Journey Through the Marvel Universe Starting from the Zombie Universe

Chapter 32 Hank Pym

"Come with me, T'Challa, we're not far from my laboratory, hold on!"

Ant-Man slowly concentrated his strength. In a few breaths, his body changed from normal size to a giant nearly ten meters tall. He used his huge palm to gently grab the corner of a burned-out car and pulled it away. Pushing open the path to the alley.

When Ant-Man twisted his neck back to normal size, he turned back to Black Panther and smiled.

T'Challa was breathing heavily, and the clothes on his body were badly damaged. Only the tight black leather mask on his body was intact.

Fortunately, he was not injured by those monsters. The Black Panther raised his head with difficulty, "Hank, are we separated from the main force?"

Hank Pym didn't seem to hear the Black Panther's question. He poked his head at the entrance of the alley, seemingly checking whether there were infected people in the dark alley.

"Oh my god, T'Challa, did you see what the American colonel looked like after he was bitten by that monster? In a few seconds, he turned into an irrational man-eating monster and ate the female reporter alive. !”

Hank Pym, whose face had turned a little livid, threw the bone saw knife into the metal bucket, rummaged through the box and found several tubes of anesthetic, and injected them all into T'Challa's body.

"Please! I will change my ways! I will never rob again! Please don't eat me!"

"The appetite of creatures infected by these viruses increases wildly and without any restraint. In less than a few weeks, those infected superpowers can eat every living person in the world."

With his strength, it was impossible to escape from the clutches of the giant in front of him. He once boasted to the pile driver that his strength could compete with the God of Thunder.

Hearing this, T'Challa's face instantly became sad. This matter was indeed very strange, but he could not do anything now. He could only pray silently in his heart that the virus would not be transmitted to Wakanda.

"Bang!"

"I can already feel that hunger burning in the pit of my stomach and starting to crawl up my esophagus, but it's too early to eat you yet."

Thinking of this, T'Challa couldn't wait to give himself a big mouth for having no answers just now. He actually judged a gentleman with a villain's heart and misunderstood an Avengers veteran who had saved his life. Damn it! .

"Sorry, old friend."

Hank took off his mask and carried T'Challa with a frosty face, but instead of walking into the alley, he walked towards a store across the street. He tapped lightly on the wall with his free hand. After a few clicks, the bricks clicked backwards, revealing a secret door.

Second, there was the little bitch Janet who bit her. This guy actually had the nerve to invite her to dinner, but for the sake of the meat, let’s forgive her for the time being.

He stood next to the operating table and looked at the black panther's body. He picked up a bone saw and gently rubbed the blade with his fingers.

Hank's fingers clenched around Thunderball's body like steel, and Thunderball struggled and let out a cry of despair.

There was only a loud noise, and the Black Panther's body violently collided with the wall. The bricks of the wall collapsed one after another, and dust flew everywhere. His body fell limply to the ground like a rag doll, making no sound.

"I'm not infected. You don't have to worry. Let's move on. We are very close to the laboratory. Only then can we take a rest and save people."

As soon as he stepped into the invisible alley, he suddenly discovered that Ant-Man who had just entered the alley was missing. An ominous premonition came over him, the panther's heartbeat quickened and his muscles tensed.

After that, Ant-Man put on his hood, walked out of the secret room and locked the door. His height instantly expanded several times and turned into a giant several stories tall, and he ran into the distance with long strides.

If Hank was infected, how could he still be traveling with him?

This makes absolutely no sense logically!

Besides, if he was infected, Hank should hurry up and find an antidote instead of saving people on the street.

And that was his last thought.

"Although I saw it with my own eyes, until now I still can't believe that the most upright man in the world would hurt the person he wants to protect."

Hank's voice had a hint of displeasure, and the left half of his face was obscured by shadows, making it impossible to see his expression clearly.

Sure enough, he is getting old. After this crisis is over, he will marry Storm and live in seclusion in Wakanda. This world is becoming increasingly incomprehensible to him.

Suddenly, T'Challa's eyes suddenly fell on Ant-Man's belly. He was surprised to find that Hank seemed to be covering something with his hands, and there was blood oozing out between his fingers. He couldn't help but screamed: "Hank! You... What happened to your stomach? Were you bitten by those zombies?"

Hank, who was striding forward, paused for a moment, then leaned down and grabbed a figure that looked familiar. It seemed to be someone from the demolition team, the guy in yellow who was playing with the iron ball.

He suddenly regretted saying that now.

Was Hank attacked? Or has he gone too far out of anger?

Subconsciously, T'Challa wanted to turn around and leave here, but the moment he turned his head, a huge slap came to him, and his pupils instantly dilated.

Dragging the black panther inside, he seemed to be talking to himself or to his old friends:

"I've seen what it's like to be infected with the virus, and I don't want to be without food when I end up like the Colonel and them. I don't want you to understand that."

And the huge slap quickly became smaller, and finally grabbed the leg of the unconscious black panther.

The blade of the bone saw lightly touched T'Challa's skin, leaving a shallow cut on T'Challa's left arm. The blade stopped abruptly and was finally put away.

In this way, Wakanda's scientists will have time to develop an antidote. I believe that with the power of unparalleled high technology, we will be able to overcome this crisis.

".And you will be my little midnight snack."

"Sleep a little longer, Your Majesty the King. When you wake up again, you will no longer have to worry about your people."

As soon as he finished speaking, he walked into the dark alley alone without waiting for the Black Panther to react.

this.

Hearing this, and Hank's attitude of taking the lead, T'Challa couldn't help but dispel some of his doubts. After all, just when he was surrounded by more than a dozen zombies when he ran out of ammunition, Hank suddenly appeared, grew bigger, and threw He took out a bunch of things and smashed them to save himself, and said he would take him to the safe house.

He recalled the two messages he had just received. One was that the American colonel asked all zombie heroes to return to the Avengers House to discuss major issues.

"I really want to turn back time and not get infected by that damn virus, but now it's done and I'm going to be one of them in a few minutes."

"No, it was not a bite, but a scratch from the steel bar. How could you think that way? My friend."

As he spoke, Ant-Man dragged the unconscious Black Panther into a secret room. In the center of the secret room was a metal operating table, the smooth surface reflecting a faint light. Ant-Man gently strapped Black Panther to the operating table, making sure he was securely held there.

The tall giant just smiled ferociously and ruthlessly threw the piece of meat into his mouth the size of a locomotive. The sound of chewing echoed in the air.

It tastes wonderful.

Thanks to the oceanographer for the 500 starting coin~