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Scott on the screen almost hummed a tune, as if this was something too childish for him.

He stood in front of the fingerprint security door, pulled off a piece of tape and pasted the old fingerprint left on the handle to reproduce the pattern, and then used the reproduced fingerprint to pass the scanning level.

5 minutes later.

Scott did not touch any alarms or make any unusual noises, and successfully entered the storage room, the main location for theft planned by his accomplices. In front of him, he saw the thickened safety steel door that was two meters long and one meter wide. .

"Well, this seems to be the same thing. It seems that we need some real materials!"

Looking at the pitch black insurance door from the last century in front of him, Scott muttered.

"What did you say?"

His partner in crime asked in confusion in the headset.

Scott didn't think about explaining, he just checked it by himself, and then exclaimed with some surprise: "No wonder you are looking for me, this safety door is really a troublesome guy."

"What's wrong?" his partner asked in surprise.

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

Scott gave a habitual smile.

"There is nothing to say about the hardness of this kind of steel, but it does have a shortcoming. Remember when the Titanic hit an iceberg, later inspection found that the cold resistance of the steel was average, causing the ship to sink very quickly."

Jack looked at the original Ant-Man Hank Pym questioningly when he saw this, and whispered: "I just noticed a problem, why do you always send videos of this man stealing to someone? Can you tell me secretly, you What kind of trouble is this? We are very pressed for time."

Hank Pym, the first-generation Ant-Man, leaned close to Jack's ear with an embarrassed look on his face and replied: "It's really inconvenient to say, let's continue watching."

At this time, the screen showed a close-up shot of Scott concentrating on opening the safe. Iron Man looked at it, his body suddenly trembled, as if he remembered something, and he suddenly realized and said loudly:

"I remembered that this man used to be the chief engineer of our Stark Group. He has always been considered a strong player in the field of technical research. I didn't expect that he has fallen to this level now."

As a former chief engineer, Scott was also a top thief. He knew how to pry open a safe just by looking at it.

Scott's hands were very steady. He drilled a small hole in the main structure of the safety door. After injecting a large amount of water, he used liquid nitrogen to accelerate freezing. The inside and outside of the safety door quickly froze into ice...

"There may be some noise here. Be prepared and watch closely for any accidents."

Scott finished his words.

Bang!

The entire safety door exploded directly from the inside, and the thick iron door fell to the floor with a bang.

Hearing the sound of the door breaking, Scott's partner in the headset couldn't hide his excitement and shouted:

"Everything is normal now, look what's inside!"

Scott smiled helplessly and hummed: "Last order, done."

Then he took a quick step, stepped over the steel door that had fallen to the ground, and entered the safe.

The curiosity of Jack and others was also fully aroused. The camera followed Scott's main perspective and everyone looked inside.

The safe was empty, with only a table on which lay a dusty dark red motorcycle suit and a strange-looking helmet.

"What is this stuff?"

Scott opened his mouth wide and was completely speechless.

Looking at the empty secret room with no cash or jewelry, Scott felt very strange. This transaction seemed to be in vain, but he really didn't want to continue stealing. Thinking of this, he felt a trace of anger. :

"Hell, there's nothing in here! Did you call me here just for a piece of junk like this?"

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

Hearing Scott's words through the headset, his accomplices in the car outside were also very surprised.

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

Looking at the weird motorcycle suit in front of him, Scott felt indescribably depressed. He finally chose to take action, but he didn't expect to encounter such a situation. There was no doubt that this trip was in vain.

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

It was certain that there was nothing valuable in the vault. The fat man with the cheeks was also very sorry. After all, he got this news from other places. He was just ordered to complete the task. Anyway, for him, if there were good things in it, he would be fine. If there was an extra income, it wouldn't be a loss for him if he didn't have it.

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

"know."

Scott thought for a while, then quickly put away the strange-looking motorcycle suit, followed the original path, carefully left the villa, and returned to the modified van on the roadside. After a while, the van quickly Left this area.

"Is your test mission complete now?" Captain America is an upright guy. At this time, he will inevitably have doubts about the first generation of Ant-Man. "So, you want to find out what this guy wants to steal, right? "

The first-generation Ant-Man looked at Captain America seriously and said seriously: "Please believe me, what I am doing is definitely a serious matter. We have to continue to watch. Please keep your surveillance system open."

Iron Man shrugged indifferently, pressed a transfer button, and said easily: "Don't worry, my surveillance technology is top-notch. As for this person, you can like him."

Jack waited for a while and said: "Stop, from this angle, it looks clear and the sound is also clearer."

Captain America looked at the few guys in front of him who were watching the excitement and were not afraid of trouble. He walked aside and started playing with the dumbbells next to him.

The van was parked next to the highway. The atmosphere in the car was very depressing. The fat man with the cheeks and the Internet genius he hired looked at Scott strangely. Their faces were as ugly as shit. They thought they had cake before they came, but ended up taking a bite. The feeling of feces is really unacceptable to them.

"So what we got after a hard night's work is this old biker suit?"

The corners of the cheeked fat man's mouth twitched slightly, and he looked at the strange clothes in Scott's hands that he had worked so hard to obtain. The key was that they were still so shabby.

The guy who claimed to be an Internet genius curled his lips and added: "To be more precise, it's a weird motorcycle suit. It's a second-hand suit of this quality. If you put it online for even five dollars, I don't want it. I don't have the money to wash it." It costs a lot.”

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

The cheeky fat man sighed heavily.

At this time, Scott looked down at the uniform in his hand and touched the workmanship and material of the clothing. As a former engineer, his intuition told him that this clothing could never be just a simple motorcycle uniform.