The Death Knell

Scott Lang is not a thief, he is actually an engineer.

His family came from a bad background and lived in Hell's Kitchen since he was a child. You can't expect the children who live there to be saints.

As soon as he reached adulthood, he went to jail for a series of issues including car theft, illegal possession of firearms, assaulting police officers, and arrests.

Fortunately, he found his way back and taught himself electrical engineering in prison. After he was released from prison, he was given the opportunity to reform, and a few years later he got married and had a daughter.

The circuit system he designed was favored by the tycoon Tony, and he was able to work in Stark Industries and became a glorious on-the-job electrical automation engineer.

Referred to as electrician.

Generally speaking, his work is very leisurely. He only needs to sit in the basement office and play with his mobile phone. When the floor above calls, he will go up to help people repair the printer, or change a light bulb or something.

Originally, he thought that his life would go by like this, going to and from get off work at Stark Industries every day. In the future, when his daughter got married, he would be able to retire honorably, and then one day die of a serious illness and be buried underground. This was a traditional process.

But after that strange white light incident, he found that his life might not be as smooth as he imagined.

His wife is a full-time housewife with no income at all. She always hopes that he can get a promotion and a salary increase, and become the chief engineer, so that she can become fair, rich and beautiful, and reach the top of her life.

But even after seven or eight years of getting married and having a baby, Scott had been working at Stark Industries for nearly ten years. Even when he was in his thirties, the job was still dead, with no improvement at all.

Scott is happy every day. After all, it is not easy for people with criminal records to find jobs. He is very satisfied that Stark Industries is willing to hire him.

But the wife has different ideas. She wants to eat well, wear well, live in a big house, drive a good car, and let her daughter go to a private school without any grievance.

This is obviously something Scott cannot do. With various bills and loans intertwined, his pockets are often cleaner than his face.

So, this clever and beautiful wife decided to find another man.

She found a rich new boyfriend, divorced Scott, and wanted to take away custody of her daughter.

Daughter Kathy likes to be with her father, but he is too busy at work and has little time to play with her. At most, he can only tell her a bedtime story, and the little girl usually has to rely on herself.

Originally, this was okay, but on the day when Midtown Middle School came to visit Stark Tower, Scott took a rare leave because he learned that his daughter had been sent to Holloway Charity Hospital in New York because of a sudden coma at school. General Hospital.

After the doctor's examination, the result was heart failure, which was suspected to be caused by a congenital heart development problem. Currently, there is no suitable surgical treatment. She must take medicine for a long time to alleviate the condition. Otherwise, she will not know if she will be able to recover next time she faints. wake up.

Scott looked at his daughter lying on the hospital bed with a pale face and seemed very uncomfortable. He had no money and could only call his ex-wife for help.

The ex-wife was very kind to her daughter and immediately took her to Washington, D.C. to see a famous doctor.

The beautiful ex-wife said that her new boyfriend is rich and capable, but Scott is a loser and a criminal, and is not worthy of being a father at all.

She wants to appeal to the court and ask the court to deprive Scott of a series of rights such as custody and visitation rights because he simply cannot give his daughter a normal life.

"You have no money and you almost killed your daughter. Just wait for the court summons!"

Scott, who was short of breath, was speechless and just felt, 'I'm sorry for being a human being'.

He felt that he had accomplished nothing and almost harmed his daughter. Is giving up a better choice for his daughter?

Today, he was thinking about this too.

After a vortex appeared in the sky, Stark Industries immediately announced a holiday. After leaving the building, he drove his car and wandered blindly on the street. He was struggling with whether he should simply admit defeat if he went to court. His new boyfriend was not only a rich man, It seems to be quite powerful.

For the sake of his daughter's better future life, he should agree. This is the most rational judgment.

But he couldn't accept it emotionally. She was also his daughter. After surrendering, he would never be able to see her again. How could he bear this?

In the midst of the inner battle between heaven and man, he drove distractedly on the street and drove to nowhere. When he came back to his senses, he found many black spots emerging from the maelstrom.

I heard on the car radio that it was some alien bugs that started preying on humans from the center of Manhattan.

There was also chaos in the nearby streets. He suddenly panicked and prepared to run home and hide.

But just as he turned the car around, he suddenly saw a gorgeous building on the side of the road. It was a very grand and large yard. Although the garden and hedges looked dilapidated because no one had taken care of them, the materials and scale of the house Put it all there.

He thought of this house.

In the past, he would pass by this place on his way home from get off work at night. Every time he saw the house, it was dark and dark, as if no one lived in it. He also lamented that any rich man would leave such a villa idle, it was really a waste of money.

But today, the chaotic crowd on the street brought him another thought, like a flash of lightning in his mind.

How about... taking the opportunity to make it a big hit?

This house is so big and looks so cavernous. There should be some antiques or paintings and other decorations in it, right?

If you steal it and sell it, won't you make money?

If he has money, he can treat Cathy and raise her to grow up. If his ex-wife wants to take away his daughter, he can also hire a lawyer to resist.

Even though he knew it was a crime, Scott, who was cornered, no longer wanted to think about it, because the more he thought about it, the hotter he felt, and the hotter he became, the harder it was to restrain himself.

When other drivers on the road honked at him, he made up his mind, turned the steering wheel all the way, and parked the car on the side of the road.

The street was in a mess, and no one paid attention to what he was doing, so he took off his coat and put it on the wall, kicked off his feet and climbed into the yard.

The cat bent down and ran across the lawn, jumped up and looked into the room from the small wind window. There was no one inside, and the owner still seemed not at home.

He hesitated a little, but his daughter's pale little face appeared in his mind again...

Gritting his teeth, he took out his gloves and put them on. He picked up the electrician's tool kit he carried with him and started picking the lock.

"Hey, what kind of lock is this? Isn't it too complicated?"

Scott put on the goggles he usually used for soldering circuit boards, took out tweezers and a crochet hook and fiddled with the keyhole, saying to himself:

"Locks are all mechanical mechanisms, so no matter how complicated they are, there must be a circlip or pin. As long as they are pushed up at the same time..."

"Click."

The door opened, Scott took a deep breath, put on two shoe covers, which were necessary to enter the laboratory to repair equipment at work, and they came in handy now.

He walked into the room, and his eyes lit up with the beautiful mahogany front hall and the oriental antique vase not far away. He gently closed the door with his backhand.

"Earn enough money for Casey's medical bills, and then hide in this house to survive the alien invasion. Sorry, Mr. Unknown Landlord, I'm just trying to survive."

His voice when talking to himself seemed louder, and his whole body became a little overly excited, and he kept swallowing the sticky saliva in his mouth.

However, he was so happy looking at the various antique treasures that he completely failed to notice the many miniature cameras in dark corners.

They all turned in his direction almost at the same time, and the aperture that controlled the focus suddenly tightened.

In the basement of the mansion, a figure sitting on the sofa was observing his every move with great interest...