Swart in Marvel

Swart knew that what the spirit fox said was true, but there was nothing he could do. He couldn't spend his own money to upgrade the surveillance in New York.

"Let me think about it" Swart twisted the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes tightly. In his plan, Scott is an indispensable figure.

"Forget it, it's unrealistic to find Scott through road surveillance. During this time, you should pay close attention to the movements of Pym Company. I think the Hornet suit will be released soon."

Speaking of the Wasp suit, Scott suddenly remembered one thing, that is, Darren Krauss seemed to have hooked up with an arms dealer named Carson, and then hooked up with Hydra led by Pierce, and finally That's what happened.

But now there is no Pierce at all. The person who leads the North American Hydra is Whitehall. This is very spiritual.

If it was Whitehall who wanted to buy these suits, then why didn't he tell Swart or the mercenary group?

If it wasn't Whitehall, then who could be the buyer? Swart didn't believe that the arms dealer active in Africa could afford to raise the Hornets.

His conjecture aroused the spirit fox's thinking. Regardless of which aspect he considered, Whitehall was the subject of investigation.

"I know about this, and I will let Blade take a look, if Whitehall has any other intentions."

There was no need for the spirit fox to say the next words. She did not deal with traitors once or twice in the original world. Her heart was not disturbed, and she even wanted to laugh a little.

"Hey, just think about it. What has Tony been doing recently?" I rarely hear from Tony recently. The crime rate in New York is getting lower and lower. Forget about the members of the Avengers, street heroes like Spider-Woman. Almost unemployed

It is precisely because Blade and White Wolf killed gangsters so hard that the gangs in New York have almost disappeared. The real predators have packed up their gangsters and fled, leaving only the young people watching the show in bars and dance halls. Gangster.

Precisely because the predators have all run away, during this period you can always see news about someone in a certain area who became addicted to drugs and went crazy on the street and was shot to death by the police.

Usually, drug dealers help cover it up, and no big trouble occurs, but now, in broad daylight, the public opinion has spread to the White House.

Back to the topic, "Tony is researching nanotechnology during this time, and the first generation of nano battle armor was around this time."

Swart nodded, "I remember that the real form of the nano-armor is the Mark 47, how old is he now?"

"It's Mark [-] now, and it can only be partially nanosized. It will take some time before it can be truly finalized."

"Well, it looks like it's still early for Mark [-]." Swart could only give up the idea of ​​asking Tony to customize a women's armor. After all, the wearable one is far less convenient than the nano-automatic covering type.

"What does Hank Pym mean?" Scott asked Hope, pointing to a group of three and four-year-old children in front of him.

Hope covered her mouth and chuckled, tapping the children in the dance class with her index finger, "It's not interesting, it just lets you exercise your body's flexibility. Superheroes are not as simple as you think."

"Let me introduce you to Tyrone Mingus, your dance teacher. In the following period, he will assist you in your body flexibility training."

"This is Scott Lang, your student."

Mingus walked forward with a smile and stretched out his right hand, "Mr. Scott, nice to meet you."

Everyone else was giving him face like this, so Scott couldn't refuse directly, so he could only nod his head.

"Now, let's start the first day of study." Mingus clasped his hands together, then motioned for Scott to stand in front of the horizontal tube next to the wall.

"Is this the beginning?"

"Please lift your feet up, that's right"

Mingus held down Scott's big foot and pressed it hard on the steel pipe, "Mr. Scott, please stand back a little."

Scott did as he was told. At this time, he felt a slight swelling on the back of his thigh.

Then Mingus winked at Hope, who understood and walked quietly behind Scott.

"what"

A loud and shrill scream resounded through the sky, startling the children who were practicing dance.

It turned out that Hope took advantage of Scott's inattention and pressed down on his body so hard that Scott, who already had bad ligaments, screamed out instantly.The pain in the inner thigh stimulates the brain. It comes suddenly and without preparation. It is basically impossible to return to normal within a week.

The reason for this judgment was that Scott was covering his thighs and curled up on the floor.Hope stood aside at a loss, not yet understanding what was happening.

Mingus, on the other hand, looked at the two of them in confusion. He meant to let Hope help Scott slowly master the feeling of leg press.Who knew that he would end up standing like this?

After this happened, Mingus could no longer continue teaching. The first priority was to send Scott to the hospital, in case of muscle strain, which would be troublesome.

"I, I didn't mean to do it." Hope, who had always been so arrogant, rarely showed her feminine attitude and looked at Scott with a confused look on her face, "It wasn't so difficult for me to learn to dance when I was a kid."

Scott was almost hurt internally after hearing this, and stared at Hope resentfully, "Can men and women be the same?"

Hope smiled awkwardly, "Probably, almost, probably, like, maybe different."

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"Okay, okay, didn't the doctor say there's nothing serious about you?" Hope supported Scott, who was limping, and muttered in his ear.

"If a moderate strain is not a big deal, then what is a big deal?" Scott pushed Hope's hand away angrily, pointed at her nose and said, "I think I will be pissed off by you before I become Ant-Man." I even thought about the memorial words on the tombstone: Scott Long, died in March 2009, cause of death: anger attack, excessive blood loss, cerebral hemorrhage and died."

Hope rolled her eyes at him, tapped Scott's lips with her index finger, and held his arm again, "It's not that serious. The Elf Group has a medicinal wine for bruises. Go back and apply some on it and rest for a week. It will be fine." , kiss, hug, hold high, be obedient and don’t get angry.”

Scott: ""

What he didn't know was that 80 years later, at Scott's 107-year-old funeral, the doctor's diagnosis was exactly the same as what he said at that time.

"Swart, we found Scott." The Spirit Fox user brought up a photo of Hope holding Scott's arm. The location in the photo was apparently a hospital in New York.