Marvel’s Kryptonian

At this time, a restaurant in New York.

He was about thirty years old, but his face was full of dregs and vicissitudes, and he could no longer be called an uncle of youth. He was wearing a waiter suit and squatted at the door of the restaurant in a daze.

His name is Scott Lang, and he's only been out a few months after he's been in jail for stealing. Although he barely found a low-level job, after the divorce, it was difficult to win back the custody of his eldest daughter.

Scott needs a lot of money now, a lot of money, and it is estimated that he will not be able to earn half of his life as a waiter.

Perhaps knowing Scott's current situation, his "old friends" in twos and threes appeared in front of him again and gave him a cake-like suggestion to him in a predicament.

After Scott heard the old friend's proposal, he didn't think too much and immediately declined.

"Stealing? Please, I've already washed my hands with a golden plate and can't go to prison any more!"

"Shh, man, be quiet."

One of the fat-cheeked men leaned on Scott's shoulders and said in a low voice.

"We really need you this time. I can guarantee that this is your last order. As long as you follow it up, the money you will receive will not only be yours for the rest of your life, but even your daughter will be able to return to you. around."

Scott was silent, and he had to say that he was moved, and he could do anything for his daughter.

"Tell me, who is the target." Scott said solemnly.

"I knew you wouldn't refuse."

The cheeky fat man clenched his fist excitedly and said simply.

"The other party is a businessman and scientist. He has many properties in New York. He has a villa that has been idle for a long time. According to understanding, there is a super safe room. By the way, the businessman's name is Hank Pym..."

Late that night, a van with curtains parked on the road in the villa area.

"I'm leaving."

Scott, who was wearing a night suit, put on the headset and mask and got out of the back door of the van.

The other accomplices who stayed in the car were manipulating various equipment, shielding nearby surveillance and signals, and monitoring every move of the nearby streets, with a level of professionalism no less than that of international thieves.

After Scott left the van, he approached the target villa in diameter. He came to the wall, climbed over and entered the courtyard skillfully and deftly. After opening the security window with a tool, the cat burrowed into the villa.

"It didn't trigger the alarm system, this guy is amazing!"

Sitting in the modified carriage, Louis's internet genius friend couldn't help but boast when he saw Scott's performance.

"Otherwise, why do you think I have to ask him for this vote, he is professional!"

Hearing Jiyou's emotion, Louis said proudly.

Then, they continued to carefully monitor the situation in the villa and its surroundings to ensure that nothing unexpected happened.

"Along the hall, there are stairs on the right, go up to the second floor, and the target is the storage room in the third room..."

Following the companion's instructions from the headset, Scott turned on the flashlight and went to the storage room on the second floor. When he saw the fingerprint security door, he couldn't help but smile.

This is too pediatric, and naturally it can't be difficult for him.

Tape the old fingerprints left by the handle to reproduce the texture, and then use the re-engraved fingerprints to pass the scanning level.

After five minutes.

Scott didn't touch any alarms, he entered the storage room smoothly, and saw the thickened steel safety door that was two meters long and one meter wide.

"Looks like I need some real stuff!"

Looking at the insurance door from the last century in front of him, Scott muttered.

"What did you say?"

The people outside asked puzzled.

Scott didn't even think to explain, he was a little surprised after checking the door.

"No wonder you are looking for me, this is a troublesome guy." Scott exclaimed.

"What's wrong?" The companion asked in surprise.

"It's Carbondale, made in 1910, using Titanic steel."

Scott gave a habitual smile.

"Remember hitting the iceberg, its cold resistance is very general."

Scott is a former chief engineer, and he is also a top thief. He knows how to pry open the safe at a glance.

A small hole is drilled on the main structure of the safety door, after a large amount of water is injected, the freezing is accelerated with liquid nitrogen, and the inside and outside of the safety door are quickly frozen into ice...

'Boom! ’

After a while, the entire safety door exploded directly, and the door fell to the floor with a bang.

Hearing the sound of the door breaking, the companion over the headset couldn't hide his excitement.

"Look, what's in there!"

Scott was also very excited, took a stride, crossed the steel door that fell on the ground, and entered the safe room.

But there was nothing but a table on it, with a dusty dark red motorcycle suit and a strange helmet on it.

"What is this stuff?"

Scott opened his mouth wide and was completely speechless.

"There's nothing in here!"

Looking at the empty secret room with no cash and no jewelry, Scott drank angrily.

"What? Nothing? No cash, no jewelry?"

Hearing Scott's words through the headset, Louis in the carriage outside was also very surprised.

"No! There's only one motorcycle suit here!"

Looking at the weird motorcycle suit on the table in front of him, Scott couldn't tell how depressed he was. It's hard to choose to take a shot, but I didn't expect to encounter such a situation.

"I'm sorry Scott, I know you need this money badly."

Make sure there is nothing of value in that vault, and Louis is sorry, after all, he got the news from somewhere else.

"Forget it, come back, we'll think of other ways."

"Know."

Then, on the principle of not returning empty-handed, Scott quickly put on the strange looking motorcycle suit. Then, he left the villa and quickly left with the modified pickup truck parked on the side of the road.

In the van parked on the side of the road, the atmosphere in the car was very depressed. The three accomplices stared straight at Scott, their faces were as ugly as they thought they were cakes, but they ate a mouthful of feces.

"So, we worked hard all night and got this old motorcycle suit?"

The corner of the fat man's mouth twitched slightly, looking at Scott's hands, the strange clothes stolen from the double security door of the villa.

Another companion added.

"To be more precise, it's a bizarre motorcycle hand suit. I don't want these second-hand clothes on the Internet even for five dollars."

"What else can I do, let's withdraw first, this time it's a rollover."

The fat man sighed heavily.

Scott looked down at the uniform in his hand, and his intuition as a former engineer told him that this suit could never be just a simple motorcycle suit.

Will the motorcycle jersey be put behind the Carbondale security door? And it was covered with dust. Obviously, someone had treasured it for many years, and it was not a mistake to put it in it.