American comics: From the black robes to becoming the ultimate Doomsday

This was beyond his ability to handle.

"How do you plan to deal with this?"

Upon arriving at Harris's residence and seeing Harris, who appeared calm on the surface but was inwardly nervous, Pei Yuan smiled and inquired.

Pei Yuan wanted to see if Harris had come up with any countermeasures.

Based on the depiction in movies and TV shows, this Ant-Man, although he doesn't need to rely on equipment to switch between shrinking and enlarging states, has limited abilities and doesn't have the exaggerated methods of Marvel's Ant-Man.

If you are well prepared in advance, dealing with such a low-budget version of Ant-Man shouldn't be too difficult.

Harris, whose eyes were bloodshot, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it with a lighter, and then patted his waist looking rather haggard.

Harris's private parts, when struck, produced a series of hard, metallic thuds.

Then Harris said, "I looked up information about that shrinking thing. Since it likes to crawl through horse eyes so much, I made a set of armor for my brother."

Yes.

Harris wore a metal groin guard around her waist, similar to the chastity belt Pei Yuan had seen before.

Seeing this, Pei Yuan couldn't help but smile and nod. As an ordinary person who had never directly fought against superhumans, he was quite appreciative.

Harris has done enough to think of this and to do this much.

Ordinary people probably wouldn't even have the courage to face a superhuman.

Because what they are facing are a series of freaks who don't know what to do next.

After taking a look, Pei Yuan offered some suggestions.

"I think you'd better put some mustard or chili sauce or something irritating on your chastity belt or body, because that guy's ability is flawed. If he sneezes, he will lose control of his shrinking ability."

When facing an enemy that is difficult to see, it is naturally better to bring him back to the same size.

"Understood, thank you, boss."

After Pei Yuan finished speaking, Harris acted decisively.

It must be said that Harris was quite quick to act. After hearing Pei Yuan's words, he immediately took out a bottle of chili sauce and mustard from the kitchen.

Then take off your clothes and mix it all over your skin and apply it to the chastity belt around your waist.

Finally, put on the outer clothes so that no one can see the inside.

As for Pei Yuan, it was simpler; he inserted his fingers into the socket and powered himself on.

The first time I felt a tingling numbness, the second time it felt pleasant.

Enjoying the sensation of electric current coursing through his body, like a gentle massage, Pei Yuan comfortably leaned back on the sofa and dozed off.

He wasn't afraid of the termite-man's amplified attack, but he felt a bit disgusted and didn't want that guy to get into those places on his body.

Neither the front nor the back will work.

Having made thorough preparations, the two waited in the living room. Compared to Pei Yuan's calm and fearless demeanor, Harris appeared somewhat anxious.

However, he managed to suppress his emotions very well.

As darkness fell, the only sound in the room was the news broadcast on the television.

At that very moment, in a crack in the window that no one noticed.

A tiny, naked white man, only as tall as a matchstick, squeezed in through a crack in the window.

He stood on the windowsill, looking down into the room, searching for his target.

The Grizzly Gang offered him a good price to deal with a thin, middle-aged man in his forties.

The termite man didn't know the target's specific identity, but he had seen plenty of gang infighting and fighting, so it wasn't anything unusual for him.

He has always been money-oriented; once he has the dollars, he has no problem achieving any goal.

His eyes swept across the room, and the termite man quickly spotted the two people inside, one of whom was his target.

He seemed somewhat anxious and restless.

Termite humans enjoy observing their targets' various states before death from this microscopic perspective.

Following the windowsill to the other side of the curtains, the termite-man took a running start and leaped, then swiftly pressed himself against the curtains.

Grabbing the curtains, the termite man slid down and successfully reached the floor of the room.

The termite man smirked; the infiltration had gone very smoothly, posing almost no challenge as usual.

Hidden in the shadows of the room, the termite man kept approaching the two, but after standing under their chairs, he encountered another problem.

So, who should we kill first?

The target was unquestionable; he had to be killed, as it was related to the Grizzly Gang's reward and his dollars. But now there was a young prostate, which was as attractive to him as honey to a bear.

However, he didn't stick to his choice for long; he returned to his previous goal.

Turn to the right.

He walked toward the old man, but as he reached the man's shoes, a gust of wind brushed against his trouser leg and blew in his face.

The termite man stopped walking. He seemed to smell something, like chili sauce and mustard.

Oh, damn it.

He hates the taste of wasabi the most.

Because he always sneezes, and at that point, he can't control his ability.

This guy actually made all these preparations? How did they know I was coming?

Could it be those idiots from the Grizzly Gang?

The ability to shrink one's body is all about surprise. If the opponent is prepared, how can they possibly win?

The termite people know this all too well.

The smell emanating from his target made him hesitate, so the Termite Man looked at the feet of the Asian youth next to him instead.

So he quietly went over there.

Hmm? No taste?

The termite-man beneath the trouser leg sniffed, quite pleased.

A fresh prostate gland, here it comes!

The termite-man excitedly climbed up the shoe upper, then the shoe surface, then the sock, and continued upwards.

The higher you go, the closer your clothes get to your skin. Before stepping over the shoes, the termite-man glances up and can't help but wonder.

Why are these body hairs standing up like that?

Chapter 36 [Boss, I found your box!]

As the termite-man's next foot landed, he suddenly felt a clear blue electric light flash across the other's skin.

In an instant, a powerful electric current surged through his body, and the ant-man's entire body stiffened.

pat!

A stiff body, with no point of attachment.

It suddenly landed on the ground.

Due to the interference of the electric current, the termite-man lost control of his shrunken form the next moment and appeared naked in the room.

However, when he saw an Asian youth watching him with great interest, the tingling sensation in his body subsided, and a series of alarming signs flashed through his mind as he instinctively pressed his hands down.

"It's a misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding..."

His gaze swept across the table, and he caught a glimpse of the Asian youth inserting his finger into the socket, the arc of electricity still visible on it.

His expression froze.

My heart is pounding.

How could someone be so twisted that they're not even afraid of electricity?

This is probably a superhuman, the kind that can control electricity!!!

Sensing something was wrong, the termite-man no longer cared about his unfinished mission; his primary objective now was to escape.

He could already sense a faint killing intent in the eyes of the calm-faced Asian youth.

Holy crap, how did the murderous intent become tangible?!

The termite man had been watching the other party closely when he suddenly noticed that the other party's eyes had turned scarlet. His body was struck as if by lightning, and his next instinctive thought was to shrink his body again.

But his retina was already filled with intense red light, leaving no room for anything else.

There was a snap.

A piece of coke fell to the ground, hitting the solid wood floor with a crisp sound.

"Boss, it's already burnt."

Despite feeling extremely uncomfortable, Harris lay down on the ground and carefully examined the corpse of the termite man.

Although it wasn't the first time I'd witnessed my boss's abilities, each time I was still awestruck by them.