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Could Chapter 166 be Hydra?

"Ant-Man?"

Stark looked at the man in front of him with some curiosity.

Lynn was somewhat surprised to hear Stark say that.

"You actually know about Ant-Man?"

Stark nodded.

"Recently, I have tried to learn about my father's past."

"While reviewing some materials, I discovered that Dr. Pym, the Ant-Man in front of you, had a past conflict with my father."

"Dr. Pym never visited my father again until his death."

"Strictly speaking, Dr. Pym was even one of the founders of S.H.I.E.L.D."

Lynn was somewhat surprised, not expecting Stark to know so much about the subject.

"Wait a minute, I remember these documents are top secret; ordinary people can't access them at all. You—"

One glance at Stark's expression and Lynn knew immediately what Stark had done this time.

"You went and hacked into S.H.I.E.L.D.'s database again. Oh well, it's something that happens all the time anyway."

Incidentally, to ensure the security of the database, Black Egg had Stark upgrade his security system once.

What's the difference between having Stark help upgrade your security system and having a monkey guard the peach orchard?

Even though Black Egg didn't completely trust Stark, he still found other people to help him upgrade the security system.

But how could those people's skills possibly compare to Stark's?

Therefore, the database on the Black Egg side is like Stark's own backyard; he can come and go as he pleases.

If he didn't want to, no one could discover that he had stolen those documents.

Stark smiled, showing no sign of shame.

"So, Dr. Pym, what exactly are you trying to do, suddenly appearing here in this outfit?"

"Well—I think you might have misunderstood something."

A young male voice came from under the mask.

"I'm not Dr. Pym, I'm just an ordinary person."

The mask was opened, and a young man with an unfamiliar face appeared in front of the two people.

Stark might not recognize Ant-Man, but Lynn recognized him at a glance; it was most likely the real Ant-Man.

Or rather, he is Dr. Pym's chosen successor, and there's nothing wrong with him being the second-generation Ant-Man.

"Then where did you get this combat suit? If I remember correctly, this suit also has related technology, which Dr. Pym treasures and would never give to anyone else—."

Seeing that Stark's expression was becoming increasingly hostile, Scott immediately began to explain.

"No, no, no, I didn't steal it from Dr. Pym."

"Dr. Pym gave me this outfit and taught me how to use it."

"Actually, I came here on Dr. Pym's orders to retrieve something."

"Retrieve the items. If I remember correctly, these things once belonged to my father. What you mean by 'retrieve' isn't stealing, is it?"

Stark laughed with a hint of sarcasm.

"Strictly speaking, it can't be considered stealing."

Scott tried to explain himself.

"Dr. Pym said that there is a prototype of one of his inventions here, which he did not have time to take with him when he was arguing with your father."

"So I'm here to take back what rightfully belongs to Dr. Pym, not to steal your things."

Stark was simply too lazy to argue with Scott about all that nonsense.

In Stark's eyes, Scott was now nothing more than a thief who had invaded his base.

"Whatever you want to take, let Dr. Pym tell me himself."

Stark waved his hand listlessly.

Upon seeing this, Scott immediately put on his helmet, shrunk his body, and tried to escape from Stark.

If it were the old Stark, without his nanotech armor, Scott might have actually gotten away with it.

But now Stark's armor has received a brand new upgrade, and what his armor can do is far beyond what many people imagine.

With a wave of his hand, Stark bound Scott with ropes made of nanoparticles.

Even when Scott shrunk to the extreme, the nanorods still kept him firmly bound.

Seeing this, Scott had no choice but to grow larger, hoping to break free from the refugees' ropes by increasing his size.

However, these nanoropes expanded along with Scott's body size.

As it expands, these nanoparticles are constantly replenished, ensuring that even as Scott's size increases, there is still sufficient binding force on him.

So, unsurprisingly, Scott was tied up like a dumpling.

"what?"

Scott struggled for a long time, only to find himself bound like a caterpillar, lying on the ground unable to move.

Most importantly, those nanoparticles are still constantly invading his prisoners of war.

Under the influence of the nanoparticles, Scott's mask was quickly opened, and then the nanoparticles rapidly poured into Scott's combat suit.

In just a few seconds, Scott's clothes automatically fell off his body from the inside out.

What appeared before the two men was a middle-aged man lying naked on the ground wearing only underwear.

"You don't look like a coward at all. You've got quite a physique from all that training."

Stark made a joke.

With a wave of his hand, Stark stored the Ant-Man armor aside.

On the other side, Dr. Pym was speechless as he looked at the scene before him.

"What kind of mess is this?"

Dr. Pym had advised Scott against going in when he first arrived at the base.

Because they initially thought it was just a warehouse in the suburbs storing old things that S.H.I.E.L.D. no longer needed, but when Scott arrived at the warehouse, Dr. Pym was surprised to find that it had been transformed into another base by Stark at some point.

The security level of an abandoned warehouse is definitely different from that of a research base.

So Dr. Pym instinctively wanted Scott to go back and reconsider.

However, Scott, thinking that since he was already there, he couldn't leave without checking it out, eventually infiltrated the base.

At first, his infiltration went very smoothly.

After all, Stark was only conducting some research here and hadn't made any significant defensive preparations.

If someone were to infiltrate, Stark would definitely notice.

However, Stark never expected that Ant-Man would exist as such a unique being.

This meant that Scott was only discovered by Lynn after he had infiltrated Lynn and Stark's research lab.

"It seems I'll need to strengthen the base's defenses from now on."

Stark frowned slightly.

"Enemy of this size can be really difficult to deal with."

"There's a possibility that someone will develop smaller drones that are similar in size to these, and we have to be wary of that too."

"In that case, we should also make arrangements for various defenses against poison gas, viruses, and the like."

Stark muttered to himself, preparing to raise the security level of all bases to a level that would make any intruder despair.

"That's enough!"

"Let Stark talk to me."

Even now, Scott has maintained communication with Dr. Pym.

Stark certainly noticed this, but he didn't say anything simply to give Pym a chance.

"Um—would you like to answer the phone?"

Scott forced a smile and gestured with his lips to indicate the earphones he was wearing.

"Dr. Pym is willing to communicate with me now?"

Stark wore a mocking smile.

"Forget it, I'd better not use your communication equipment. I'm afraid it might carry some kind of infectious disease."

Stark tapped his armor a few times.

"Jarvis, connect me to Dr. Screen's communication."

The next second, a semi-transparent light screen appeared in front of everyone.

Dr. Pym and his daughter's faces appeared on the screen simultaneously.

When Dr. Pym discovered that the large screen in front of him had turned into Stark's punchable face, his expression immediately darkened.

He was fully aware that his system had been hijacked by Stark.

"Is this how you greet your elders?"

"Starting by hacking into someone else's system?"

Stark didn't care at all, and looked down at the panel, scribbling something.

"An elder? You don't seem to be qualified to be my elder."

Stark's lips curled into a slight smile.

"Let me see what you guys have been up to lately?"

"Ah—it seems you haven't been having a particularly good time lately."

"After all these years, are you still clinging to your outdated techniques without making any progress?"

"Damn it, I'm warning you, Stark! Don't think you can do whatever you want just because you're old Stark's son!"

"I command you, immediately, cease your intrusion upon me!"

"Old man, I'm telling you, which of us is really doing whatever we want?"

Stark looked at Pym with a cold smile.

"You sent people to invade my base without a word and tried to steal my things."

"Now that they're in the wrong, they're starting to use morality to pressure people?"

"Did you treat my father the same way back then?"

"No wonder my father argued with you."

Pym was furious when the matter was brought up.

"Back then, it was your father who tried to steal my technology!"

"You Stark family members are all shameless liars and despicable villains!"

"I invented this prototype too, how can you say it's yours?"

Faced with the enraged Doctor Pym, Stark put away his armor and lazily sat down on the sofa.

"I'd say you're a really strange person."

"If, and I mean if, you were the one who created the atomic bomb, could you then claim that it belongs to you?"

Stark shrugged.

"Don't forget that all the research you did at S.H.I.E.L.D., the resources and manpower you consumed were all provided by S.H.I.E.L.D."

"So what you've done, strictly speaking, belongs to the country, not to you personally."

"Don't tell me you didn't receive your share of the salary back then?"

"Besides, with the later structural changes at S.H.I.E.L.D., those useless junk items naturally had to be disposed of."

"Therefore, the owner of this item has also changed."

"Not to mention that the equipment and items you created consume other people's resources, legally speaking, you have no right to claim sovereignty over these items."

Stark vividly and thoroughly portrays the true face of a capitalist.

"So I don't know where you got your claim that your technology was stolen from back then?"

"If my father really had any reservations about your technology, do you think you could have just swaggered away and taken all the Ant-Man suits back then?"

"What do you mean?!"

Dr. Pym was nearly driven to madness by Stark's constant mockery.

"I didn't expect that your talent in scientific research is slightly inferior to my father's, and even your IQ is so useless."

Stark looked at Pym with pity.

"Even a fool could figure that my father might have different ideas about how to use technology than you, but he definitely doesn't want your technology."

"You're talking nonsense. I already discovered back then that he had tried—"

Pym's face turned bright red, a condition commonly known as "red fever."

Lynn watched from the side, genuinely worried that Pym might accidentally make him faint from anger.

"Are you sure it was my father who did it back then, and not someone else?"

"Even if you've been living in seclusion all these years, you should still know that Hydra is still threatening the world's security."

Stark looked at Pym with an incredulous expression.

"I could understand back then; you two were both resentful about your differences and didn't want to sit down and have a proper talk."

"But even if you use your pitifully small brain capacity just a little, you should realize that since Hydra has been hiding in the shadows for so long—"

"Is there even a slight possibility that Hydra was behind everything that happened back then?"

"Um?""

"hiss..."

Pym's face turned pale instantly.

As a scientist, Dr. Pym was certainly not a fool. He immediately thought of this possibility after Lynn had only mentioned it briefly.

It is precisely because this possibility is extremely high, and it is even possible that it is almost certain that this is the truth of the matter,

That's why Doctor Pym looked so pale.

It turns out that all these years, he had misunderstood old Stark.

The conflicts between him and old Stark now seem so ridiculous!

From beginning to end, Stark never considered betraying him.

He's always been overthinking things.

"No matter what you want, and I don't care what your purpose is, in short, I've detained the person first, and the equipment is with me for now."

Stark glanced at Doctor Pym and then said calmly.

"If you want your people back, and your equipment back, come see me in person."

Stark's voice was cold and serious.

"I don't care what exactly happened back then, the point is, you sent people to invade my base, so you have to give me an explanation."

"As for your so-called technology of making things bigger and smaller, and those Pym particles—"

Stark gave a disdainful snort.

"Sorry, I don't consider it a priority yet."

"So you don't need to worry at all that I will steal your technology."

"We, the Stark family, have never been the kind of people who would do such a thing."

After saying that, Stark didn't care what Pym thought and hung up the phone immediately.

Stark has completely outmaneuvered Dr. Pym.

According to the information he found, Pym hasn't been doing so well in recent years.

His wife was involved in an accident years ago and her whereabouts remain unknown to this day.

Although the screen kept insisting that the wife was only missing, not dead.

But Stark thought that, given this situation, how could someone who had been missing for so many years possibly come back alive?

Old Pim was obsessed with research, which led to her not paying much attention to her daughter's growth.

That led to his later betrayal by his partner.

At the time he was betrayed by his partner, his daughter was still the company's executive chairman.

However, it seems that old Pym later discovered his partner's conspiracy and used it to persuade his daughter, so the two of them are now working together.

Anyway, Old Pym is now homeless and wandering around.

What's strange is that even Stark hasn't been able to pinpoint Old Pim's address yet.

Otherwise, Stark wouldn't have just asked the other party to come up and give him an explanation; he would have gone straight to their door and demanded an explanation.

"Well—I'm just a mercenary hired by someone else."

Seeing that the conversation between the two parties had ended, Scott cautiously spoke up.

"Now that you've reached an agreement, there shouldn't be anything more for me to do here, right?"

"Why don't you let me go back first? I have children waiting for me at home."

Stark glanced at Scott, then seemed to remember something, a slight smile curving his lips.

"Let me see, Scott—he's been imprisoned for theft and robbery."

"You have a child, but your child was awarded to your ex-wife during the divorce."

"So you were lying just now."

"Uh-huh?"

Scott's eyes widened.

He hadn't expected that his information would be obtained by the person in front of him so quickly.

Even if you go home now, you'll still be all alone.

Scott laughed awkwardly, seemingly feeling guilty because his lie had been exposed.

"Let me see what got you in jail? What did you steal? How could you—"

"Ah—I see!"

Starkla murmured as he looked at the online accounts of Scott's past experiences.

"I didn't expect you to have such a strong sense of justice?"

Scott felt a little embarrassed by the sudden praise.

"Um—if you want to talk to me for a bit, could you please put me down first?"

Scott smiled wryly.

"Don't worry, I definitely won't run away."

"After all, without the battle suit, I am nothing."

"With me tied up like this, it's really not convenient to talk, don't you think?"

Scott lay on the ground, straining to lift his head, looking at Stark with anticipation.

Scott was wrapped up from head to toe, looking like a caterpillar.

Seeing Scott's sincerity, Stark tapped the panel.