I'm in Marvel's infinite draw

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!"

Chapter 507 Ant-Man Prison Break, Earth Elemental Monster

Wait until nightfall.

Scott took the mysterious Ant-Man uniform, and really went to the original target villa, intending to put the damn thing back behind the safe door.

This dress is so strange that it can shrink a person, almost drowning him in the washbasin water, and it also provokes unknown wind monsters.

"It's here."

Scott looked at the villa with no lights turned on in front of him, and sneaked over the wall, but the moment his feet landed, daylight lights were turned on in the yard of the villa, and more than a dozen spotlights focused on him. .

"broken!"

Scott's complexion changed drastically, he turned around, and wanted to run away, but the lights were also turned on behind him, and then figures walked out of the hidden darkness.

A dozen or so police officers who had already ambushed in the courtyard held loaded police guns and surrounded Scott, "Police! You have been arrested."

Scott didn't know what to say anymore, he smiled wryly and said, "I, I'm just here to return the things."

"Do you think our people's police will believe your nonsense? Handcuff it and take it away!"

With a wave of the police captain, several police officers handcuffed Scott, arrested him, got into a police car, and returned to the local police station.

A few flying ants flying in the low sky probed and reported this scene in detail to the basement of a certain villa.

"I should go."

Hank Pym put on a neat suit and straightened his tie a little. After waving goodbye to Hope inside, he opened the door of the basement and walked out.

"Just him... is he really more suitable to be an Ant-Man than me?"

Looking at the screen conveyed by the camera, Scott, who was roasted by a group of policemen, still shook his head unacceptably.

In the holding cell of the New York Wharton Street Police Department.

Scott sat on the single bed, covering his face with his hands in a downcast. He had just left the prison not long ago, and he was about to step into it again unexpectedly, which made him both frustrated and extremely regretful.

Self-reflection for 5 minutes or so.

The police came to inform Scott in the detention room that he was summoned by the owner of the villa, which made Scott uneasy, for fear that the owner of the villa would insist on accusing him and let him spend the rest of his life in prison.

It can be said.

Since Scott stepped into Hank Pym's villa, he has been completely set, and he can no longer escape the control of others.

On the interrogation table.

Scott and Hank sat at each side of the table, looking at each other face to face for the first time.

"Sorry sir, I shouldn't have stolen your clothes."

Scott was about to say something to apologize and get forgiveness from the other party, but Hank said lightly: "Maggie is right, no wonder she doesn't want to hand Cathy to you. Once you fall into a slump, you will leave into the way of thieves."

"Why do you know about Maggie and Cathy?"

Scott was stunned, Maggie was his ex-wife, and Cathy was his own daughter he wanted to apply for.

"Isn't it obvious? This means that I have investigated you deeply."

Like a confident businessman, Hank said bluntly: "Okay, let's not waste each other's time, I will give you two options. One, live your life in prison. Two, return to the detention room and follow my instructions .”

"Who the hell are you?"

Scott stared straight at Hank, no matter how dull he was, he knew he was being plotted against.But now someone else has the handle, and they don't have any capital to talk to each other.

"My name is Hank Pym, and I'm a scientist."

Hank smiled lightly, without saying much, left the seat of the interrogation table, and left directly outside the police station.

"Even if I agree, how can I obey the instructions in the detention room?" Scott was puzzled when he returned to the detention room, but after a while, he fully understood the meaning of Hank's words.

A group of small ants appeared out of nowhere and crawled into Scott's detention room. They also worked together to carry a small uniform.After the ant put the uniform on the ground, with a whooping sound, the uniform became more than a hundred times larger and returned to its original size that could be used by humans.

"This is the dress."

Scott opened his eyes wide and looked at the Ant-Man uniform on the ground that looked like a motorcycle hand. A flying ant flew up from the ground and came not far from him, and made Hank's voice, "Put it on, listen to me act on orders."

"Camera, microphone?" Scott looked at the flying ant in surprise, and the ant was carrying an ultra-miniature camera and microphone.

Scott gritted his teeth, risking being spotted by the patrol police at any time, and put on the Ant-Man uniform on the ground on the spot.

On the roof of the police station building.

Quentin stood upright on it, manipulating the unmanned aerial vehicle. When he saw the feedback message, his face suddenly showed a thoughtful look, "It turns out that this is the case. Last time, my body became smaller, which caused my body to shrink. Didn't you find it?"

"You can't escape this time."

While Quentin was speaking, another red mist appeared in his hands. This time the mist spun and condensed, but instead of forming a wind elemental monster, it was mainly composed of yellow-brown sand, forming a huge sand monster.