I'm in Marvel's infinite draw

Chapter 506 Wind Elemental Monster

On the van parked by the road, the atmosphere inside the car was very depressing. The three accomplices stared straight at Scott, with ugly faces as if they thought they were cakes, but ended up eating a mouthful of feces.

"So what we got after a hard night's work is this old biker suit?"

The corner of the fat man's mouth twitched slightly, looking at the strange clothes in Scott's hands that were stolen from behind the villa's double security doors.

Another companion added: "To be more precise, it's a weird motorcycle suit. I don't want this second-hand clothes even if they are put on the Internet for five dollars."

"What else can I do, let's withdraw first, this time it's a car overturn."

The fat man with the cheeks sighed heavily, drove the van, and quickly left the villa area.

Scott looked down at the uniform in his hand, and his intuition as a former engineer told him that this suit could never be just a simple motorcycle suit.

Will the motorcycle suit be placed behind the Carbondale anti-theft door?Moreover, it was covered with dust. Obviously, someone had treasured it for many years, and it was not put in it by mistake.

The most important thing is the material of this suit, as well as the matching helmet style, which he has never seen before...

With a lot of doubts, Scott returned home with his accomplices. No matter what, the things were stolen, so it would be impossible to put them back, right?

The criminal team did not notice that there were dozens of ants on the wall of the target villa, acting as monitors in different corners, monitoring everything that happened inside and outside the house just now.

On the other side, the basement of a certain villa.

Hank Pym and Hope hadn't fallen asleep yet. They sat in front of the screen, quietly watching the van of Scott and others leave.

"How is it?" Hank Pym looked at his daughter with a smile.

Hope had a stern face, folded his hands on his chest, and said humbly, "You really are a real thief."

"I mean his skill, his guts, his intelligence."

Hank Pym narrowed his eyes. As a generation of Ant-Man, he naturally knew very well what kind of special talents he had to possess to become an Ant-Man.

Hope didn't say a word, as if acquiescing, pondering: "Now that the battle suit is in his hands, what then?"

"Go back to sleep, at least wait for him to try once..."

Hank Pym is like an old fox, with meaningful eyes under the lens.

the next morning.

The dazzling sunlight fell from the window onto the head of the bed. Scott woke up with sleepy eyes and went to the bathroom to wash his mouth and face in his slippers. He happened to see the dark red uniform thrown by the washbasin last night.

Originally, he wanted to wash it in the washing machine first, but after thinking about it, Scott decided to try it on, so he took off his clothes and put on the strange uniform from the feet to the neck.

Before he was about to put on the helmet, Scott suddenly found a test tube filled with liquid on his clothes, which was marked 'Pym particles' in English.

"Pym particles? Is it placed here?"

At the waist of the uniform, Scott found an inner tank that could just fit the reagents. He didn't think too much about it. After stuffing the Pym particle test tube into the inner tank, he put on the matching helmet.

Wearing a strange uniform, Scott stood in front of the washbasin, looked at himself in the mirror, and muttered to himself: "The style of this dress is a bit like an ant... yes, it is an ant."

"The main purpose is..."

Scott sees the glove part of the uniform, there's a red button, he presses it as he tries, and...

at the same time.

On the roof of Scott's house, a cloud of red mist descended from the sky, and a mysterious man wearing an armored cloak appeared from it.

Quentin coldly looked down at the house below, stretched out his hands, and a group of cyan whirlwind emerged from it. As it continued to rotate, it turned into a tornado with a radius of two meters in the blink of an eye. It also showed facial features and hands that resembled a physical monster. .

Wind element monster.

"Go, go." Quentin reached out and pointed at the house, and the wind elemental monster immediately flew down under the command.

At this time, Scott's home.

"Scott, are you there, Scott?"

The fat man with the cheeks had just bought breakfast from outside and wanted to ask Scott to eat with him, but he opened the door of the room and found that he had already woken up, but no matter how hard he searched in the house, he couldn't find Scott's whereabouts.

"Strange. Where did that guy go so early?"

The fat man looked at the empty bathroom, and returned to the hall in surprise. He didn't see a creature as tiny as an ant on the washbasin waving and shouting at him.

"Scott, if you're not here, I'll eat breakfast first."

The fat man with the cheeks said the last thing. He sat on the dining chair and just took out a piece of butter bread when the doors and windows on the first floor outside were suddenly knocked open by the strong wind.

Bang! !

With countless broken stones and glass, the strong wind ravaged everything in the room, and a huge solid monster formed by the blue wind forced its way into the house, stretched out its giant hand and pinched the fat man with cheeks in it.

"Don't, don't kill me!"

Faced with the sudden change, the fat man with the cheeks almost pissed in fright, and what met his gaze was the huge blurry and frightening face of the wind elemental monster.

"Hand over that suit!" The wind element monster roared at the fat man with cheeks, exhaling a strong wind, blowing his hair and cheeks to one side.

"What clothes?" The fat man with the cheeks was stunned and didn't react for a while.

"The suit you got!" The wind element monster continued to scream, and the strong wind mixed with sand made the fat man hurt.

The fat man hurriedly said: "Yes, yes, we got a set of clothes, but it's not in my hands, it's at Scott's! But now Scott is not at home!!"

"Hand it over, or die!"

The wind elemental monster uttered threats on its own, and part of its body ravaged and destroyed the furniture and walls in the house.

"It's really not in my hands!" The fat man with the cheeks was crying, his neck was pinched and he almost couldn't breathe.

On the roof of the house.

Quentin frowned, and the intelligent aircraft scanned and detected, but indeed he did not find the man named Scott, nor did he find the existence of the Ant-Man suit.

How is it possible that someone who never left the house just disappeared for no reason?

Before Quentin could think too much, a black spot suddenly appeared in front of him. He looked up keenly, and saw that the black spot kept approaching and enlarged, and soon turned into a big tree...

Tree?

Quentin quickly flew up to dodge, and the uprooted pine tree slammed down on the roof where he had been staying, leveling the head of the house directly.

Quentin's pupils contracted slightly, and he flew in the air, looking a hundred meters away, but he couldn't see a single person.

"Who the hell? Throwing a tree from such a long distance. Is this warning me?"

Quentin lowered his head and thought for a while, smiled coldly, and chose to retreat in the red mist.

After Quentin left, the wind elemental monsters in the house changed from solid to incorporeal, and quickly dissipated like the wind.

The fat man with the cheeks fell limply on the ground, touching his neck with lingering fear.

"Fat, are you alright?"

The door of the bathroom suddenly opened, Scott, who was still wearing the Ant-Man uniform, holding the helmet in his hand, rushed out of the bathroom in surprise, and ran towards the fat man on the ground.

"Where did you go just now?" The fat man looked at Scott with a pale face.

"I do not know."

Scott shook his head, took a deep breath and said, "I just know that we have to return this dress as soon as possible, otherwise something big will happen!"

(End of this chapter)