The Father of Superheroes

Scott Lang gestured and tried to explain his current situation, showing that he was not a sausage-mouthed or dumb, but based on his current state, it was strange that he could explain it clearly.

On the contrary, because of the exaggerated body movements, Hope doubted whether his father had retrieved such a funny person from some circus.

Seeing Scott Lang's almost crazy expression, Hank Pym sighed, waved his hand, and took the initiative to explain the current situation.

Scott Lang nodded frantically.

Hope's expression didn't change.

It didn't matter to her whether Scott Lang was dumb or not.

At this moment, in her eyes, Scott Lang has only one identity...

That is the competitor.

"Hank, I can do your job, leave it to me, I can..."

"No!" Hank Pym said firmly: "I have talked about this many times. If you insist on it, I can only remove you from my plan."

Hope snorted and sat at the dining table with arms folded.

In any case, she has to participate in this plan, because she is worried, and she is also worried about Hank Pym.

Seeing Hope compromise like this, Hank Pym was a little surprised and looked at Clark, only to find that Clark had been staring at Scott Lang.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?"

Hank Pym couldn't help asking.

Why is he wearing my pajama pants?

Clark murmured in his heart, shook his head at Hank Pym, but still looked at Scott Lang and sat at the dining table.

Scott Lang's hair stood on end.

Is there something wrong with this person?

He murmured in his heart, sucking in the cool air and sitting aside.

"Wait a minute, I'll get you medicine."

Hank Pym looked at the sausage on Scott Lang's face and walked upstairs with a smile.

In an instant, the atmosphere in the restaurant became awkward, except that Scott Lang took a breath from time to time and wiped the saliva from his lips because he was out of his control with a tissue.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing that Clark had been staring at Scott Long, Hope couldn't help but ask.

Clark shook his head: "Nothing."

damn it! Hope bought him those pants!

Clark roared inwardly.

Scott Lang's curious eyes darted back and forth between Clark and Hope, speculating about their relationship with Hank Pym.

At this moment, Hank Pym walked down with some special medicine, threw it to Scott Lang, and introduced to him: "My daughter Hope, and her boyfriend Clark."

"No, I want to add."

Hope said lightly, hugged Clark's arm, pulled Clark gently, tapped his mouth lightly, and said to Hank Pym, "It's my fiancé."

Saying that, she raised her hand, and a prominent ring flashed on her finger.

Hank Pym's breath stagnated, feeling his heart aches.

Daughter is getting farther and farther from him...

damn it!

Blame it on Mike! Blame him!

He cursed inwardly and said coldly to Clark, "Let the **** Mike come here quickly!"

Clark smiled: "I told him that I will come over soon."

Hank Pym sat down angrily and said, "Eat breakfast first, and then talk about the task later."

Hope and Clark nodded.

Looking at the three people eating breakfast, Scott Lang silently drank medicine and applied ointment.

Who can be worse than him?

After breakfast, Hank Pym took the three to his study and began to explain the mission this time and the training that Scott Lang would receive next.

Learn to control ants, familiarize yourself with the use of battle suits, fight training, and write down topographical maps.

All of this needs to be done in just ten days, because in ten days, Darren Krause will publish his research and sell his own replica of the Wasp suit.

Actually, this can be solved more easily...

Clark murmured inwardly.

With the exception of Gwen and Lamb Jr., anyone in their family has been settled easily.

After thinking about it for a while, he couldn't help but say, "That, Uncle Hank, leave this matter to us, I..."

"Give it to you?"

Hank Pym raised his eyebrows and sneered.

"Hmph, I can guess your dad's expression without thinking."

As he spoke, he imitated Mike's movement of pinching his chin, looked at Clark and said with a strange smile: "Hohoho, Hank, when you also need help, as long as you promise to finish the dish I made especially for you. , I will help you solve it!"

Looking at Hank Pym's expression, Hope couldn't help laughing, and Clark was a little embarrassed.

Between these two old men, it is indeed possible to do so.

Hank Pym hummed: "Please help, don't even think about it! I can solve it myself!"

With that said, he looked at Scott Lang fiercely and said, "Give me a good practice, or I'll send you back to prison!"

Scott Lang: "!"

Did I say anything?

…

Night, Pym Technologies.

Darren Krause's office.

A man whose head was brighter than a lightbulb shook lightly with a glass of wine, a satisfied smile on his face, and looked at the street outside, with the illusion that he was about to master the world.

No, this is not an illusion.

Darren Krause murmured.

His experiment has been successful, he has successfully shrunk a creature, as long as the developed particles are applied to his wasp suit, after the final experimental adjustment, the wasp suit is completed.

At that time, he, Darren Klass, will become the hottest man in the world.

Pym particles…

Ah!

That old man had already mastered the things that could change the world, but he sealed it up like an idiot and refused to use it. What an idiot.

And when he wanted to convince the other party to give him the extraction formula of Pym particles, the other party refused.

Fortunately, when he was a student of the other party, he secretly memorized a lot of things, otherwise he would not have copied the Pym particle.

Oh, by the way, from today, this thing is no longer called the Pym particle, but the Klass particle.

As long as he thinks of this, the corners of his mouth can't help but rise.

Suddenly, his cell phone rang.

Looking at the number, Darren Krause's swaying wine glass stopped, and his brows were lightly knit together.

After hesitating, he picked up the phone.

"Hey."

"I know your experiment was successful." The person over the phone said in a positive tone, and then sneered: "How is it? Have you considered it?"

Darren Krause pondered and said, "Impossible, it is absolutely impossible for me to give this technology to you."

"Damn ass, don't forget who perfected the Pym particle for you! You're still dealing with that clump of minced meat without me!"

"Huh! But without my previous research and the basic formula I provided, this experiment is even less likely to succeed."

"Impossible to succeed? Hahaha! With my ingenuity, do you think I really can't do it?"

"Of course!" Darren Krause smiled faintly: "With your big head, you really can't do it!"

"What did you say? Say it again!"

The people over there angrily handed over their voices, as if they were about to tear Darren Claus to pieces. Obviously, the words just touched the other party's sore spot.

Darren Krause smiled and listened to the other party's violent scolding.

And after stopping for five minutes, after seeing that the other party didn't mean to stop, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he pressed his aching head, and shouted angrily: "Modok! If you talk nonsense again, our cooperation will end. It's over! You know what you just said, I can't agree at all!"

As soon as the voice fell, the non-stop shouting stopped, and then Mordok's voice rang again.

"Then cooperate according to the previous agreement." Mordok said lightly: "I will provide you with nano-enhanced equipment, and you will provide me with Pym particles."

"it is good!"

Darren Krause responded with a smile.

…

"Hoo, hoo!"

Scott Lang was lying on the bed, snoring, and slept very deeply.

However, it is natural for this to happen.

He now spends the rest of the day working **** his studies, aside from a few hours of eating and sleeping.

Control ants, ride ants, throw darts, get familiar with battle suits, and fight training...

Ding Ding!

The alarm sounded, but Scott didn't hear it at all, and was still asleep.

At this moment, the door was pushed open, and Clark walked in expressionlessly carrying a basin of water.

Um…

There were also some ice cubes floating in it.

This is the best way to wake up a late sleeper.

As a child, he tried it on Charles and Eric with excellent results.

With a bright smile on his face, Clark poured a basin of ice-filled water on Scott Lang's head.

A man who was sleeping soundly, even dreaming, was suddenly poured on his face by a basin of ice water. The sudden coldness made Scott Lang scream and jump up.

He looked at Clark angrily, remembering what had happened in the past few days, but swallowed the swear words that came to his mouth.

These days, Clark is in charge of his combat training, in other words, he is being beaten by Clark.

Although his fighting level is improving at a speed visible to the naked eye, the pain is real pain.

He doubted whether he had a grudge against the other party.

"Ten minutes to start training."

Clark said lightly, turned and walked downstairs.

ten minutes!

Scott Lang was taken aback.

These ten minutes include washing up, changing clothes, and eating breakfast.

Hurry up! Otherwise, the training intensity of this fighting will be doubled!

"I don't want to get a double beating."

With a murmur, Scott shuddered and moved quickly.

He came downstairs, rushed to the table, and shoved a breakfast into his mouth, only to notice the look on Hank Pym's face when he finished.

Stern, serious, like an enemy.

Suddenly, he swallowed and asked carefully, "What happened? Did the plan change?"

"Yes! Now there is a more serious problem!"

Hank Pym's expression was serious.

Scott Lang sat up unconsciously.

"My old friend, Mike Kent is coming!"

old friend?

Isn't it a good thing to come, old friend?

Scott Lang looked at Hank Pym suspiciously, and then hurriedly said, "Wait, you mean Mike Kent? Is that Mike Kent?"

Hank Pym, as a superhero from Hank Pym's past, might actually know that Mike Kent.

Hank Pym blinked and said, "Didn't I tell you?"

"Damn it! You never told me!"

Scott Lang was excited.

That's Mike Kent, who is called the number one powerhouse, the man on the throne, the man who controls the uncrowned king of the planet!

"Oh, that's it!"

Hank Pym nodded lightly.

Are you so excited?

Isn't he just a **** who likes to cheat people with vegetables!

"and many more!"

Scott Lang turned his head stiffly and pointed at Clark with his trembling fingers: "He, he is Mike Kent's son, who is he? Look at the size and hair volume...it won't be Superman!"

"You're too slow to respond." Hope couldn't help but complained: "Hank, let me go, I doubt he can complete the task."

"Don't make a fuss, it's going to start tonight."

Hank Pym looked helpless.

Tomorrow is Monday and Darren Krause will give a press conference tomorrow.

"Tonight, shall I still train today?"

Scott Lang asked suspiciously.

"Of course... no need, you need a day off today. Although you're not perfect, you're barely able to use it."

Hank Pym commented.

In fact, he is very satisfied with Scott Lang's training progress.

"No training needed, then..." He looked at Clark suspiciously: "Why did you wake me up?"

"got used to."

Clark said apologetically.

"it's okay no problem!"

Scott Lang waved his hand and didn't even think about the side that Clark was deliberately messing with him, after all, that was Superman.

He excitedly stood up from the chair, rushed upstairs, turned over his luggage, looked for clothes with the Superman logo, and then rushed downstairs with excitement on his face after pulling out a pair of underwear marked with the S logo. .

"Superman, sign my name for me!"

"Just call me Clark."

Clark looked at the **** in the other's hand, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

Is this thing serious?

"puff!"

Hope couldn't help laughing out~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Clark sighed. After Scott Lang took a step closer to him with his underwear, he unconsciously stepped back to avoid it, helpless. Said: "When your mission is completed, let's take a group photo, and I'll just sign it for you."

Group photo?

Scott Lang nodded happily, rolled up the **** in his hand and stuffed them into his pockets.

Clark sighed in relief.

If he wants to write his name on it, Hope will laugh at it for the rest of his life.

"Come on, Scott."

Hank Pym stood up, holding a bunch of keys in his hand, and said, "Do some preparations with me."

"Prepare? For tonight's action?"

"No! For Mike Kent!"

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