Avengers Admissions Officer

He glanced at her suspiciously, trying to remember whether there would be any other superhero with this surname, and after a long while, he showed an indifferent smile: "Okay, Miss Carlisle."

Thank goodness, Wade, your girlfriend's last name works.

"Did you get it?!" After staring at the two people for a long time, Dr. Pim, who seemed to be unconscious, put the teacup heavily on the dining table, a little out of breath.

Scott and Murphy turned to collectively look at Dr. Pym with the same "you're in a hurry" look.

The old man finally started the old thing decades ago with satisfaction.

"...I'm actually quite surprised that this thing can still be turned on, and it doesn't need an external power supply. You know, my little boy will hang up the phone if he hasn't charged it for two days," Murphy looked at the Youlan Guangguang was complained by the old man playing with the small device in his palm, "What's worse, it doesn't know how to charge itself in time."

"What is it? A sweeping robot?"

Scott glanced at Murphy who was sitting at the table and suddenly felt guilty.

"...That's right..."

Murphy's eyes drifted and he tried to change the subject.

"We should plan what to do."

The old man held his results in his hand, and planned to go to the living room to fetch the drawings. The door opened a crack, and the old man's back suddenly straightened, and his tone was subtle: "Darren."

In the dining room, Murphy quickly made a gesture not to speak, and then typed on the phone screen: "The drawing is in the living room, find a way to cover it up!!!"

Scott nodded, and began to remotely direct the ants to roll up the blueprint, and Murphy also used his power secretly to reduce the possibility of their plan being discovered as much as possible.

"He's going to kill him." Hope grabbed Murphy's hand and made a mouth-to-mouth gesture. The expression on his face was even more anxious than when he learned that Darren had forged Pym particles.

Murphy froze for a moment, although he felt that Hope might be worried too much. After all, Darren didn't look so frantic when she finished her undercover investigation, but she comforted Hope with a "No" mouth shape, and at the same time The distraction made it less likely that Darren would kill out of control.

Suddenly a mysterious feeling grasped her, she took a deep breath uncontrollably, tried to bury her head in her arms, resisting the huge dizziness, everything in front of her eyes was suddenly covered with a bright white filter , everything in the field of vision is extraordinarily white and hazy, only the colorful silk threads that suddenly appear are so clear, as if everything in the world is suddenly tied by different strings.She had an illusion in a trance, as if she stretched out her hands and fiddled, those strings could produce beautiful major chord scales.Too bad, she was forced by her father to learn the piano instead of the harp...

In a white light, she stretched out her hand towards Hope beside her. There were countless lines extending into the sky on her body. Driven by something, she moved her fingers——

"Are you okay?" Hope was relieved when the door slammed as Darren left, and noticed Murphy's psychedelic expression beside him, "What did you eat?"

A confused look slowly appeared on Murphy's face, and her fingers curled up regularly, as if she was fiddled with something.Hope grabbed Murphy's fidgeting hand vigilantly: "You haven't eaten cumin, have you?"

"82.8%." The moment Murphy's hand was controlled, she suddenly took a deep breath, woke up from the weird vigilance just now, and covered her chest in horror, "You add to my tea? what?"

Hope and Scott, who was standing on the other side of the table, looked at each other with confusion in their eyes: "What did you just see?"

"Super large aperture and... harp?" Murphy rubbed his painful forehead, trying to recall what he saw just now, but as if waking up from a dream, she could remember all kinds of strong emotions in the dream, But it's hard to remember what happened in the dream, "What did I just do?"

"It's nothing, I just said a percentage." Hope looked at Dr. Pim who walked into the restaurant with a roll of drawings, and slowly frowned. At that moment, she wondered if Murphy was haunted by a ghost Get up.

"82.8%, I know, but what percentage is that?" Scott crossed his arms a little uncomfortably. He now feels a little cool behind him. This old house is not haunted.

Murphy struggled to recall with his mouth half-opened: "...he will call you...he will also..."

Before the words finished, Hope's cell phone rang. Hope swallowed and looked at the screen of the phone: "It's Darren."

Scott had folded his arms, leaned against the wall, and took a deep breath:

"Is it just me or what?"

"Why is the direction of things a little strange?"

029

With trembling fingers, Murphy picked up the black tea that had gone cold again, and took a sip of it tastelessly trying to refresh himself.

"You...are you a mutant?" The old man slowly sat down on the seat opposite Murphy.

("Hey Darren?")

Murphy's eyes slowly turned from the old man's face to the sideboard behind him: "...No."

("I'm home, what's wrong?")

"I've seen some mutants, and your state just now is very similar to them."

"Thank you. There is a powerful mutant in our team now. If I am the same, I can find out by myself." The soft look on Murphy's face slowly disappeared. It is impossible to add anything to the tea, maybe there are only mutants. ability to explain everything.

The old man's expression didn't change, but it could be seen from the eyes behind the lens that he didn't agree with Murphy's attitude at all.

("There's no need to get mad at him, he's an old man.")

Murphy blinked, and followed Dr. Pim to look at Hope, who was fiddling with his short hair and talking to Darren, his eyes were a little tangled.Hope shook his head helplessly at the three of them, indicating that he really didn't think so, and slowly retracted: "He tripled the number of guards, you must have attracted his attention, we must stop the plan."

"Is there anything else?" Murphy put the teacup on the table, held his cheek with one hand, and frowned.

"Full body scan plus a micromesh filter that seals all external vents." Hope put his hands on his forehead and his hands on his hips, full of headaches, "There's no way we'll get in."

"Water mains."

Murphy raised her eyebrows, she really underestimated Scott who could immediately think of Scott who was entering through the water pipe.

"If the regular water pressure is lowered, Scott can indeed bring the ants in." Murphy nodded, acting as Scott's think tank, "Normally, considering that the Pym Building is not a very tall It is completely feasible to reduce the water pressure to a third of the building, but the premise is that the water pressure system is electronically controlled."

"Really?" Scott pushed the question to the father and daughter who should be most familiar with Pym Building.

Papa Pym shook his head.

"Then someone would have to be in the control center of the building to adjust the water pressure."

"But at that time, Hank and I were next to Darren..." Hope spread his hands.

Scott showed a meaningful smile: "I think we may need to expand the team. One person will control the water pressure, one person will solve the power supply network, and one will be responsible for the retreat."

Papa Pim, who was cleaning his glasses, raised his head vigilantly: "I don't want those three brats! Isn't there an undercover lady who has successfully infiltrated here?"

The undercover lady showed a sinister smile that exposed her gums, thank you, the last time she left the Pym building, she didn't even have any underwear left.

Even though Pim's father firmly opposed it, Scott's three little friends arrived quickly under Scott's call, and were even very surprised that they were called to the door by the owner.

"This is your companion?" Murphy watched Hope go to make coffee, couldn't help pointing at the noisy trio around the table, and shook his head distrustfully, "I don't think so. appropriate."

"Oh, it's okay, we're like a little Avengers." Scott shook his hands briskly left and right, "Except that we don't have as good equipment as you."

Shouldn't it be except that you are actually thieves?Murphy held back the complaints in his heart, lowered his head and continued to drink the tea in his cup, not understanding where the four of Scott's confidence in their business capabilities came from.She surreptitiously checked on her phone why Scott's buddy was in jail: for stealing two smoothie machines.

brilliant!She stuffed the phone into her pocket dully, thinking about how much she had to improve to ensure that tomorrow's actions would be foolproof.

In the middle of the night, when the three of them fell asleep on the sofa because of half a tablet of Xanax, and Scott was in charge of sending Hope, she couldn't help but pull the computer and crack the password set by Scott in twos and twos. Quickly revising the code that she almost had a heart attack from anger just now.

"...you're good at this."

Standing behind Murphy, Hank Pym stared at the code that had been revised line by line, and slowly sighed.There is no very jumpy or super concise writing method or algorithm, but she is almost familiar with the code she is writing now, which is reflected in the speed that the light green cursor jumps fast, and there are very few places to go back and modify.

"It's okay." Murphy replied distractedly. She kept an eye out and didn't use any tricky algorithms, so as not to be found out about her participation in the program of this computer afterwards.