Isn’t this a good thing for old friends?

Scott Lang looked at Hank Pym suspiciously, then as if realizing something, he hurriedly said: "Wait, you said Mike Kent? Is that Mike Kent?"

Hank Pym, as the superhero of Hank Pym in the past, maybe he really knew that Mike Kent.

Hank Pim blinked and said, "Did I not tell you?"

"Damn it! You never told me!"

Scott Lang became excited.

That is Mike Kent, who is called the number one strong, the man on the throne, the uncrowned king who controls the planet!

"Oh, that's it!"

Hank Pim nodded lightly.

Are you so excited?

Isn't he just a **** who likes to use food to cheat people!

"Wait!"

Scott Lang turned his head stiffly and pointed Clark with his trembling fingers: "He, he is the son of Mike Kent, who is he? Looks at his size and hair volume... he won't be Superman, right!"

"Your reaction is too slow." Hope couldn't help but spit out: "Hank, let me go, I doubt he can complete the task."

"Stop making trouble, we will start to act tonight."

Hank Pim looked helpless.

Tomorrow is Monday, and Darren Kraus will have a press conference tomorrow.

"Tonight, do I still train today?"

Scott Lang asked suspiciously.

"Of course...no need. Today you need to take a day off. Although you are not perfect, you can barely use it."

Hank Pim commented.

Actually, he is very satisfied with Scott Lang's training progress.

"No training needed, then..." He looked at Clark suspiciously: "Why did you wake me up."

"Get used to it."

Clark said sorry.

"It's okay, it's okay!"

Scott Lang waved his hand, not thinking about Clark deliberately trying to fix him, after all, that was Superman.

He got up from the chair excitedly, and after rushing upstairs, he flipped through his luggage, looking for clothes with the Superman logo, and then rushed with excitement after turning out a **** with the S logo. Go downstairs.

"Superman, sign a name for me!"

"Just call me Clark."

Clark looked at the underwear in his hand, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

Is this serious?

"Puff!"

Hope couldn't help laughing~IndoMTL.com~ Clark sighed. After Scott Long took a step towards him with his underwear, he unconsciously stepped back and avoided, helpless Said: "When your mission is completed, we will take a group photo and I will sign you."

A group photo?

Scott Lang nodded happily, rolled his underwear into a ball, and stuffed it into his pocket.

Clark breathed a sigh of relief.

He wants to write his name there, and Hope will laugh forever.

"Let's go, Scott."

Hank Pym stood up, holding a bunch of keys in his hand, and said, "Go and make some preparations with me."

"Prepare? For action tonight?"

"No! For Mike Kent!"

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