Simultaneous traversal: All Abyss difficulty.

Chapter 790 Zombie Outbreak, More Terrifying Than Thanos

The next morning, the base's public rest area still smelled of caffeine and disinfectant from the previous night.

The sunlight struggled to penetrate the thick bulletproof glass, casting long, slanted streaks of light on the floor.

"Shh~ Shh~ Beep~ Beep~"

A series of off-key, extremely cheerful whistles came from afar, breaking the tranquility of the early morning.

Scott Lang—Ant-Man himself—strolled in with his signature jacket, messy hair, and a sandwich tossed in his hand.

He looked radiant, as if he had sunbathed on a Caribbean beach.

The sound was like a demonic whisper, piercing directly into the nerve endings of Bruce Banner on his makeshift camp bed in the corner.

Banner barely slept a wink last night.

The wounds on his neck and hands were disinfected urgently, but the deep-seated cold, numbness, and intermittent, needle-like sharp pain did not disappear. Instead, they clung to his reason like a lurking poison ivy.

The preliminary results of the blood test were on his portable iPad, and several key indicators were alarmingly abnormal, like constantly flashing red lights.

At that moment, Scott's carefree whistle, like a red-hot needle, pierced Banner's nerves, which were already stretched to their limit.

"SHUT UP!!!"

Banner sprang from his cot like a cannonball, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Scott.

The torment of sleep deprivation and unknown mutations within his body completely ripped away his facade as a gentle scientist, and the savage energy belonging to the Hulk surged wildly in his eyes.

He rushed to Scott, who was stunned by the shout, and with lightning speed, his left hand grabbed Scott's shirt and lifted him several inches off the ground!
"What the hell were you doing last night?!"

Banner's face was almost touching Scott's, spitting all over him. His dark circles and the blood-soaked bandage on his neck made him look incredibly ferocious.

"Look what you've done! Huh?! You're biting my neck?! Do you think you're funny?!"

Scott was being dragged along, his legs kicking wildly like a frightened quail. The initial bewilderment on his face quickly turned into genuine terror and immense grievance: "W-what?! Banner! Calm down! Calm down! Last night? I was feeding pigeons in the park near Times Square last night! I still have the night scene footage I took with the Ant-Man suit's recorder! I can pull it up! Biting? Biting your neck?! What are you talking about?!"

Scott's expression was so real; the shock of being wrongly accused and the panic of trying to defend himself didn't seem fake.

Banner's furious eyes suddenly narrowed, and his grip on his clothes loosened slightly, but a chill instantly spread throughout his body.

Not Scott.
Who was that miniature version of the guy last night?
Another Scott?

Banner released Scott, staggered back a step, and covered his forehead.

"I need to draw another tube of blood to check."

Scott stepped forward. "Hey buddy, are you alright? Need any help?"

"leave me alone!"

Banner abruptly shoved Scott aside as he instinctively tried to help him up, his voice hoarse and full of warning, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth, "You can't get your blood on me!"

Seeing Banner go to have his blood drawn, Scott slumped into a chair next to him, panting heavily, still shaken.

Looking at Bruce Banner, a tremendous unease gripped his heart.

The emptiness that followed the adrenaline rush, coupled with the anxiety of not being able to get involved, made Scott habitually try to find something to distract himself.

He subconsciously reached into his pocket, pulled out his phone with a cracked screen but still intact, and habitually unlocked it.

Among the colorful icons on the screen, the icon of a game app with a zombie holding a sunflower seems to be beckoning him.

"Phew, let's have a good pep talk!"

Scott muttered to himself, trying to dispel the spreading chill and sticky sense of unease in his heart with the micro-manipulation of his fingertips.

He opened the game, and the light from the loading screen illuminated his still somewhat pale face.

Just as he was fully focused, his thumb was about to press the button on his phone.
A sharp, piercing pain suddenly shot through the back of my neck, near my hairline, without any warning!

"Wardfa—!"

Scott also cried out in pain as the gaming phone slipped from his hand.

It was a complete stress reaction; he suddenly slapped the back of his neck!

This time, the palm struck the target squarely!

The palm of my hand felt as if it had struck a tiny, hard object.

Scott, panting heavily, slowly moved his right hand, which had been slapping the back of his neck, to his eyes and opened his palm.

In the palm of my hand lay a tiny figure, about the size of a thumb, still twitching slightly!

A miniature Ant-Man suit! Almost identical to the one Scott wore.

Gray, dirty fabric.

"Who the hell is this?!"

Scott stared wide-eyed as he carefully examined the "Ant-Man" in his hand.

Through the same damaged mask window
What Scott saw was a face that bore a striking resemblance to his own, yet was twisted and decaying!

His skin was grayish-green, his cloudy, deathly white eyes were filled with bloodshot veins of madness, and his torn mouth was dripping with thick, black saliva mixed with Scott's blood!
It was photographed in a somewhat distorted way, with one thin leg twisted abnormally, but the face...
That face... was a shrunken, zombie-like face belonging to Scott Lang, reduced countless times!
Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

Scott Lang's face drained of all color instantly, his pupils dilated to the extreme, reflecting the terrifyingly shrunken reflection of himself in his palm!

His mouth was open, but no sound came out of his throat, only broken, hissing sounds of gasping for air.

A chilling fear, mixed with an utterly absurd sense of nausea, instantly overwhelmed all his thoughts.

What the hell is this?!

Just then, Bruce Banner rushed out with an iPad displaying the test results.

"Scott! Oh no! That thing that bit me last night, the one that looked like you, has an extremely rare virus in its saliva!"

Bruce Banner, oblivious to Scott's expression, muttered to himself, "Thank goodness, thank goodness my blood was infected by Gamma Bomb radiation. The virus is fighting with the Gamma Bomb in my blood, so it doesn't infect me; it just makes me a little excited."

He breathed a sigh of relief and continued, "But what if this guy bites someone else?"

At this moment, Scott began to shiver uncontrollably!

This scene made Bruce Banner frown. "What's wrong with you?"

A chilling fear gripped Bruce Banner's heart in an instant!

"Scott!" Banner's voice trembled with a deep sense of foreboding. "Were you just... too?!"

The words have not yet been spoken!

"Aww—Ughhhhh!!!"

Scott Lang suddenly jumped up from his chair!

What he uttered was no longer a human voice, but a series of broken, hoarse roars filled with inhuman pain!

He was like a marionette being pulled wildly by invisible threads, his limbs twisted at extremely bizarre angles, his body convulsing and rolling violently, crashing heavily onto the experimental table next to him!
The metal countertop made a grating sound.

“Scott! No!” Banner screamed as he lunged forward, trying to hold him down.

But it was too late.

Scott's rolling motion abruptly stopped.

He stiffly, like a rusty gear, twisted his body around with a creaking sound.

That face—Banner will never forget how he felt when he saw that face!

His pupils dilated completely, and his cloudy whites were covered with bloodshot veins of madness, like lava injected with some kind of pure hunger and destructive desire, locking onto Banner who was so close at hand, without any human emotion!

That look in his eyes was nothing but the most primal, greedy desire for flesh and blood!

About twenty minutes later.

Stephen Fang, who was having tea with the Ancient One, received a call from Bruce Banner.

"Stephen! Oh no! Oh no!"

Stephen Fang yawned. "Thanos is dead, so who else could it be? Scarlet Witch is here?"

"No! No! It's Scott! Ant-Man!"

Stephen Fang shrugged. "What happened to Ant-Man? Did he betray us and become the boss? You should talk to him first, otherwise I might not even see him when I walk over there before I run him over."

Bruce Banner was agitated and breathing heavily. "I...I just accidentally released two zombie Ant-Men out of the Avengers base."

"Snapped!"

The teacup fell to the ground.

Stephen Fang hung up the phone and looked at the Ancient One, "Sorcerer Supreme of Earth, are you aware of this?"

Gu Yi sighed and said, "That's why I felt so sorry for you just now and personally poured you tea."

(End of this chapter)