I Am In Marvel Chapter 504: Ant-Man is trapped

In the first grade classroom of Zhongcheng High School, which is equipped with televisions, radios, and folding blackboards.

No matter how reluctant Peter was, Ned, who thought he had reached a consensus, still became his deskmate as a friend.

Other students are still reporting one after another and choosing seats.

Taking this opportunity, Ned still opened the topic to Peter, "Peter, who is your favorite hero among the Avengers?"

"Hero?" Peter replied without hesitation: "Iron Man."

"Oh!"

Ned became even more excited, spitting, "I like Iron Man too! His Iron Man suit is so handsome. Of course, he is also very rich. But he is only the second in my mind, and in the end What I really like is the symbol of peace, he is truly the number one hero!"

This Peter did not refute.

Indeed, when talking about this topic, regardless of men, women, or children in New York City, they will default to giving the first place to the symbol of peace. This is the consensus of everyone.

When it comes to the symbol of peace, no one would compare him with other heroes. After all, the Symbol of Peace is the first superhero. He ended the protracted World War II, founded the Avengers, and saved the world several times. No other hero can match his fame or achievements.

The existential meaning of the peace symbol is more like a belief, and has even transcended the framework of the hero itself.

The corners of Peter's mouth curled up slightly. If the fat Ned in front of him knew that he had had a fight with the symbol of peace (a brutal beating), I don't know if he would be so shocked that his jaw would drop.

"Just sit here and wait for others?"

The male student near the classroom podium quarreled, took the remote control from the podium, and turned on the TV next to the blackboard.

The channel that was just opened was playing news and current affairs, and the smoke-filled fire scene immediately attracted the attention of all the students in the classroom.

"At 6:50 last night, a fire suddenly broke out at the Remi Five-Star Hotel on the central street of Queens. The fire damage was serious and basically covered the entire fifth floor. Fortunately, there were no casualties, thanks to a person who died. A mysterious man wearing red and blue tight-fitting clothes..."

While explaining, the female reporter released a video. In the video, Spider-Man can be vaguely seen rescuing residents affected by the disaster from the fifth floor to the ground at the door while swinging the spider silk back and forth.

Ned looked at the news and said in surprise: "Wow, is that a new hero? That guy seems to be able to fly?"

"No, he shouldn't be able to fly." Peter touched his nose. It felt good to watch himself on TV.

Ned continued to comment: "His clothes are designed in the style of Iron Man. They are not made to imitate the Iron Man suit, right?"

"This..." Peter didn't know what to say. After all, Tony made the spider suit. It could be said that Ned had inadvertently touched the truth.

"Since it's a new hero, he should have a name, right? Let me think about it, how about calling him Fire Monkey Man? It's a cool name." Ned looked at Peter with interest, wanting to hear what he had to say. view.

Peter corrected a little excitedly: "His name is Spider-Man, not Fire Monkey!"

"Uh." Ned looked confused and obviously frightened, and other students also looked at Peter with doubts.

"Childish." A female student with short hair who was sitting in the corner reading quietly looked up at Peter.

"That, I also heard what others said."

Peter spread his hands awkwardly and buried his head in his schoolbag.

The news finally made a phased summary: "The cause of the fire has not yet been identified. The police have initially ruled out that the accidental fire started. This incident is likely to be human-induced. Please continue to pay attention to the New York News Channel for the specific follow-up situation..."

"Human?"

Peter raised his head and thought back to last night, the mysterious figure wearing a glass helmet and an armored cloak who flashed past in the red mist.

Who is that person?

At this time, a restaurant in New York.

The uncle, who was about thirty years old but had a beard and a face full of vicissitudes of life, could no longer be called a young man. He was wearing a waiter's suit and squatting in a daze at the door of the restaurant in frustration.

His name is Scott Long. He was imprisoned for theft and has only been out for a few months. Although he barely found a low-level job, after the divorce, it was difficult to regain custody of his eldest daughter.

Scott needs a lot of money now, a huge amount of money, and he probably won't be able to earn it as a waiter in half his life.

Perhaps knowing Scott's current situation, "old friends" appeared in front of him again in twos and threes, giving him a piece of cake-like advice when he was in trouble.

After Scott heard his old friend’s proposal, he didn’t think too much and immediately refused: “Still stealing? Please, I’ve washed my hands of myself and can’t go to jail again!”

"Shh, man, keep it down."

One of the fat men with cheeks put his hand on Scott's shoulder and lowered his voice: "We really need you this time. I can guarantee that this is your last order. As long as you take it, you will get all the With the money, not only will you not have to worry about the rest of your life, but your daughter will also be able to come back to you."

Scott was silent. He had to say that his heart was moved and he would do anything for his daughter.

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

"I knew you wouldn't refuse."

The fat man with the cheeks excitedly clenched his fist and said simply: "The other party is a businessman and scientist who has many real estate properties in New York. He has a villa that has been idle for a long time. According to my understanding, there is a super safe room there. 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 night clothes, put on his headset and mask and got out of the van's rear door. The other accomplices who stayed in the car operated various instruments and equipment, blocked nearby surveillance and signals, and monitored every move in the nearby streets. Their professionalism was no less than that of international thieves.

After Scott left the van, he approached the target villa. He came to the wall, skillfully and dexterously climbed over into the courtyard, opened the security window with a tool, and crawled into the villa.

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

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

This is too childish, so of course it won’t be a problem for him.

Add the old fingerprints left on the handle with tape to reproduce the texture, and then use the reproduced fingerprints to pass the scanning level.

Five minutes later.

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

"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 steel from the Titanic."

Scott showed his habitual smile, "Remember the iceberg? Its cold resistance is very average."

Scott is a former chief engineer. He is also a top thief. He knows how to open a safe at a glance. ~IndoMTL.com~ A small hole is drilled in the main structure of the safety door. After a large amount of water is injected, liquid nitrogen is used to accelerate freezing. The inside and outside of the safety door quickly freeze into ice...

‘Bang! ’

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

Hearing the sound of the door being broken, the companion on the other side of the headset couldn't hide his excitement and shouted: "Look, what's inside!"

Scott was also extremely excited. In one swift step, he crossed the steel door that had fallen to the ground and entered the safe.

But it was empty inside, with only a table on which lay a dusty crimson motorcycle suit and a strange helmet.

"What the **** is this?"

Scott opened his mouth wide and was completely speechless.