Scott, who usually looks relaxed, is quite talented in combat.
He thinks quickly and makes decisions decisively.
With a slide, Scott came from the front windshield to the logo on the hood of the car. He reached down and an alloy steel cable flew to the ground in front of him.
At the same time, his body instantly returned to its original state and did a somersault.
One end of the steel cable shot into the ground and became larger and thicker. Scott, who was doing a somersault, shot the other end of the steel cable in his hand into the roof of the Mercedes-Benz.
Duang!
Darren in the back row was startled when he suddenly saw half of a sharp rope with a barb in front of him.
If this thing had been moved a little further back, wouldn't it have pierced his forehead
Immediately the steel cable was tightened, firmly connecting the car body to the ground, and the Mercedes-Benz had to stop.
Darren's face was full of sternness. He opened the car window a little, and the body wrapped in yellow and black combat uniform suddenly shrank and flew out from the gap in the car window.
As soon as Scott landed on the ground, he saw a small yellow and black dot flash by.
He subconsciously shrank his body and avoided the attack.
…
Inside 480 Winter Street, there was still a happy and warm family gathering scene.
In the backyard, the men drank beer, ate barbecue and boasted together, the women whispered some gossip, and the children set up a small ping-pong table on the other side where there was no barbecue to practice against each other.
Everything is so beautiful and harmonious.
Suddenly, two mosquito-like black spots entangled and drilled into the garden next door, and then one of them was kicked, and its body flew over the flowers and into the backyard of No. 840.
Scott, who was kicked away, looked at the rapidly approaching barbecue pot and the faint red glow of charcoal fire under the "huge" grid. He said "shit" in his heart and decisively enlarged his body.
clang!
With a loud bang, the entire barbecue pot along with the remaining barbecue on it was knocked away and scattered everywhere.
All adults and children subconsciously turned their heads to look, and saw a guy wearing a helmet and strange clothes lying on the ground, holding his old waist and screaming.
Just now, the barbecue pan weighing dozens of kilograms was knocked away, and Scott's waist was also badly hit.
Another small dot also instantly enlarged, and Darren appeared in a shining yellow and black combat uniform.
Compared to the gray Ant-Man suit, his yellow and black suit is much more eye-catching.
The yellow lenses on the mask have two arthropod-like spikes sticking out from the back, making it look very ferocious.
Darren turned his head to look at Maggie, who was quietly retreating with her daughter Cathy in her arms, and then turned back and sneered: "It just so happens that today I will let you have a taste of losing everything."
Scott, who was lying on the ground rubbing his old waist, also noticed Darren's actions and looked extremely ugly: "Boss Zha, come at me if you have the guts."
Darren grinned, the spikes on his back swaying slightly: "As you wish."
Before he finished speaking, his body suddenly shrank and flew towards Scott, with two tiny blue lasers shooting out from the two spikes on his back.
Scott acted almost at the same time, rolling to avoid the blue laser.
A blue laser shot a small hole in the grass where he was lying, and a little white smoke came out.
Darren smiled smugly: What a crap Ant-Man, he is not even as good as my Yellowjacket! I will reunite your family soon!
Thinking this in his mind, he sped up and pounced on Scott.
After rolling to avoid the blue laser, Scott was about to get up when he saw his hand pressing on an object on the ground.
An idea suddenly came to his mind, and he smoothly grabbed the object under his hand, turned around, and swung it at Darren who was shrinking and rushing towards him with a "spinning kill".
Duang!
The extremely elastic blue rubber hit Darren hard as he flew over, sending him flying in a spin.
Darren, who was as small as a bean, flew in an arc like a fly and landed in a blue light mosquito repellent lamp on the porch.
Crack!
A tiny arc flashed on the mosquito killer lamp, a puff of green smoke came out, and then there was no more movement.
Scott was stunned, and looked down at the table tennis racket in his hand: So useful? It seems that I still have a talent for playing table tennis.
Thinking of this, he stood up with some difficulty, took a few steps, and handed the table tennis racket in his hand to a frightened little girl.
The racket originally belonged to her, but the noise of him knocking over the barbecue pan just now scared her so much that she dropped it when she swung at it.
The little girl looked at the racket blankly, then looked at Scott's weird mask: "Wow, mom, help me! There's a weirdo!"
The little girl let out terrible screams and cries, and then disappeared in a flash.
Scott looked at the others awkwardly: "Well, I am..."
boom!
A group of people grabbed their children and ran away: I don't believe you! This weird-looking guy is obviously not a good guy!
Scott smiled bitterly and shook his head, took a few steps and put the racket on the table next to him.
Just when he was about to go over to the mosquito lamp to check on Darren, two people rushed out from the side back door.
They pointed their guns and shouted, "SFPD! Don't move! Put your hands up! Put your hands up, you son of a bitch!"
Scott turned slowly and raised his hand helplessly, "Do you want me to stay still or raise my hand, Paxton?"
As he said this, he pressed on the mask, revealing his face.
Paxton, the current husband of Scott's ex-wife and stepfather of his daughter, and a second-class sergeant with the San Francisco Police Department, looked incredulous: "Scott? Why are you here?" As he said that, he put the gun back into the holster on his waist.
Scott breathed a sigh of relief, put down his hand and walked towards the two of them: "Paxton, listen to me and I will explain it to you slowly..."
After Paxton put the gun back into the holster, he pulled out a "gun" from his other waist and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
The electric dart of the Taser gun instantly pierced into Scott's chest who was close at hand.
Sizzle!
Scott froze and fell to the ground, twitching. He had only one thought in his mind: Paxton, WTF! A sneak attack.
But no matter what he wanted to curse, he couldn't say it because his whole body was twitching, and he could only be arrested by Paxton and his police colleague.
While the three of them were struggling, Darren, who was like a mosquito, was buzzing on the mosquito lamp, and he was even worse off than Scott.
But the yellow jacket gave him some protection, so he did not lose consciousness. He could only look at Scott who was being carried away with hatred: Bastard! Just wait for me, I will definitely kill you and your whole family!
Suddenly, the mosquito killer lamp suddenly lit up.
Darren's eyes went dark and he passed out.
Before he fell into coma, a thought flashed through his mind: What's going on
Bang!
The power switch in Paxton's house also tripped, causing a loud scream.
In the dark mosquito killer lamp, the unconscious Darren suddenly disappeared.
A transparent shadow quietly left in the darkness, and no one knew he had been here.
Half an hour later, Scott returned to the three-story building in the woods on the outskirts of the city with a gloomy face.
He walked into the living room and saw Dr. Pym and Hope looking over at him.
Scott coughed a little uncomfortably: "What's wrong?"