The Father of American Comics Superheroes Chapter 544: 1 dumb?

The days became calm again.

But this is the most comfortable state for the Mikes.

Gwen went to junior high school, as if he had grown up suddenly, and started to smash himself, buying cosmetics and other things.

Little Lamb also performed very well at school and has a bunch of friends. Of course, his identity as a member of the Kent family is kept secret.

Eric is busy with the research and development and release of new technology products in the future.

After this period of time, the products of future technology companies have been widely recognized, and the products of future technology companies, starting from smart products such as mobile phones, have begun to expand into other fields, such as medical care, energy and so on.

As for Charles, he is still busy with the education of Kent Star, and by the way, he has assumed the responsibilities of the mayor of Kent. He is very busy every day.

And Clark is the easiest of the three adult children in the Kentucky family. In addition to going to work, every day is to fall in love. Every day is very easy.

At night, in San Francisco, Clark and Hope's apartments.

Clark hugged Hope, and the two lay intimately on the bed.

"Huha..." Hope yawned and murmured: "Sometimes, I really envy you."

"Envy me? What's the matter?"

Clark smiled and kissed Hope's eyebrows.

"Energetic! No matter how many things you do every day, you won't be tired."

Hope's words are full of envy.

"Are you tired these days?"

Clark asked caringly.

Hope nodded and responded in a low voice, looking at Clark's concerned eyes, but finally couldn't hold back, and said: "Darren's experiment is almost complete."

Darren Krauss, the current manager of Pim Technology, was responsible for managing Pim Technology after squeezing Hank Pym out of the company.

"Experiment? What experiment?"

Clark frowned and asked.

Clark never asked about Hope’s work. This time Hopken took the initiative to say that he listened naturally.

"Pim particles, do you know?"

"Pim particles? Isn't it developed by Uncle Hank, does it use something on the Ant-Man suit?"

Clark frowned and said.

Speaking of Pim particles, Clark also admired Hank Pim.

This kind of thing can be used in many places. It is something that can change the world, but it will also bring great hidden dangers to the world. If it is used on weapons, it will change the current pattern of the world.

Hank Pym has been very low-key in mastering such a powerful thing, and it is very rare to keep this thing very well.

"Yes, that's it."

Hope leaned tiredly in Clark's arms: "Darren has always wanted to replicate the Pim particle, and now he has made breakthrough progress."

Looking at Hope's worried expression, Clark guessed: "He plans to use this to make weapons?"

"Yes."

Hope sighed and said: "He is very ambitious and wants to use the Pim 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 Pim particle and lets it spread out, Hope has no doubt about the opponent's success rate.

"What do you plan to do?"

Clark kissed Hope on the forehead.

Hope is a responsible woman. When Clark asked this question, he had already guessed the other party's choice.

"I want to dispose of Darren's experimental products and his experimental data."

Darren Krauss was a student of Hank Pim. His current experiment is based on Hank Pim's experimental data. As long as the experimental data and the manufactured samples are processed away , Darren Krass is unlikely to make an experimental product again.

"Let me help you."

Clark groaned and asked.

Hope shook his head and said: "This is not something Superman should do, and I can handle this kind of thing myself, but the premise is..."

"The premise is that Uncle Hank will give you the Ant-Man suit?"

"No, it's not the Ant-Man suit, but the Wasp suit."

"Wasp?" Clark frowned. "How many suits does Uncle Hank have?"

"It's not his, it's...my mother's." Hope darkened, and said slowly: "She is a very gentle and strong woman."

Clark listened quietly, knowing he was only suitable for being a listener right now.

"In an operation between Hank and her, she shrank to the atomic level and sacrificed herself in order to stop a missile that was about to explode."

Speaking of this, she gave a wry smile.

"Just because Hanke didn't bring her back, my relationship with Hanke became so stiff."

"It wasn't until a few years ago that Hank told me the truth about what happened that year, and my relationship with Hank eased."

"For so many years, he is more painful than me."

Clark gently kissed Hope: "I guess Uncle Hank rejected your offer."

"Yes." Hope nodded, and said angrily: "He underestimated me."

"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 am 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 exerted a little effort. When Hope looked at him, he stared into Hope's eyes and said seriously: "I can't lose you."

Hope froze for a moment, feeling sweet in his heart, and responded in a low voice.

……

Scott Lang.

As a reemployed person with a prior record, he suffered a lot of grievances during this time.

He has a master's degree in electrical engineering, but nobody even wants to sell ice cream.

The most important thing is that he has an ex-wife and a daughter. Although he is divorced, his daughter will always be his daughter. He wants to give all the good things to his daughter.

The fact is that he can't even pay his daughter's support on time, and he can't even give his daughter a decent birthday present.

If a father cannot perform his duties without paying support, his ex-wife will refuse him to see his daughter.

So, for the sake of his daughter, he decided to take another risk and do his job again.

Steal!

Steal an old man.

According to the information obtained by his accomplices in advance, the old man is at home alone. Although there is a couple of men and women who live there from time to time, it takes a long time to go there. In addition, the old man will not be at home next week. So they set their target on the old man.

Of course, there is a more important reason, and that is that the old man has a vault at home.

Think about it...

An old man, a vault, when these two things are combined, it means that they will make a lot of money.

So, after they devised a beautiful plan, they started.

Scott Lang sneaked into the old man’s house, the alarm was turned off, the code lock was opened, and the safety door was opened...

After a series of challenges, he finally rushed into the safe, only to have a motorcycle jersey.

Scott Lang's head seemed to have been struck by lightning, and it went blank for a moment.

He was in vain, but he took the dress away by ghost.

The next day, after he saw the clothes, he twitched his head and put on the clothes curiously.

He really didn't understand why a piece of clothing that seemed so ordinary was placed in such a tight place.

And after he put it on, he understood.

I don't know what switch was touched, he shrank, and he was as small as an ant.

After he shrank and went through a series of adventures, a strange 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, and after going over the wall, he was caught by the police and thrown into the cell.

Just when he was desperate, he saw the old man, an old man named Hank Pym.

It turns out that all this is the plan of this old man.

Getting news about the old man from his accomplices, until he sneaked in and stole the suit, it was all within the old man's plan.

And, now Hank Pym offers him two options, one is to work for him, and the other is to be put in prison again.

For his daughter, he has no choice at all,

So, after using the battle suit the old man provided him, he shrank and rode out of the prison on a flying ant.

It's a pity that he fainted because of the first time he rode an ant fly.

The experience of these two days is like a movie, playing back and forth in Scott Long's mind.

He screamed in pain, trying to get rid of this nightmare.

But the more he struggled, the more painful he became. It wasn't until he fell from a high altitude that he screamed and woke up suddenly.

Looking at Scott Lang sitting up abruptly, Hank Pim, who was sitting across from the bed, said lightly: "You are awake."

"This is that?"

Scott Lang shook his head.

"My home."

Hank Pim got up and slowly said: "You woke up about the same time as I expected. If it is later, I will doubt your fitness for the job."

When he heard this, Scott Lang blinked and fell on the bed without hesitation, muttering in his mouth: "I'm still sleeping, just sleepwalking just now."

Hank Pim looked at Scott Long blankly and said: "Come down for breakfast in one minute, otherwise those little guys will have a close contact with you."

Speaking, some ants climbed onto Scott Long's bed.

Scott Lang pulled out a slit in one eye, and after looking at it, he continued to remain motionless.

Aren’t they just some ants?

He doesn't care.

"These little guys are giant tropical bullet ants. If they are bitten, huh..."

The words fell, Hank Pym turned and left.

Scott Long opened his eyes, carefully lifted the quilt, and walked downstairs.

He has heard of the names of these ants, and he doesn't want to be bitten.

It was his last stubbornness just now.

He reluctantly went downstairs to the living room, looked at Hank Pym who was eating breakfast, strode over, and sat opposite Hank Pym.

"What the **** do you want me to do?"

"Eat breakfast first."

Hank Pim said lightly, and while sipping his coffee, he picked up today's newspaper.

Scott Long curled his lips, picked up the bread, and smeared himself with bright red jam.

Seeing this scene, Hank Pim's face flashed astonishment, and after sweeping his gaze over the bright red ‘jam’, he smiled.

Scott Lang took a big bite of bread and chewed in his mouth...

Suddenly, his body became stiff, his face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and with a cry of pain, he spit out the bread in his mouth.

"Ah! So spicy! So spicy!"

He screamed, jumped up from the chair, spit out his tongue, breathed in pain, picked up a glass of milk and poured it down.

"Ahhh! No! Still so spicy! What is this?"

He glared at Hank Pym, and asked indistinctly.

"I made my own chili sauce!"

Hank Pim pushed his glasses calmly.

Chili, because he has planted a lot of somersaults on this thing, in order to defeat Mike, he has been secretly training his ability to eat spicy food.

Now, he can't do without this thing, and he is eating more and more spicy.

Scott Lang was so smug just now, he thought that the other person is also a person who likes to eat spicy food. As a result...

A look of disappointment flashed across Hank Pym's face.

"His! Hiss!"

Scott Long exhaled, feeling as if his mouth was on fire, and the whole mouth was gone.

Damn it!

Where is the perversion of eating chili sauce in the morning?

This is chili sauce? Is it a poison?

Scott Lang kept panting, filling himself with water and milk.

After a few minutes, he felt much better, opened his mouth, but made no sound.

"?"

Scott Lang looked blank, but Hank Pym's mouth was twitching frantically while looking at him.

"Ah! Abba, Abba!"

Scott Long pointed to the mouth that didn't seem to be his own, his face was anxious.

"Puff! Hahahaha!"

Hank Pym couldn't help but laughed.

Scott Lang looked dazed, turned around and rushed into the bathroom.

In the mirror, a man with two sausages on his face was staring at him.

"Ah, Abba!"

Scott Lang let out an inexplicable growl and walked out angrily.

Faced with that angry gaze, Hank Pim calmly touched some chili sauce on his bread, and slowly said: "Don't worry, take some medicine and it will go down soon."

"Abba!"

"Don't worry, I am an expert in this respect."

Scott Lang was relieved when he heard this, but the look in Hank Pym's eyes was still full of suspicion.

Just then ~IndoMTL.com~ the door opened, and two men and a woman walked in.

A hint of joy flashed across Hank Pym's face.

"Hope, you are back!"

Recently, the relationship between the father and daughter has become a lot more tense because he did not let Hope wear battle clothes.

Hope didn't respond, but Clark smiled at Hank Pym.

"This is the person you are looking for? A sausage mouth?"

Hope looked at Scott Long's eyes with suspicion.

Sausage mouth?

Scott Lang was startled, and said anxiously: "Abba, right!"

"Still a dumb?"

Suddenly, Hope was even more disgusted.

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