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"Hello, there is a courier here, please sign for it." Scott handed over the folded battle uniform with both hands and presented it to Hope.

Hope looked confused and didn't understand what medicine the strange man in front of him was selling.

"Express" Hope looked Scott up and down, "Which express company are you from, FedEx or UPS?"

It was Scott's turn to be speechless. Just when Scott was struggling, Hank Pym's voice came from inside the house.

"Hope, is this Scott? Let him come to the study to meet me."

"Scott"

"Well, I am."

"Then come in." Hope stared at Scott suspiciously, but didn't see anything.

The man in front of me, who is neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin, neither ugly nor handsome, could not be more ordinary and still has a little bit of wretchedness, can actually enter his father's study.

After watching Scott walk into the study on the left side of the living room and closing the door, Hope covered his forehead and exclaimed: "There must be something wrong with this world."

"What you mean is that you and your wife were once superheroes named Ant-Man. During another mission, your wife entered the quantum realm due to some force majeure factors and could never come back, so you gave up. He took on the identity of Ant-Man.”

Scott looked at the white-haired old man in front of him in surprise. He couldn't connect this old man with the word superhero.

Just look at the Battle of New York. Those superheroes wear armor and battle suits, summon thunder and lightning, and transform into Bigfoot. Which one is not the leader in the show-off world?

Then you tell him that there is a superhero in front of him who has been retired for decades. This is a fantasy for anyone.

But when Scott thought about the ability of the clothes to grow or shrink at will, it seemed to confirm the old man's statement.

Hank Pym hesitated, frowned and said: "In a sense, your summary is very correct."

"But now, I need you to help me."

"What does this have to do with me?" Scott pointed to his nose, with some vague speculation in his heart, but he couldn't believe it was true.

"Haha." Hank Pym chuckled twice, "Remember the mission you took, the one who issued it is me."

"You find someone to sneak into your home, steal your clothes, and then tell the thief that this is a test. The purpose of testing the thief is to let him inherit your mantle and become a new superhero."

Scott expressed his guess, and when he saw Hank Pym's "teachable" eyes and approving expression, he knew he had guessed right.

As expected, Hank Pym nodded, "You are right, I chose you, you have the potential to become the new Ant-Man."

"Actually, I'm more curious about why you chose me. Shouldn't your first target be your daughter Hope? I think you and your wife are both superheroes, and she should also have the potential to become a hero." Scott He asked very puzzledly. The woman who just opened the door for him was more suitable than him in every aspect.

Then Hank Pym's expression changed, he struggled for a while, and after a strong psychological struggle, he took a deep breath, "I'll be honest with you, I don't want Hope to do such a dangerous thing for decades. I lost my wife before, and I don’t want my daughter to go through the same fate as Janet.”

Scott spread his hands, not knowing what to say, so he could only use his bad-mouth ability, "Well, this is very selfish, isn't it?"

"I admit, I'm selfish, but as a father, I don't think it's a very strange thing. Plus I think you can understand me, as a father."

Thinking about it from his perspective, if Scott had to choose, he would probably choose someone else instead of his daughter Cathy.

"I want to know why you chose me"

When Hank Pym heard Scott ask this question, he knew that if nothing else happened, it should be done.

After all, Scott is just a small citizen with a criminal record. This status limits his interactions with his daughter. Not to mention whether his ex-wife is willing to let her daughter know that her father is actually a thief. Kurt, he won't let Cathy know his identity.

But now, if someone can give him a superhero identity, how could he not think about it?

Although becoming a hero may be dangerous, Scott resolutely embarked on this path. Being able to become a superhero in his daughter's heart is something that no father can refuse.

Back to the topic, Hank Pym also roughly understood Scott's psychological thoughts, "There is no reason, it is enough to be able to crack the security of Weta Company."

Scott was stunned for a moment, not understanding what Hank Pym meant, and then Hank Pym answered his question, "Vita is also a large international company, although it is not as good as my leather..." Mu technology, but you should be the first to break through his protection."

Although Scott didn't think this was so powerful and even took it as a warning, he had to admit that he did it.

It has been a while since Hank Pym's mission to steal clothes was released. There were dozens of thieves encountered in this apartment, but no one except Scott could succeed.

Most people were trapped in the fingerprint lock of Samson Technology, triggered the alarm of the password lock, and went in to squat.

The other small part is trapped in the Carbondale level, where computers cannot be used and bombs cannot be exploded. It takes half an hour to drill a hole with an electric drill, but a chainsaw can pass directly.

Countless heroes have used their blood and tears to prove that it is impractical to open this door in a short period of time using conventional methods.

But just yesterday, Scott redefined the job of breaking a goal.

Scott was the only one who could think of Carbondale's cold intolerance and take advantage of it.

Coupled with all the information Hank Pym has, it all implies that this man is the person he imagined.

Kindness, perseverance, responsibility and other qualities.

Of course, the shortcomings are also very obvious, such as occasional IQ arrears and other reasons.

Scott looked at Hank Pym sitting behind the desk suspiciously, "That's true."

"Really so"

After Hank Pym's repeated assurances, Scott only half-believed the letter.

"You have not chosen a new Ant-Man for so many years, and now you have chosen me. You must have encountered some trouble."