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"I don't want to do any multiple-choice questions!"

The next second, Scott, who was so frightened, had already taken off his helmet. He lay weakly on the roof of the car and gasped. What he had experienced just now was enough to make an ordinary person like Scott... People's psychology has been greatly affected, and all this seems incredible to him.

"Hey! What do you want to do lying on the roof of my car? Do you have too much money to burn?"

Just as Scott was lying on the roof of the car in shock, the car owner who had gone out to do errands had just come back and saw Scott lying lazily on the roof of his car. At that time, there was a kind of spray on his face. I'm sorry for my expression.

"Oh! I'm sorry, I'm leaving right away! I'm leaving now!"

Seeing the car owner appear, Stark's nerves tensed up and he immediately realized the mistake he had made. After hurriedly apologizing, he quickly got up.

"Wait, I want to leave. It's not that cheap. Let me check the car first."

Stark quickly put the helmet back on, pressed the button, and knitted the yarn. His pocket was cleaner than his face now, and he had no hair. What compensation could he get?

When Jack saw this, he glanced at the original Ant-Man and his daughter Hope, and said jokingly:

"So, your boring test is just to find someone who might eventually turn into a comedian's funny Ant-Man II? I think you have seen how funny the emoticon he just made is, right? Planting Pym particles...has no side effects."

Hank Pym, the first generation of Ant-Man, fell into deep thought. After being silent for a long time, he said lightly:

"In general, this is the first time he has put on my Ant-Man suit. According to his current performance, the matching degree can reach more than 90%. I think his rich facial expressions just now must have been suddenly arrived. The unbelievable incident was very frightening, and it falls within the scope of normal people's reactions."

Jack said, "What are you going to do next?"

The first generation of Ant-Man: "The test continues... I have to trouble you to find his accomplices. We can just sit here and watch, thanks to Iron Man's micro camera."

Jack: "I hope this is the last time, I really don't want to deal with that crap anymore."

The first generation of Ant-Man: "Then let's continue watching here."

on the monitor screen.

After Scott returned home in a bit of embarrassment, he took off the Ant-Man suit as quickly as possible.

Then he neatly stuffed them back into the bag, and kept complaining in his mouth: "Damn, damn it, I can't bear this damn thing... Why is it not dark yet, I It must be returned to you.”

After installing the Ant-Man suit, Scott threw it on his sofa, fearing that someone would touch it again and something weird would happen.

After thinking about it, Scott felt uneasy again, and then he simply threw his body on the sofa, completely covering the Ant-Man suit, and then he closed his eyes with peace of mind.

The original Ant-Man stared at the sleeping Scott on the screen and asked Jack impatiently: "Why haven't your people arrived yet? Hurry, we have to race against time."

Jack rolled his eyes: "At this point, I should be ready. I have put in all my effort for your test."

Jack's words had just finished.

They saw Scott on the screen, as if he heard something, he sat up from the sofa. After a while, he started to walk towards the door.

A fat man with cheeks who looked a little disgusting appeared in their field of vision.

Hope, the daughter of the first generation Ant-Man, saw this and said in disgust: "I knew he was not a good person. You can see it clearly just by looking at his friends."

Ruth looked at Hope with a surprised look on her face, an expression that said you still knew.

Jack frowned. It seemed that things were not what he thought. Miss Hope did not like Mr. Scott, who was about to become the second generation of Ant-Man. Well... there must be other reasons.

Jack's curiosity was aroused again, and he carefully observed Scott on the screen, the magical second-generation Ant-Man in his memory.

When the fat man with the cheeks saw Scott again, his spirit had changed significantly. This change was as if he had just received a huge sum of money. It seemed that every piece of flesh on his face was smiling now.

"Mr. Scott, I have heard about another task that is very suitable for you. This task is very simple. There is a boss who has been in trouble recently and needs someone to steal a document from a place."

"The mission reward is a reward of [-] yuan."

"It is said that the document is hidden in an ordinary residential area. It is not too complicated. The only difficulty at present is that the boss who issued the task cannot provide the specific safe in which the document is hidden."

"However, with your strength Scott, it shouldn't be a problem to find this key safe."

"Hey! Scott! Cheer up! I'm talking to you!"

As soon as the fat man with the cheeks came in, he couldn't wait to talk about his mission like a machine gun. The key was that he had made a big profit this time. He looked at Scott in front of him with a contemptuous look, as if he had discovered a money tree.

However, unlike the excitement of the fat man with cheeks, Scott let him into the room, sat on the sofa again, pretended to be sleepy, found a quilt and covered his face, pretending to be dead to see off the guests. After all, the family is so poor, and they are no longer afraid of this scumbag, who can take something from a place with nothing.

When Hope saw this, he smiled contemptuously and said confidently to the Ant-Man generation next to him:

"It will be dark in two hours. I bet that he will not send you back those clothes. His mentality will definitely choose to use those clothes to rob the bank."

Hank Pym, the original Ant-Man, said: "If it's true what you say, I will give up on this man, and no matter how closely he fits this Ant-Man suit..."

The first-generation Ant-Man turned to look at Jack and asked, "The person you're looking for won't leak the secret, right?"

Jack chuckled lightly, "Don't worry, I know this type of scum very well. Their character, fear of death is their only advantage."

Hope looked at the original Ant-Man, Hank Pym, aside, and felt as if you must be blind to find such a man.

on the screen.

The fat man with cheeks in Scott's room obviously had a bit of anxiety on his face. Seeing that Scott didn't respond, he sat directly next to Scott, then reached out and lifted off the thin quilt on his body.

"What are you doing again?!"

Scott asked boredly.

"You have to believe me. I really want to help you. I came here to tell you because I knew this news would be helpful to you."

"I can't believe your news now, please don't trick me again!"

Scott said with an ugly expression.