Marvel's father of superheroes

Scott Lang was gesticulating, trying to explain his current situation, showing that he was not a sausage mouth or a mute, but given his current state, it was strange that he could explain it clearly.

On the contrary, because of the exaggerated body movements, Hope doubted whether his father had found such a funny person from some circus.

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

Scott Lang nodded wildly.

Hope's expression remained unchanged.

It didn't matter to her whether Scott Long was mute or had a sausage mouth.

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

That's the competition.

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

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

Hope snorted and sat at the dining table with her arms crossed.

No matter what, she had to participate in this plan because she was worried about it, and she was also worried about Hank Pym.

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

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

Hank Pym couldn't help but ask.

Why is he wearing my pajama pants?

Clark murmured in his heart and shook his head at Hank Pym, but still looked at Scott Lang and sat at the dining table.

Scott Lang's hair stood up at the sight.

Is there something wrong with this person?

He muttered in his mind and sat aside while taking in the cold air.

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

Hank Pym looked at the sausage on Scott Lang's face, held back his laughter and walked upstairs.

Instantly, the atmosphere in the restaurant became awkward, except for Scott Lang who gasped from time to time and used a tissue to wipe the saliva on his lips that was no longer under his control.

"what happened?"

Seeing Clark staring at Scott Lang, Hope couldn't help but ask.

Clark shook his head: "Nothing."

damn it!Hope bought those pants for him!

Clark roared loudly in his mind.

Scott Lang's curious eyes moved back and forth between Clark and Hope, speculating on the relationship between the two and Hank Pym.

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

"No, I'd like to add that."

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

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

Hank Pym's breath hitched, and he felt his heart aching.

His daughter is getting further and further away from him...

damn it!

It's all Mike's fault!It's all his fault!

He cursed angrily in his heart and said coldly to Clark: "Tell bastard Mike to come here quickly!"

Clark smiled: "I told him that I would come over soon."

Hank Pym sat down angrily and said, "Eat breakfast first, and we'll talk about the mission later."

Hope and Clark nodded.

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

Who can be worse than him?

After breakfast, Hank Pym took the three of them to his study room and began to explain the mission and the training that Scott Lang would receive next.

Learn to control ants, become familiar with the use of suits, combat training, and memorize terrain maps.

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

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

Clark murmured in his mind.

Everyone in their family, except for Gwen and little Lamb, had it easy.

After thinking for a moment, he couldn't help but said: "Well, Uncle Hank, let us solve this matter. I..."

"Give it to you?"

Hank Pym raised his eyebrows and sneered.

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

As he said that, he imitated Mike's chin pinching action, looked at Clark and said with a weird smile: "Hey, Hank, when you need help, as long as you promise to finish the plate of dishes I made specially for you, , I’ll help you solve it!”

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

It is indeed possible for these two old men to do this.

Hank Pym groaned: "Please help me, don't even think about it! I can solve it myself!"

As he said that, he looked at Scott Lang fiercely and said, "Practice hard, or I will send you back to prison!"

Scott Lang: "!"

Did I say anything?

……

Night, Pim Technology Company.

Darren Krause's office.

A man with a head that was brighter than a light bulb was swaying a glass of wine gently with a satisfied smile on his face. He looked at the street outside and had the illusion that he was about to master the world.

No, this is not an illusion.

Darren Cross murmured.

His experiment has been successful. He has successfully shrunk a creature. He only needs to use the developed particles on his Wasp suit. After the final experimental adjustments, the Wasp suit will be completed.

By then, Darren Klass will become the hottest person in the world.

Pym particles…

Ah!

The old man obviously had mastered something that could change the world, but he sealed it away like a fool and refused to use it. What an idiot.

And when he wanted to persuade the other party to hand over the extraction formula of Pym particles to him, the other party actually refused.

Fortunately, when he was the other party's student, he secretly memorized a lot of things, otherwise he wouldn't have copied the Pym particles.

Oh, by the way, from today on, these things are no longer called Pym particles, but Klass particles.

As soon as he thought of this, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but raise.

Suddenly, his cell phone rang.

After glancing at the number, Darren Krause stopped shaking his wine glass and slightly knitted his brows together.

After hesitating, he picked up the phone.

"Hey."

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

Darren Krause groaned and said: "Impossible, it is absolutely impossible for me to hand over this technology to you."

"Damn donkey, don't forget who helped you perfect the Pym particles! Without me, you would still be dealing with those balls of broken meat!"

"Ha! But without my previous research and the basic formula I provided, this experiment would be even less likely to succeed."

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

"Of course!" Darren Krauss smiled lightly: "With your big head, you really can't do it!"

"What did you say? Say it again!"

The person over there shouted angrily, as if he wanted to tear Darren Cross into pieces. Obviously, what he just said touched a sore spot on the other side.

Darren Krause smiled and listened to the furious curses from the other party.

After stopping for 5 minutes and seeing that the other party had no intention of stopping, he twitched the corner of his mouth, pressed his aching head, and shouted angrily: "M.O.D.O.K.! If you keep talking nonsense, our cooperation will be ruined. It’s completely over! You know what you just said, there’s no way I can agree to it!”

As soon as he finished speaking, the constant yelling and cursing stopped, and then M.O.D.O.K.'s voice sounded again.

"Then we will continue to cooperate according to the previous agreement." M.O.D.O. said calmly: "I will provide you with nano-enhanced equipment, and you will provide me with Pym particles."

"it is good!"

Darren Cross responded with a smile.

……

"Hoo, hoo!"

Scott Lang was lying on the bed snoring, sleeping extremely deeply.

However, it is natural for this to happen.

He now spends the rest of his time studying hard, except for a few hours of eating and sleeping.

Control ants, ride ants, throw darts, get familiar with the suit, and fight training...

Ding Ding!

The alarm rang, but Scott didn't hear it at all and was still asleep.

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

Ok……

There are still some ice cubes floating in it.

This is the best way to wake up a sleeper.

As a child, he tried it on Charles and Eric with remarkable results.

With a bright smile on his face, Clark poured a basin of water filled with ice cubes on Scott Lang's head.

A person who was sleeping soundly, or even having a sweet dream, suddenly had a basin of ice water poured on his face. The sudden coldness made Scott Lang scream and jump up.

He looked at Clark angrily, thinking of what he had experienced in the past few days, but he swallowed the curse words that came to his lips.

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

Although his fighting skills were improving at a speed that was visible to the naked eye, the pain was really painful.

He even doubted whether he had a grudge against the other party.

"Training will start in 10 minutes."

Clark said calmly, turned around and walked downstairs.

10 minutes!

Scott Lang was shocked.

These 10 minutes include washing up, changing clothes, and eating breakfast.

Gotta hurry!Otherwise, the intensity of this fighting training would be doubled!

"I don't want to be beaten twice as hard."

With a murmur, Scott shuddered and moved quickly.

He came downstairs, rushed to the dining table, and stuffed a piece of breakfast into his mouth. After he finished eating, he noticed the look on Hank Pym's face.

Cold and serious, as if facing a powerful enemy.

With a sudden thought in his heart, he swallowed and asked carefully: "What happened? Has the plan changed?"

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

Hank Pym's expression was serious.

Scott Lang sat up straight unconsciously.

"My old friend, Mike Kent is coming!"

old friend?

Isn't it a good thing to have old friends come?

Scott Lang looked at Hank Pym in confusion, and then as if he realized something, he hurriedly said: "Wait, you said Mike Kent? Is that Mike Kent?"

Hank Pym, given Hank Pym’s past superhero identity, maybe he really knows that Mike Kent.

Hank Pym blinked and said, "Didn't I tell you?"

"Damn! You never told me!"

Scott Lang got excited.

That was Mike Kent, the man known as the strongest man, the man on the throne, the uncrowned king who controls the planet!

"Oh, that's it!"

Hank Pym nodded lightly.

Are you that excited?

Isn’t he just a bastard who likes to trick people with vegetables?

"and many more!"

Scott Lang turned his head stiffly and pointed at Clark with his trembling finger: "He, he is Mike Kent's son. Who is he? Looking at his body shape and hair volume... he can't be Superman!"

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

"Stop making trouble, the action will begin tonight."

Hank Pym looked helpless.

Tomorrow is Monday and Darren Krause will be giving a press conference tomorrow.

"Tonight, do I still train today?"

Scott Lang asked doubtfully.

"Of course... that's not necessary. You need to take a day off today. Although you are not perfect yet, you are still able to use it."

Hank Pym commented.

In fact, he is very satisfied with Scott Long's training progress.

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

"got used to."

Clark said apologetically.

"it's okay no problem!"

Scott Lang waved his hand, not thinking that Clark was deliberately teasing him. After all, he was Superman.

He stood up from the chair excitedly, rushed upstairs, rummaged through his luggage, looking for clothes with the Superman logo, and then found a pair of underwear marked with the S logo, and rushed downstairs with excitement on his face. .

"Superman, sign your name for me!"

"Just call me Clark."

Clark looked at the underwear in the other person's hand, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

Is this guy serious?

"puff!"

Hope couldn't help but laugh.

Clark sighed. After Scott Lang took a step towards him while holding up his underwear, he unconsciously stepped back and said helplessly: "When you complete this mission, we will take a group photo. I’ll just sign it for you.”

Group photo?

Scott Lang nodded happily, rolled up the underwear in his hand and stuffed it into his pocket.

Clark breathed a sigh of relief.

If he writes his name on it, Hope will laugh at him forever.

"Let's go, Scott."

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

"Preparation? For tonight's action?"

"No! For Mike Kent!"