Osborne Megacorp

"Smart little kitten, but boss, I majored in electrical engineering, not veterinary medicine or zoology - you know that, right?" After sitting for a while, Scott was a little confused.

If I read it correctly, his new boss has been discussing simple IQ test questions with a black-footed cat, such as "Category the following patterns according to certain rules", or "Choose the appropriate pattern to fill in the blanks" and so on topic.

The key is that this little kitten reacts quite quickly and seems to really understand human speech.

If he guessed correctly, this should be some kind of advanced zoological technology, or even this cute-looking kitten might be some kind of biological weapon.

But this has nothing to do with him being an electrical person?

"Of course, but you're self-taught and you fooled the boss of Vista Company, right? You see, a degree certificate does not indicate what you are suitable for, nor does it determine what you will do."

Harry shrugged. For people like these who are destined to become the main plot characters of superheroes, the degree certificate is just a piece of paper.

"This little kitten is called Carlo, isn't it cute?"

Scott nodded, it was cute, but he still didn't think he was suitable to be an animal researcher.

"Black-footed cats are one of the smallest cats, with a body length of 36-52 centimeters and an average weight of 1.6 kilograms. However, they can attack lambs four times their size. They are actually ferocious carnivores."

Harry smoothed Carlo's fur. The kitten's cognitive and understanding abilities were comparable to those of a 6-7 year old child, but it still couldn't overcome its instincts. In essence, it was still just an overly smart little kid. Cat.

"Meow--" Carlo said something to Harry, and then jumped off the table eagerly.

"Let's get down to business, Mr. Lang. I called you here because I found that you and your friends were planning another theft." Harry clapped his hands and put away all the projectors.

Scott's face changed: the good brother who picked him up from prison had indeed made an appointment with him, but he had already rejected the offer.

"I have absolutely no intention of returning to my old career - I no longer work in any field. I just want to find an ordinary job. I have to be responsible for my daughter's child support." Scott raised his hands nervously, holding his hands on his chest. Front cross.

This is the embarrassing situation that people who are released from prison will face. It is difficult for a person with a criminal record to be reused, not to mention that the target of Scott's crime is his own employer.

A company called Vista Corporation used deception to charge high service fees and rob employees of their bonuses. Scott became so angry that he directly stole millions of the boss's deposits and gave them to the victims. He drove the boss's luxury car into the swimming pool and posted the process online.

Scott may have a master's degree in electrical engineering, but with a history of stealing and insulting employers, it's hard for any company to hire him.

In fact, in the original work, even an ice cream shop was unwilling to give him a job - of course, it might be Hank Pym who was behind it.

"It seems that you also know that your criminal record can easily put you in an embarrassing situation. Society will quickly push you into a desperate situation, and then you will find that you have no other choice but to steal.

So I called the person you were about to steal from. "

Hank Pym walked into the restaurant. The whole restaurant was occupied by Harry. It was not difficult to find them.

Seeing Scott, Hank's expression changed slightly.

Harry smiled: "Please sit down, Dr. Pym. This is Scott Lang. He is planning a theft against you."

Scott was dumbfounded and waved his hands quickly: "I definitely didn't have that plan, Dr. Pym, I mean, someone did invite me, but I refused!"

Pym looked at Scott, sighed inaudibly, and then sat down in front of Harry with a smile: "'Belweather', right? This is really a powerful prediction system."

The Prism Project was discontinued, and instead Norman relied on ctOS to deploy this crime prediction system in many regions and countries, making it possible to predict crimes and other behaviors. This system has been proven to be effective, and the crime rate has been so low that it can be called Terrible levels.

But Hank doesn't know how far Bellweather could have predicted - maybe his plan to attack Cross Company would also be detected, which would make sense: why Osborn didn't just take Scott back. , but called him here.

Thinking of this, Hank felt a little helpless: humans are social animals, even secret operation weapons like "Ant-Man" will have motives and goals, and through large-scale surveillance, these things can be predicted by some kind of algorithm. .

This predictive technology was just an idea before, but now, it's clear that Osborne has done it and it works perfectly.

"But since this young man has not yet taken action, let him go." Dr. Pym said.

"I didn't say I wanted to take him back to jail. The meaning of Bellweather's existence is to help society solve the root cause of the loss of stability caused by criminal incidents, so I am helping him solve his work problems.

And doctor, since Bellweather can calculate the probability that a crime may occur, do you think I can't trace it back?There was someone behind his situation. "

Harry said with a half-smile, and at this moment Carlo jumped up lightly on the table and released the small electromagnetic cage from his mouth - there was a lot of ants in it.

Seeing this, Hank took a deep breath: just as he feared, Harry Osborn knew everything.

Only Scott looked confused: "Wait a minute, wait a minute, what are you talking about? What is the motive and root of the crime, and why did this cat suddenly catch a lot of ants?"

Harry knocked on the table: "Mr. Lang, opportunities like robbing rich people don't come up all the time, especially in a society where criminal behavior can be highly predictable."

The errand that Scott received was actually a "theft" directed and performed by Hank, in order for him to steal the Ant-Man suit.

Hank's original plan was to let this guy who has a great sense of justice but doesn't quite abide by the law get the suit, and then secretly guide him to discover the yellow suit, stimulate his sense of justice, and let him become a superhero to help him live.

Now, however, things have clearly changed: buyers of the yellow jerseys are well aware of their operations.

Scott thought for a moment and understood what Harry meant. This "theft opportunity" was a trap.

But now he is still just an outsider. He has not yet touched the core issue, so he has no chance to speak.

Hank solemnly said to Harry: "Those particles are dangerous. I hid them for a reason. I know you want to acquire the company. As long as you can guarantee that the company will not continue to study such dangerous particles, I can Let my daughter help you.”

Although Hope Pym's position in the company is only that of Darren Cross' assistant, he is also the chairman.

"I'm sorry, doctor, but the particles are what I value the most - and of course the zoology skills are also good."

"Then we have nothing to talk about..." Hank said and planned to leave.

"Doctor, you seem to have made something wrong - even if you put on the Ant-Man suit again, do you think you really have a chance?"

The "Ant-Man suit" is pretty good, but it's just pretty good. Compared to what this technology represents, the Ant-Man suit is really nothing.

0.5 inches is small in the eyes of ordinary people, but with today's technology, it is not that small.

Harry crossed his fingers and continued talking to himself:

“But fighting is not good for business and development, so I called you here.

Now, sit down, or take your daughter with you to pay for your stubbornness. "