Become a Homelander and a Marvel superstar

Ah Zu embraced her tightly, feeling the passionate body in his arms.

Hope stood on tiptoe and kissed him without hesitation.

It was a passionate, lingering kiss, full of demands.

The salty sea breeze and the lingering aroma of red wine mingled on their lips.

Azu's hands roamed over Hope's back, and Hope's breathing became rapid, her body began to heat up, and she almost collapsed into his arms.

Just as the two were lost in their passionate kiss and Ah Zu was preparing for a deeper exchange,

"Buzz—Buzz—Buzz—"

Hope's phone vibrated at an inopportune moment.

The annoying buzzing sound was particularly jarring on the quiet beach.

Hope's body stiffened slightly, and her dazed eyes regained some clarity.

She ignored the vibration of her phone and stared intently at Ah Zu.

"Daniel... I don't want to play those boring games of adults testing each other."

"I like you. No, I love you." Hope's confession was direct and passionate, carrying the assertiveness characteristic of California girls. "From the first moment I saw you, I knew I wanted you by my side."

"I want to confirm our relationship. What about you? What's your answer?"

Hope looked at Azu nervously, not missing a single change in his expression.

This aligns perfectly with the independent spirit of Hope, who, once she understands her own heart, is unreserved.

"That's what I wanted to say too, Hope." Azu looked firmly into her eyes. "You are the most beautiful thing I, Daniel, have ever encountered in this world. From this moment on, I belong to you."

Upon hearing this affirmative answer, Hope's face lit up with a bright smile, as if a huge weight had been lifted off her shoulders.

"Buzz—Buzz—"

The phone in the bag was still vibrating incessantly.

Hope frowned slightly, annoyed, and checked her phone. The contact name flashing on the screen was "Father."

"I have to answer this call." She sighed helplessly and reluctantly stepped out of Ah Zu's arms.

"Hope," Hank Pym's slightly tired voice came through the receiver, "The work is done. Come to the lab immediately; we need to discuss the next steps."

"I'll be right there." Hope hung up the phone decisively.

She turned and casually took Azu's arm, leaning naturally against him. "Everything's finished. Let's go, Daniel. Let's go see my father's masterpiece."

Azu smiled and nodded, letting Hope take his arm as they walked side by side toward the Aston Martin parked by the roadside.

Inside the car, Hope, sitting in the passenger seat, made no attempt to hide his gaze on the silhouette of Azu holding the steering wheel.

After confirming their relationship, she no longer hid her feelings. She gently placed her fingers on Ah Zu's thigh, her fingertips idly drawing circles.

The sports car engine let out a deep roar, tearing through the San Francisco night as it sped away.

……

Warehouse No. 7, 1818 Black Tide Road, outside San Francisco.

This place was once a fish cannery and naval supply depot during the Cold War, but it is now abandoned.

Dark green ivy grew all over the red brick wall, and the rusty iron gate was tightly closed, exuding an air of desolation and ruin.

The Aston Martin's engine went out in front of the warehouse door.

Hope skillfully walked to an inconspicuous little door on the side of the warehouse and entered a password in the recess of the door frame.

The concealed metal door slid open silently inward.

The two entered the warehouse.

The interior of the warehouse is quite different from its dilapidated exterior; Hank Pym has transformed it into a high-tech secret laboratory.

The shadowless lamps illuminated the entire space as bright as day. Various sophisticated instruments were arranged in an orderly fashion, their indicator lights flashing with colorful lights.

To facilitate easy packing and evacuation, Old Pym extensively used enlarged LEGO bricks in the structural support of the laboratory, thus maximizing the stability of the building structure when shrinking or enlarging.

The giant red, yellow, and blue building blocks added a touch of absurdity to this otherwise serious laboratory.

Hank Pym is standing in front of the worktable, giving a final check on a brand new Ant-Man suit.

Hearing footsteps approaching, old Pym looked up.

When he saw Hope linking arms with Azu, the two of them sticking together without any hesitation.

As someone who's been through it all, he knows his daughter's current state all too well. That oblivious intimacy, and the way she looks at Daniel.

Hope is already deeply involved and there's no turning back.

Old Pym sighed inwardly; what's done is done.

"Never mind..." Old Pym silently comforted himself, "At least he's a brilliant scientist, not a rich kid full of lies."

He put down his work and forced himself to adjust his mindset.

When he looked at Azu again, there was less hostility in his eyes and more of the scrutiny of a father-in-law examining his future son-in-law.

"You've arrived." Old Pym cleared his throat, trying to keep his tone calm. "Please make yourselves at home. Time is short, so let's get straight to the point."

Azu pulled Hope to sit down on a sofa, their posture relaxed.

In fact, not long after he entered, a high-frequency, subtle vibration reached Azu's ears.

Along with the vibration, there were four faint heartbeats.

Azu's gaze seemed to casually sweep across the corner of the laboratory.

Under his super vision, nothing can hide.

Four tiny black dots, no bigger than ants, were clinging to the edge of the metal louvers in the laboratory's ventilation duct.

They wore yellow and black tactical armor, with four sharp mechanical tentacles protruding from their backs.

It was Darren Cross and his swarm of wasps.

At this moment, these four assassins, now in miniature, are silently infiltrating the area.

He didn't make a sound, and his expression didn't change at all.

He picked up the coffee Hope had poured for him, took a small sip, and continued to play the role of an ordinary person who knew nothing about the crisis.

At that moment, Darren made a hand gesture. One of the wasp soldiers broke away from the group, flapping its tiny wings, and flew towards the offline server in the center of the laboratory. They pulled out hacking devices from their waists, plugged them into the server interface, and began stealing data from inside.

He himself, along with two other Wasp warriors, began searching for something.

At his workbench, Old Pym spread out a 3D structural diagram of the Pym Technology Building.

"Now, let's talk about the infiltration plan."