I Am In Marvel Chapter 505: Wind element monster

The atmosphere in the van parked next to the highway was very depressing. The three accomplices stared directly at Scott, with ugly expressions on their faces, as if they thought they had cake but ended up eating a mouthful of feces.

"So, after working hard all night, all we got was this old biker suit?"

The corners of the fat man's mouth twitched slightly, looking at the strange clothes stolen from behind the double security doors of the villa in Scott's hands.

Another companion added: "To be more precise, they are weird motorcycle uniforms. I don't want even five dollars for these second-hand clothes online."

"What else can we do? Let's retreat first. This time we are overturned."

The fat man sighed heavily, drove the van, and quickly left the villa area.

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

Will biker uniforms be left behind a Carbondale security door? It was also covered in dust. It was obvious that someone had kept it for many years and had not put it in there by mistake.

The most important thing is the material of this suit and the matching helmet style, which he has never seen before...

With many doubts, Scott followed his accomplice back home. No matter what, everything was stolen, so there was no way he could put it back, right?

The crime team did not notice that there were dozens of ants on the wall of the target villa, acting as monitors in different corners, monitoring everything that happened inside and outside the house.

On the other side, there is the basement of a villa somewhere.

Hank Pym and Hope had not yet fallen asleep. They sat in front of the screen and quietly watched the van of Scott and others leaving.

"How about it." Hank Pym looked at his daughter with a smile.

Hope's pretty face was stern, he crossed his arms and said hummingly: "He is truly a thief."

"I am referring to his skill, courage, and wisdom."

Hank Pym squinted his eyes. As a generation of Ant-Man, he naturally knew what special talents it took to become Ant-Man.

Hope said nothing, as if by default, thinking: "Now that the suit is in his hands, what happens next?"

"Go back to sleep and at least wait for him to try it once..."

Hank Pym is like an old fox, with a meaningful look in his eyes under the lenses.

The next day, morning.

The dazzling sunlight fell on the bedside from the window. After Scott woke up drowsily, he put on his slippers and went to the bathroom to rinse his mouth and face. He happened to see the dark red uniform thrown next to the wash basin last night.

Originally, he wanted to put it in the washing machine to wash it first. After thinking about it, Scott decided to try it on, so he took off his clothes and put the strange uniform from his feet to his neck.

Before putting on the helmet, Scott suddenly found a test tube filled with liquid on his clothes, which was labeled "Pym Particles" in English.

"Pym particles? Are they placed like this?"

Scott found an inner slot at the waist of the uniform that could fit the reagent. Without thinking too much, he inserted the Pym particle test tube into the inner slot and then put on the matching helmet. Go up.

Scott put on his strange uniform, stood in front of the wash basin, looked at himself in the mirror, and muttered to himself: "The style of this dress is a bit like an ant... yes, it is an ant."

"The main purpose is..."

Scott saw a red button on the glove part of the uniform. He pressed it while trying, and then...

At the same time.

On the roof of Scott's house, a red mist fell from the sky, and a mysterious man wearing an armor and cloak appeared from it.

Quentin looked down coldly at the houses below, stretched out his hands, and a blue whirlwind emerged from it. As it continued to rotate, it turned into a tornado with a radius of two meters in the blink of an eye. It also showed a resemblance to the facial features and hands. A physical monster.

Wind elemental monster.

"Go, go." Quentin reached out and pointed toward the house, and the wind elemental monster immediately followed the order and flew downwards.

At this time, Scott's home.

"Scott, Scott are you there?"

The fat man with the cheeks had just bought breakfast from outside and wanted to invite Scott to eat with him. However, when he opened the door to the room, he found that he had already gotten up. However, no matter how he searched in the house, he could not find Scott.

"It's strange. Where did that guy go so early?"

The fat man with cheeks looked at the empty bathroom and returned to the hall in surprise. He did not see a tiny ant-like creature on the washbasin waving and shouting at him.

"Scott, if you're not here, I'll finish my breakfast first."

The fat man with the cheeks said the last thing. He was sitting on the dining chair and had just taken out a piece of butter bread when the door and window on the first floor were suddenly knocked open by the strong wind.

Bang! !

With countless gravel and glass, the strong wind destroyed and ravaged everything in the room. A huge physical monster formed by the green wind forced its way into the house, stretched out its giant hand and pinched the fat man in his hand.

"Don't, don't kill me!"

Faced with the sudden turn of events, the fat man almost peeed in fright. What met his gaze was the blurry and terrifying giant face of the wind elemental monster.

"Hand over that suit of clothes!" The wind elemental monster roared at the fat man with cheeks, breathing out strong wind that blew his hair and cheeks askew.

"What clothes?" The fat man with cheeks was stunned and didn't react for a while.

"That suit of clothes you got!" The wind elemental monster continued to scream strangely, and the strong wind mixed with sand made the fat man feel pain.

The fat man with cheeks said hurriedly: "Yes, yes, we got a set of clothes, but it's not in my hands, it's in Scott's place! But now Scott is not at home!!"

"Hand it over or die!"

The wind elemental monster made threats on its own, and partially ravaged and destroyed the furniture and walls of the house.

"It's really not in my hands!" The fat man with cheeks cried sadly, his neck was pinched so much that he almost couldn't breathe.

On the roof of the house.

Quentin frowned. The intelligent aircraft scanned and checked, and indeed did not find the man named Scott, nor the existence of the Ant-Man suit.

How is it possible that someone who never left the house just disappears for no apparent reason?

Before Quentin could think too much, a black spot suddenly appeared in front of him~IndoMTL.com~ He looked up keenly and saw that the black spot kept getting closer and bigger, and soon turned into a big star. Tree...

Tree?

Quentin quickly flew up to dodge, and the uprooted pine tree crashed onto the roof where he was originally staying, flattening the head of the house.

Quentin's pupils shrank slightly, flying in the air, looking a hundred meters away, but he couldn't see a single figure.

"Who is it? Throwing a tree over from such a distance. Is this a warning to me?"

Quentin lowered his head and thought for a moment, smiled coldly, and chose to retreat in the red mist.

After Quentin left, the wind elemental monster in the house transformed from a solid body into a virtual body, and soon dissipated like wind.

The fat man fell to the ground softly, touching his neck with lingering fear.

"Fat man, are you okay?"

The bathroom door suddenly opened. Scott, still wearing the Ant-Man uniform, held his helmet in his hand and rushed out of the bathroom in surprise, running towards the fat man on the ground.

"Where did you run just now?" The fat man looked at Scott with a pale face.

"I don't know."

Scott shook his head, took a deep breath and said: "I only know that we have to return this dress as soon as possible, otherwise something big will happen!"