Quentin frowned. The intelligent aircraft scanned and detected, but indeed did not find the man named Scott, nor did it find the Ant-Man suit.
How is it possible that someone who never left the house just disappeared for no reason
Before Quentin could think too much, a black dot suddenly appeared in front of him. He looked up sharply and saw that the black dot kept approaching and enlarging, and soon turned into a big tree...
Tree
Quentin quickly flew up to avoid the uprooted pine tree, which crashed down onto the roof where he had been standing, flattening the top of the house.
Quentin's pupils shrank slightly. He flew in the air and looked a hundred meters away, but he couldn't see a single person.
"Who on earth is it? How could they throw a tree over here from such a long distance? Is this a warning to me?"
Quentin lowered his head and thought about it, then smiled coldly and chose to retreat in the red mist.
After Quentin left, the wind elemental monster in the house changed from a physical entity to an intangible entity, and soon dissipated like the wind.
The fat bearded man collapsed to the ground, touching his neck with lingering fear.
"Fatty, are you okay?"
The bathroom door suddenly opened, and Scott, still wearing the Ant-Man uniform, holding his helmet in his hand, rushed out of the bathroom in confusion and ran towards the bearded fat man on the ground.
"Where did you go just now?" The fat man with a beard looked at Scott with a pale face.
"I have no idea."
Scott shook his head, took a deep breath and said, “All I know is that we have to return this dress as soon as possible, otherwise something bad will happen!”
Chapter 507: Ant-Man escapes prison, earth elemental monster
Wait until nightfall.
Scott, wearing the mysterious Ant-Man uniform, actually went to the original target villa, intending to put the damn thing back behind the safe door.
This piece of clothing was so strange that it could shrink a person. It almost made him drown in the washbasin water and attracted an unknown wind monster.
“This is it.”
Scott looked at the unlit villa in front of him and climbed over the wall stealthily. Just as his feet touched the ground, the daylight lights in the villa yard were turned on, and more than a dozen spotlights shone on him.
"broken!"
Scott's face changed drastically, he turned around and wanted to run away, but the lights came on behind him, and then figures walked out from the hidden darkness.
A dozen police officers who had been lying in ambush in the yard, holding loaded guns, surrounded Scott, "Police! You are under arrest."
Scott didn't know what to say anymore, so he smiled bitterly and said, "I, I'm just here to return something."
"Do you think our police will believe your lies? Handcuff him and take him away!"
The police captain waved his hand and ordered several policemen to handcuff Scott, arrest him in the police car and return to the local police station.
Several flying ants flying low in the sky poked their heads out and reported the scene in detail to a basement in a villa.
"I should get going."
Hank Pym put on a neat suit, adjusted his tie slightly, waved goodbye to Hope in the house, opened the door of the basement and walked out.
"Is he... really more suitable to be Ant-Man than me?"
Hope looked at the screen on which the camera transmitted the picture of Scott being roasted by a group of policemen, and shook his head in disbelief.
In the detention room of the Walton Street Police Station in New York.
Scott sat on the single bed, covering his face with his hands in despair. He had just left the prison not long ago, but he did not expect to step into it again. This made him depressed and extremely regretful.
I reflected on myself for about five minutes.
The police came to inform Scott in the detention room that the owner of the villa summoned him. This made Scott uneasy, fearing that the owner of the villa would insist on accusing him and make him spend the rest of his life in jail.
It can be said.
Ever since Scott stepped into Hank Pym's villa, he has been completely trapped and can no longer escape the control of others.
On the interrogation table.
Scott and Hank sat on either side of the table, staring at each other face to face for the first time.
"I'm sorry sir, I shouldn't have stolen your clothes."
Scott was about to say something to apologize and gain the other party's forgiveness, but unexpectedly Hank said lightly: "Maggie is right, no wonder she doesn't want to hand Cathy over to you. Once you hit rock bottom, you will embark on the path of stealing."
"Why do you know about Maggie and Cathy?"
Scott was stunned. Maggie was his ex-wife, and Cathy was his biological daughter whom he wanted to adopt.
"Isn't it obvious? This means I have investigated you thoroughly."
Hank said bluntly, like a businessman with a plan in mind: "Okay, let's not waste each other's time. I'm giving you two choices. One, spend your life in prison. Two, go back to the detention room and follow my instructions."
"Who are you?"
Scott stared at Hank. Even if he was slow, he knew that he was being plotted against. But now someone else had the evidence against him, so he had no capital to talk to him.
"My name is Hank Pym, and I'm a scientist."
Hank smiled faintly, said nothing more, left his seat at the interrogation table, and walked straight out of the police station.
"Even if I agree, how can I follow orders in the detention room?" Scott was puzzled when he returned to the detention room, but after a while, he completely understood the meaning of Hank's words.
A group of small ants appeared out of nowhere and crawled into Scott's detention room, carrying a small uniform together. After the ants put the uniform on the ground, it suddenly became more than a hundred times larger and returned to its original size that could be used by humans.
“This is the dress.”
Scott opened his eyes wide, looking at the Ant-Man uniform on the ground that looked like a motorcycle rider. A flying ant flew up from the ground and came to a place not far in front of him, and said in Hank's voice, "Put it on and follow my instructions."
"Camera, microphone?" Scott looked at the flying ant in doubt. The ant was carrying a super-micro camera and a microphone.
Scott gritted his teeth and put on the Ant-Man uniform on the ground, risking being discovered by patrolling police at any time.
On the rooftop of the police station building.
Quentin stood tall and proud, operating the drone. When he saw the feedback, a thoughtful look suddenly appeared on his face. "So that's how it is. Was it because my body became smaller last time that I didn't notice it?"
"You can't escape this time."
As Quentin spoke, red mist emerged from his hand again. This time, the mist swirled and condensed, but it did not form a wind elemental monster. Instead, it was mainly composed of yellow-brown sand, forming a huge sand monster.