Some Unscientific Marvel Scientist

Kraft is a little confused now.

It’s impossible not to be confused!While they were watching the show, Darren Cross, who was fighting Ant-Man, suddenly rushed in front of them.

While quickly returning to normal size, he picked up Arale by the waist with one hand, pinched Arale's neck with the other hand, and pointed the intact mechanical tentacle at Arale in his arms.

"If you don't want this little girl to get hurt, just get out of the way!"

Darren Cross, who was at the end of his rope, roared while wary of the Avengers and Ant-Man.

"Ouch?"

Arale, who was held in his arms, was stunned for a moment, and then showed a big smile.

"Is this a gangster game? I was caught! Hahahahaha!"

"Shut up! Or I'll kill you!"

The nervous Darren Krause viciously threatened Arale in his hand.

Arale, who still thought she was playing a bandit game, closed her mouth very cooperatively, but her little face was filled with expressions of excitement and anticipation.

After being stunned, Kraft and Angela looked at Darren Krauss as if they were fools. It would be wrong to hold anyone hostage, but they actually went to hold Arale hostage. No wonder this bald man had problems in two press conferences. Apparently he was born with Just an unlucky one.

"Ahhhhh! Brother! Find a way to save Arale!"

Alice shook Kraft's arm vigorously, her voice almost crying.

Kraft and Angela had to turn their stupid eyes to Alice.

"Eh? What's wrong?"

Alice, who was holding Kraft's arm, faced the two men's gazes and asked blankly.

"Sister Alice, what do you think that fool has the ability to hurt Arale?" Angela held her forehead and sighed.

"Ah...that's right...I forgot about it, hehe..."

Alice finally reacted, lowered her head in embarrassment, and touched the back of her head.

Kraft and others who were familiar with the situation did not react much, but others did not understand the situation. Although they despised Darren Krause's actions, they had to take action.

Especially the second-generation Ant-Man, Scott Lang, who has a daughter, has already developed murderous intentions towards Darren Cross.

"Put that little girl down! You disgusting bastard!"

"Klaus! You are really crazy!"

Hank Pym also pushed away Steve who was standing in front of him, and said to Darren Krauss with a look of disgust: "I actually held an innocent child hostage. This further proves that I didn't tell Pym at the beginning. The particle thing was the right choice.”

"If you hadn't been blocking me all the time, how could I have gotten to this point!"

Darren Krauss had his own logic, growling at Hank Pym.

"In the past, you refused to tell me the formula of Pym particles. That was your freedom! But now, I have developed the yellow shirt on my own! You can never take it away from me again!"

"Just a stranger, I have something to say. I think what he said makes sense. Although the thing is called Pym particles, Dr. Pym doesn't seem to have applied for a patent, so it should be legal for him to develop the same technology on his own. What's more, What’s more, he is now the president of Pim Technology, and he is very popular.”

If you don't take into account the harmfulness of Pym particles mentioned by Hank Pym, Kraft feels that Darren Krauss's approach is actually not very wrong, and even a little inspirational.

Hank Pym glared at Kraft covertly, but then thought that he might be worried about his sister and deliberately spoke for Darren Krauss, so he did not argue with him, but continued to persuade Kraft bluntly.

"I have said that Pym Particles can cause harm to the human body, and imperfect Pym Particles can also make the user's mind unstable. Klaus, you have been affected now, don't make any more mistakes. ."

"Hey...why is it this setting again..."

Craft whispered, these inexplicable black technologies are like anti-theft insurance. If they are not used by specific people, they will become mentally unstable, as if they are deliberately creating some villains.

But after thinking about the information in the memory fragments, Kraft felt that this situation was quite normal. It was just a routine being used over and over again, which was a bit boring.

"Hey guys, I have a plan."

While Hank Pym was confronting his students, Steve whispered on the Avengers channel.

"Wait a minute and I will attack his right hand with the shield. Barton, go and get rid of the second 'horn'. The little girl will be left to you, Tony."

"Uh... I think we don't need to be so anxious," Tony Stark, who already knew that Arale was a robot, said calmly on the channel: "Didn't Coulson tell you? This girl is not a human being. "

Because S.H.I.E.L.D. had no intention of targeting Alice and the others for the time being, Nick Fury did not tell Steve and the others about this for the time being. After all, they were just a few bionic robot girls and could not be called a threat.

"Sorry, you said not human...what do you mean?"

Old Antique Steve doesn't understand what Tony Stark means.

"Well, to put it simply, she is a robot that looks like a human. She was made by Kraft using tools such as hammers and wrenches... Can you understand this explanation?"

"I know what robot means..."

Feeling that he might be despised by Stark, Steve was a little unhappy, but he couldn't help but marvel in his heart.

At this time, Arale, who had been held in Darren Krause's arms, felt a little bored.

"Hey? Haven't you entered the shooting scene yet?"

Arale raised her head and asked.

"It's so boring to stay like this all the time."

"Shut up! I'm not playing games with you!"

Now is his life-or-death moment, and the hostage in his hand actually thinks he is playing a game, which makes Darren Cross very angry.

"Hey? Aren't you playing a game?" Arale tilted her head, "So, are you really a bad guy?"

"So what?!"

Darren Cross shouted impatiently.

Then he was shocked to find that the little girl in his arms easily opened his palms strengthened by the suit, pushed his arms away, broke free from his grasp and jumped to the ground.

"Hey!"

After Arale landed on the ground, she turned to look at Darren Krause, held a pair of small fists and raised them high, and said with a serious face: "Arale is going to start beating the bad guys!"

Darren Krause: "...Huh?"

The development of the plot was so sudden that everyone except Kraft and the others were unable to react.

So they watched helplessly as the little girl named Arale shook her pink little fist, and then lightly punched Darren Krause's thigh.

"drink!"

The petite fist touched Klaus's thigh wrapped in the suit, and then everyone saw that Darren Klaus seemed to have been hit by an out-of-control heavy truck, spinning rapidly like a windmill while straightening. It flew out, crashed through a wall, and became embedded in a two- to three-meter-wide pillar.

Under the impact of this huge force, Darren Cross passed out without even having time to scream. This was the result of Arale's habitual withdrawal of strength.

The yellow-shirted battle suit that also suffered Arale's fist was shattered into pieces by this unreasonable punch. It fell to the ground along the trajectory of Klaus's flight, leaving only a few scattered fragments still hanging. On his body.

"Yo ho ho! The bad guy was defeated by me!"

Arale cheered and jumped up to Kraft's side.

"It's really nice."

"Arale is such a good child."

"Good job!"

The brothers and sisters did not hesitate to praise her, and each stroked Arale's little head.

"Yeah! Arale was praised!"

The happy Arale opened her short legs and ran to Tony Stark again, looking at him expectantly.

"Ha...haha...Arale is such a good child..."

Tony Stark smiled dryly and patted Arale's head like Kraft.

The next plot is that Arale comes to others one after another to ask for praise.

At least Coulson had some idea of ​​Arale's strength and had a general understanding of her character from the game, so his mentality was relatively stable.

But the others were greatly shocked. They could only stare blankly at the ridiculous scene in front of them, and then mechanically imitated Kraft and the others, completing the actions of praising and patting their heads.