After a while, the entire security door exploded and fell to the ground with a loud bang.
Hearing the sound of the door being broken, the companion on the other end of the headset shouted excitedly: "Look, what's inside!"
Scott was also extremely excited. He took a step forward, jumped over the steel door that had fallen to the ground, and entered the safe room.
But it was completely empty inside, with only a table on which lay a dusty crimson motorcycle suit and a strange helmet.
"What is this stuff?"
Scott opened his mouth, completely speechless.
Chapter 506: Wind Elemental Monster
In the van parked beside the highway, the atmosphere inside was very depressing, the three accomplices stared at Scott with ugly expressions, as if they thought they had a cake but ended up eating feces.
"So, after all our hard work all night, all we get is this old biker suit?"
The fat man with the beard twitched his mouth slightly as he looked at the strange clothes in Scott's hand that he had stolen from behind the double security door of the villa.
Another companion added: "To be more precise, it's a weird motorcycle suit. I wouldn't buy it if it was sold online for $5."
"What else can we do? Let's retreat first. This time we have failed."
The fat man with a beard sighed heavily, drove the van, and quickly left the villa area.
Scott looked down at the uniform in his hand. As a former engineer, his intuition told him that this could not be just a simple motorcycle suit.
A motorcycle suit would be behind a Carbondale security door? And it was covered in dust, so it was obvious that someone had kept it there for many years and it wasn't just a mistake.
The most important thing is the material of this suit and the style of the helmet, which he has never seen before...
Scott followed his accomplice back home with a lot of doubts. After all, the things were stolen, so it was impossible to put them back, right
The criminal team did not notice that there were dozens of ants on the walls of the target villa, acting as monitors in different corners, monitoring everything that had just happened inside and outside the house.
On the other side, in the basement of a villa somewhere.
Hank Pym and Hope had not gone to bed yet. They sat in front of the screen, watching quietly as Scott and others' van left.
"How is it?" Hank Pym looked at his daughter with a smile.
Hope's pretty face was stern, he crossed his arms and snorted, "He really is a thief."
"I mean his skill, his courage, and his wisdom."
Hank Pym narrowed his eyes. As the first generation Ant-Man, he naturally knew very well what kind of special talents were required to become Ant-Man.
Hope didn't say anything, as if to agree, and pondered: "Now the battle suit is in his hands, then what?"
"Go back to sleep, at least wait for him to try once..."
Hank Pym is like an old fox, with a meaningful look in his eyes behind the lenses.
the next morning.
The dazzling sunlight cast its rays on the head of the bed from the window. Scott woke up drowsily, put on his slippers and went to the bathroom to rinse his mouth and wash his face. He just happened to see the dark red uniform thrown next to the washbasin last night.
Originally planning to put it in the washing machine to wash, Scott thought about it and decided to try it on, so he took off his clothes and put the strange uniform on from his feet to his neck.
Before putting on his helmet, Scott suddenly pulled out a test tube filled with liquid from his clothes, which was labeled "Pym particles" in English.
"Pym particles? Are they placed here?"
Scott found an inner slot at the waist of his uniform that could just fit the reagent. Without thinking too much about it, he stuffed the Pym particle test tube into the inner slot and then put on the matching helmet.
Scott put on a strange uniform, stood in front of the washbasin, looked at himself in the mirror, and muttered to himself: "The style of this uniform is a bit like an ant... Yes, an ant."
"The main purpose is..."
Scott saw a red button on the glove of the uniform, and he tried to press it, and then...
at the same time.
On the roof of Scott's house, a cloud of red mist descended from the sky, and a mysterious man in armor and a cloak emerged from it.
Quentin looked down coldly at the house below and stretched out his hands. A green whirlwind emerged from it. As it continued to spin, it turned into a tornado with a radius of two meters in the blink of an eye. It also showed facial features and hands that resembled a physical monster.
Wind elemental monster.
"Go, go." Quentin pointed his hand down the house, and the wind elemental monster immediately obeyed the order and flew downwards.
At this time, at Scott's home.
"Scott, Scott are you there?"
The fat man with a beard had just bought breakfast from outside and wanted to call Scott to eat together. However, when he opened the door of the room, he found that Scott had already gotten up. However, no matter how he looked in the house, he could not find Scott.
"That's weird. Where did that guy go so early in the morning?"
The fat man with a beard looked at the empty bathroom and returned to the hall in surprise. He did not see that there was a tiny creature as small as an ant on the washbasin waving and shouting at him.
"Scott, I'll finish my breakfast while you're away."
The fat man with the beard said the last sentence and sat on the dining chair. He had just taken out a piece of butter bread when the doors and windows on the first floor were suddenly blown open by the strong wind.
BANG!!
Carrying countless pieces of gravel and glass, the strong wind destroyed and ravaged everything in the room. A huge physical monster formed by the green wind broke into the house by force, stretched out its giant hand and grabbed the bearded fat man in its hand.
"No, don't kill me!"
Faced with the sudden change, the fat man with a beard was almost frightened to death. What met his eyes was the blurry and terrifying giant face of the wind elemental monster.
"Hand over that set of clothes!" The wind elemental monster growled at the fat man with a beard, and blew out a strong wind that blew his hair and beard askew.
"What clothes?" The fat man with a beard was stunned and didn't react for a moment.
"The clothes you got!" The wind elemental monster continued to scream, and the strong wind mixed with sand made the fat man with a beard feel pain.
The fat man with the beard said hurriedly: "Yes, yes, we did get a set of clothes, but it's not in my hands, it's in Scott's hands! But Scott is not at home now!!"
"Hand it over, or you will die!"
The wind elemental monster kept making threats, and part of its body was destroying the furniture and walls in the house.
"It's really not in my hands!" The fat man with a beard had a sad face, and his neck was pinched so hard that he almost couldn't breathe.
On the roof of the house.