Hank Pym, who had retired many years ago, canceled his original vacation plan without thinking too much and went to Pym Technology, the company he founded.
Pym Technology's main business is technology and engineering, which is relatively high-end and single. Naturally, it is not as famous as Stark Industries, but it is also one of the rare technology companies in New York.
When Hank Pym arrived at the main building of Pym Technologies, many business people were already there who had been invited.
When Hank Pym was about to enter the hall, the additional security guard at the door quickly reached out to stop him, "Sir, please show me your ID card or the invitation letter from our company."
"Take a look at that first."
Hank Pym pointed to the photo of the founder hanging in a prominent place on the first floor, and took off his glasses, revealing a face that was almost exactly the same as in the photo.
"Excuse me, sir. Please come in, please come in!"
The security guard was shocked when he saw the real founder of the company for the first time. He quickly made way for him, bowed and made a welcoming gesture.
Hank Pym didn't care. He walked into the first floor lobby and soon saw his daughter, Hope van Dyne.
Hope is also thirty years old, unmarried, and an absolute strong woman. Since Hank's retirement, she has stayed in Pym Technologies as the heir and served as the general manager.
Now seeing Hope wearing a mature suit, with short shoulder-length hair and light makeup on her face, walking towards him with a smile, Hank Pym couldn't help but think of his deceased wife.
It has been almost thirty years since the disappearance of the first generation of Ant-Man.
Darren Cross, the current chairman and doctor of Pym Technologies, led a group of business people out of the reception hall on the second floor.
When Cross saw Hank Pym in the lobby on the first floor below, he immediately clapped his hands and said loudly, "Look, everyone, that's Hank Pym, the founder of Pym Technology and my life mentor. Please give him a round of applause to welcome him."
Hank Pym had seen countless big scenes. He stood in the middle of the hall, gladly accepting the gazes and applause from people from all walks of life.
Cross went downstairs and shook hands with Hank Pym. After a few warm greetings, he couldn't wait to say, "Since Mr. Pym is here, let's go to the demonstration hall on the third floor and reveal the purpose and significance of calling everyone here today."
Cross led a group of people to the third floor of Pym Technology's headquarters, which was used as a demonstration hall for the release of technological products.
The demonstration hall is very spacious, enough to accommodate thirty people without feeling crowded. It has large screens as built-in walls and glass and metal architectural structures. The overall look is very high-end and exudes a strong sense of technology.
Cross is a professional in his early forties. Under the attention of many celebrities, he walked to the center of the demonstration stage with his shiny bald head without any stage fright.
"Since I took over Pym Technologies, I have been working on developing particles that change the spacing between atoms by increasing their density and strength."
As soon as Cross's opening remarks came out, they immediately attracted a lot of people, but it also made Hank Pym frown, and he had an extremely ominous premonition in his heart.
"This revolutionary, cross-century idea actually appeared in the hands of my mentor thirty years ago. But why it has been buried in Hank's pile of cobwebs? I have no idea."
Cross said slowly: "But you can imagine, if a soldier's body could shrink to the size of an insect, what would happen?"
Having said that, Cross ignored the paleness on Hank Pym's face and activated the controller in his hand in front of a group of business people.
The large screen in the room suddenly lit up, playing clips of ancient historical records.
In the black and white picture, Hydra soldiers were attacked by unknown creatures and fell to the ground inexplicably. As the picture continued to zoom in, a human-shaped figure the size of an insect emerged.
"Ant-sized people?"
Many people who saw the video exclaimed in surprise.
Cross's face was even more fanatical, and he said, "Yes, an Ant-Man, he will become the ultimate combat agent, with a size that is difficult to detect with the naked eye, and can easily complete infiltration missions that others cannot do."
"I'm right, my mentor, Hank." Cross smiled and looked at the first generation Ant-Man Hank Pym in the crowd.
"That's just a legend." Hank Pym's face remained calm.
"Really? Let's just treat it as a legend. But it was Ant-Man that gave me inspiration. I wondered why not use that kind of particle and stretchable steel to create a special item."
Cross moved aside, and as he spoke, a pillar on the demonstration platform rose up. Inside the glass tank supported by the pillar was a thumb-sized, figurine-like Wasp-style combat suit.
"That's..." Hank Pym opened his eyes wide and could no longer pretend to be calm.
"This is the Wasp Suit. It allows a person to stretch freely and become the size of a wasp, becoming the most deadly ultimate combat weapon. It will be the ultimate weapon to end the war of this era!"
Cross laughed and played in detail the concept demonstration video of the Wasp suit, which showed countless Wasps being unstoppable and marching to conquer the whole world.
"Anyone who wants to invest can come to me and place an order first."
Cross ended the product launch conference with his last ambitious words, which also caused heated discussions among many business people. Some people even bid prices on the spot, making Cross smile like a profiteer.
After coming out of the demonstration hall.
Hank Pym looked a little unhappy. He called Cross aside and said in a deep voice, "Darren, I hid the Pym particles for a reason. That thing is not perfect enough and should not appear in the world!"
"Hank, you could have worked with me, but it's too late now. You destroyed the Pym particles, and now I want to make them more useful."
Cross obviously didn't want to be persuaded. He threw down a few words and went to talk to the business people about order business.
Hank Pym remained silent. At this moment, Hope approached him and whispered to him, "Father. Darren still trusts me very much. Give me the Ant-Man suit and I will take care of this matter."
"No, you're not."
Hank Pym did not hesitate, but shook his head to refuse, and said thoughtfully: "I have a candidate, maybe I can give it a try."
Wait for Hank Pym and a group of business people to leave Pym Technology Headquarters.
Cross returned to the demonstration hall alone and said respectfully to an empty corner, "Mr. Kyle, everything you ordered has been completed."
The sound echoed slightly in the space of the demonstration hall. As the scene in the room rippled, the Wasp suit on the demonstration stage and the various screens disappeared, and the room was empty, with only a few hovering drones operating in the air, and the cameras turned off the ultra-realistic simulated holographic images that had just been projected.
No one knew that what had just happened was all a large-scale illusion created by technological technology.
Cross, who originally looked like a bald man, turned into a bearded young man wearing a glass round helmet and holding a drone remote control.
In the corner of the room, which was originally empty, Kyle was sitting on a chair with his legs crossed. He looked up at the bearded young man and said, "Well done, Quentin Beck. Although Howard introduced you, your fake-it-all trick really worked."
Quentin said excitedly: "Thank you Mr. Kyle for giving me a stage to display my talents. I hope to continue to work for you."
Kyle nodded. "That depends on your performance. You have to give Hank Pym enough pressure, otherwise Ant-Man will not be released easily."
"yes."
Quentin accepted the order with pleasure.
Chapter 502 Mysterious Guest
Above the Nine Realms, the Divine Palace.
In the huge golden palace hall, Thor, holding Mjolnir in his hand and wearing a red cloak on his shoulders, walked into the hall with a majestic demeanor.
The hall was deserted and without a single person in sight, very different from its former bustle and splendor. Only on the throne reserved for the King of Gods, still sat the aging King of Gods, Odin.
"You're finally back, Thor." Odin lowered his eyes and looked at Thor who walked into the hall.