Marvel's Kryptonians

Chapter 372 The First Appearance of Ant-Man
At this time, a restaurant in New York.

About 30 years old, but with a bearded face and a sense of vicissitudes on his face, he can no longer be called a young uncle. Wearing a waiter suit, he squatted in a daze at the door of the restaurant in frustration.

His name was Scott Lang, and he had only been out for a few months after he had been in prison for theft.Although he managed to find a low-level job, after the divorce, even the custody of his eldest daughter, who was a few years old, was difficult to win back.

Scott needs a sum of money now, a sum of money, and he probably won't be able to earn half of his life as a waiter.

Perhaps knowing Scott's current situation, "old friends" in twos and threes appeared in front of him again, throwing a cake-like suggestion to him who was in trouble.

After Scott heard the proposal from his old friend, he didn't think too much about it, and immediately declined.

"Still stealing? Please, I've already washed my hands in Jinpan, and I can't go to jail again!"

"Shh, buddy, keep your voice down."

One of the chubby guys put Scott's shoulders on his shoulders and lowered his voice.

"We really need you this time. I can guarantee that this is your last order. As long as you accept it, the money you get will not only be worry-free for the rest of your life, but even your daughter will be able to return to you." around."

Scott was silent, and had to say that he was moved, and he could do anything for his daughter.

"Tell me about who the target is." Scott said in a deep voice.

"I knew it, you wouldn't refuse."

The fat man clenched his fist excitedly and said simply.

"The other party is a businessman and scientist. He has many properties in New York. He has a villa that has been idle for a long time. According to my understanding, there is a super safe room there. By the way, the businessman's name is Hank Pym..."

Late that night, a van with curtains was parked on the road in the villa area.

"I'm leaving."

Scott, who was wearing a night suit, put on the headset and mask, and got off from the back door of the van.

The other accomplices who stayed in the car manipulated various instruments and equipment, blocked nearby surveillance and signals, and monitored every move in the nearby streets, with a degree of professionalism no less than that of international robbers.

After Scott got out of the van, he approached the target villa in diameter. He came to the wall, climbed over into the courtyard skillfully and dexterously, opened the anti-theft window with a tool, and crawled into the villa with a cat.

"The alarm system was not triggered, this guy is amazing!"

Sitting in the modified carriage, Louis' internet genius friend couldn't help but boast when he saw Scott's performance.

"Otherwise, why do you think I would have to hire him for this job? He is a professional!"

Hearing the feelings of his friends, Louis said proudly.

Then, they continued to carefully monitor the villa and the surrounding situation to ensure that no accidents would happen.

"Along the hall, there are stairs on the right hand side, go up to the second floor, and the goal is the third storage room from the bottom..."

Following the instructions from his companion through the headset, Scott turned on the flashlight and came to the storage room on the second floor. When he saw the fingerprint security door, he couldn't help but smile slightly.

This is too childish, so naturally it won't bother him.

Paste the old fingerprints left by the handle with tape, reproduce the texture, and pass the scanning level with the reproduced fingerprints.

5 minutes later.

Scott didn't touch any alarms, and entered the storage room smoothly, and saw the thickened safety steel door that was two meters long and one meter wide.

"It seems that some real materials are needed!"

Looking at the insurance gate from the last century in front of him, Scott muttered.

"What did you say?"

The people outside asked puzzledly.

Scott didn't even think about explaining, he was a little surprised after checking the gate.

"No wonder you are looking for me, this is a troublesome guy." Scott exclaimed.

"What's wrong?" The companion asked in surprise.

"It's Carbondale, made in 1910, out of Titanic steel."

Scott gave a habitual smile.

"Remember hitting the iceberg? Its cold resistance is average."

Scott is a former chief engineer, and he is also a top thief. He knows how to pry open the safe at a glance.

A small hole was drilled on the main structure of the safety door, and after injecting a large amount of water, the freezing was accelerated with liquid nitrogen, and the inside and outside of the safety door quickly froze into ice...

'Boom! '

After a while, the entire safety door exploded open, and the door fell to the floor with a bang.

Hearing the sound of breaking the door, the companion on the headset couldn't help shouting excitedly.

"Look, what's inside!"

Scott was also extremely excited. With a stride, he crossed the steel door that fell to the ground and entered the safe room.

But it was empty inside, except for a table, on which was a set of dusty dark red motorcycle suits and a strange helmet.

"What is this stuff?"

Scott opened his mouth wide and was completely speechless.

"There's nothing in here!"

Seeing the empty secret room with no cash or jewelry, Scott shouted angrily.

"What? Is there nothing? No cash, no jewelry?"

Louis, who was in the car outside, was also very surprised when he heard Scott's words through the headset.

"No! There's only one motorcycle suit here!"

Looking at the weird motorcycle suit on the table in front of him, Scott felt unspeakably depressed.I finally chose to make a shot, but I didn't expect to encounter this situation.

"I'm sorry, Scott, but I know you need the money badly."

After making sure that there was nothing of value in the vault, Louis was also sorry, after all, he got the news from other places.

"Forget it, come back, let's think of other ways."

"know."

Then, based on the principle of not returning empty-handed after a shot, Scott quickly put on the seemingly weird motorcycle suit.Then, he left the villa and quickly left with the modified pickup truck parked on the side of the road.

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 even five dollars for this second-hand clothes on the Internet."

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

The cheeky fat man sighed heavily.

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.

(End of this chapter)