Masked Rider from Marvel World

"Go to the office! Bill might not even attend class if he saw me in the classroom."

"It's a wise decision. Follow me!" Ling Ge snapped his fingers and then walked in front of the three people.

The four of them waited in Bill's office for nearly twenty minutes before Bill Foster walked in slowly.

When he saw Hank Pym, he rubbed his eyes, thinking he was seeing things.

"The famous Hank Pym actually condescended to come to the office of a small person like me. I wonder what he can do for you?" Foster asked coldly. He did not have a good impression of Hank Pym.

"Let me tell you! We come to you to borrow a quantum spectroscopy device." Hope said.

"What's it for?"

"My mother may still be alive, but she was lost in the quantum realm. We want to find her back."

"Jenny? That's impossible." Bill Foster said directly, but after seeing Hope's firm eyes, he realized that this was not a joke, "Are you serious? Jenny is still alive?"

“I was skeptical at first, but Scott had been to the quantum realm and returned to the normal world intact.

My mother left a little message in his mind, which makes us believe that she must still be alive.”

When Bill Foster heard this, he looked at Scott meaningfully and said, “It’s unbelievable that you connected with Jenny.

This is the quantum state between the Posner clusters in your brain..."

"Let's not talk about this for now." Ling Ge said, and then he looked at Bill Foster, "I'm sorry to interrupt you, but neither he nor I probably understand what you said about the quantum field.

We are in a hurry, why don't you just tell us if you have any equipment? This will be good for both you and us."

Scott nodded continuously. These people always added the word "quantum" before every word. They were simply bullying him because he was not well-educated.

"Um, who is this?" Bill asked.

"I'm a detective, hired by them to help."

"Okay! Detective, you've got the point. I don't have the equipment you mentioned."

"No equipment? Do you have any other way to find the laboratory?" Ling Ge asked seriously. After all, Hank Pym could not be relied on, but the person in front of him obviously also had in-depth research in the quantum field. Maybe he had a way!

"Actually, this..."

"Okay, let's go! Don't waste time on him." Hank Pym said impatiently, looking at Bill with deep disdain in his eyes.

Ling Ge: !!!

This old man is crazy! Now we need to save your wife, not mine. Can you be more polite?

Even if you want to turn against him, you have to do it first after you are sure that he has no way to do it!

You've offended him now, what if he really has a way to help you get help?

"Stop putting on airs in front of me, Hank.

You are now a wanted man by the FBI, all because you made yourself bigger to accommodate your inflated ego." Bill sneered.

Hank Pym was stunned for a moment, then said patiently: "I have never grown bigger. It's not me who is in Germany, it's this idiot."

"really?"

Scott nodded slightly in acknowledgment.

"It takes a lot of energy to grow that big, right?"

"I slept for three days and three nights. You can never imagine it." Scott said excitedly.

"I can relate to that. Hank and I worked on a project called 'Goliath'."

Hank interrupted him hastily, "Excuse me, have we ever worked together?"

Bill ignored him and continued, "There's only one thing more tiring than getting bigger, and that's putting up with Hank's bad temper."

"Yeah!" Scott couldn't help laughing. He felt more favorable towards the fat professor in front of him. He was truly a soulmate!

But suddenly he felt a chill on his back. He turned around and found Hank giving him a meaningful smile, which scared him so much that he took a deep breath.

"Um, how big can you get?" Scott asked curiously.

“The highest record is 6.4 meters, what about you?

Honestly, I’m curious about this.”

Scott waved his hand and said embarrassedly: "Less than 20 meters."

“Wow, that’s amazing.”

"That's enough of the comparison between the two of you! The most urgent thing is to find a way to get the laboratory back," Hope reminded.

“Oh, our great genius Hank Pym hasn’t figured out a solution yet?

That's strange, didn't you know everything before? "Bill joked, then looked at Scott, "That's why I quit the project later, he was too self-righteous."

"Quit, I fired you." Hank Pym emphasized.

"Now it seems that I was too wise. He is moody, stubborn, and impatient. It is only a matter of time before he gets angry and leaves me."

"Humph! Those who are driven away by anger are all incompetent people."

"Jenny was the only one who could stand him and persevered through it, but she paid a price for it, didn't she?"

"You bastard." Speaking of his wife, Hank couldn't help himself and walked quickly to Bill, as if he wanted to fight him one-on-one, but was stopped by Hope.

"Calm down, everyone. I'm not here to listen to your bickering."

Seeing this, Ling Ge shook his head helplessly, "We shouldn't have come, or we shouldn't have let Hank Pym come."

463. How can this be called stealing? It is clearly returning the property to its original owner.

When Bill Foster and Hank Pym were arguing, Scott suddenly heard a very familiar voice and turned his head to look out the window with some trepidation.

However, the result made Scott even more nervous. Agent Jimmy, who was responsible for monitoring him during the quarantine, was leading a team of agents to talk to several campus police officers.

You have to know that he will be released from prison in three days, but if he is caught leaving home at this time, he will be sentenced to twenty years in prison.

"Everyone, Jimmy is here, I must have been exposed." Scott said, and anxiously took out his mobile phone to call his good friend Louis to confirm the situation.

"Don't worry, they are not here to look for you, otherwise they would have called you when they found out you were missing. There is no need for them to come here to block you." Ling Ge said lightly.

"That's right!" Scott breathed a sigh of relief. "Wait, if they're not here to find me, then they're here to find..."

"Oh, no." Hope sighed, "Come on, we have to go."

Just as they were about to leave, Bill Foster stood up from his chair and said, "Maybe you can make a temporary tracker by modifying the diffraction element in the regulator."

"That could work," whispered Hank Pym.

When Hope heard this, a smile appeared on his face. He hurriedly thanked him and ran out.

"Mr. Detective, why don't you run?"

"I'm not wanted, why should I run?" Ling Ge asked with a smile, then calmly walked out of the room.

...

Hank Pym was driving on the highway with an unhappy look on his face. "What is he so proud of? He has never come up with a good idea. He is destined to achieve nothing in his life."

"But his method of modifying the diffractometer should still be feasible!" Hope said helplessly. It was because of her father's arrogant character that he didn't have a decent friend for most of his life.

"That was a decent idea, but I removed it when I improved the suit."

Hope rolled his eyes silently when he heard this. Now the only solution was useless.

Scott seemed to be thinking about it. After hesitating for a moment, he asked, "If we have the old suits, can we track them to the laboratory?"

"Yes, but we didn't."

"From what you said, do you still keep that old battle suit?" Ling Ge said with a meaningful smile.

"Ha, ha ha! How is that possible!

The FBI is keeping a close eye on me. If I don't destroy the suit, I'll be in big trouble if it's found," Scott said seriously.

But his words seemed unconvincing. Hank was the first to disbelieve him. "Scott, I'll give you one last chance. Tell me honestly whether you destroyed the suit or not."

"Uh, okay! No.

You also said that it was your life's work, how could I have the heart to destroy it."

Hank subconsciously covered his heart. He was so blind to train such a bastard to become the next generation of Ant-Man.

"So, where did you hide the battle suit?" Ling Ge asked.

"Before I turned myself in, I shrunk it and mailed it to Louis."

"How dare you mail such an important thing?" Hank shouted loudly, his face trembling.

"Hey! The postal service is still very trustworthy. Now the postal service also has tracking numbers, just like express delivery," Scott explained.

“This trust of the post office is for ordinary people, but you are different.

Honestly, you are really lucky that no relevant department checked your package. Of course, they may have checked your package but didn't find the suit. "Ling Ge said in a deep voice.

"Listen, this is a wise man." Hank said, "I won't pursue the past. Now tell me, where is the battle suit?"

"I put it under the trophy. It's very safe. The FBI searched my house several times but couldn't find it." Scott said proudly, and then took out his cell phone, "I'll notify Louis to send the thing over."

But after a while, his smugness disappeared completely, and his expression became a little depressed. "Well, I have good news. I know where the battle suit is."

"Oh my God! I guess the bad news must be that the battle suit is not in its original place." Ling Ge thought about it for a moment, but was very sure of this guess.

"How do you know?" Scott asked in surprise.

"What! You lost your suit?" Hank yelled, as if he wanted to pull out the steering wheel of the car and throw it at Scott's head.

"Wait, Hank, calm down and listen to my explanation first." Scott said hurriedly, calming the old man down.

Hank took a deep breath and glanced at him coldly, "You say, but it better not be bad news."

"First of all, the suit was safe and had not been discovered by anyone, including the FBI.

My daughter just took the trophy to present it in class, and if everything goes well, it will be returned to her by the weekend."

"That won't work. Jenny can't wait that long."

Scott naturally understood what Hank meant. Wasn't he asking him to steal the things as soon as possible?

"Ahem! Detective, it's time for you to take action.

We are all wanted criminals and it is not convenient for us to do this, so we can only rely on you."

"I knew it." Ling Ge said speechlessly, "I didn't expect that I, who is so wise in my life, would actually steal something from a little girl."

"How can this be called stealing? At most, it can be called returning the property to its original owner.

The suit originally belonged to me, er, Hank, but it is not convenient for us to take it back now."

"Tsk! That's just specious talk.

I can go, but I need your cooperation. After all, I don't know where your daughter put her things.

You can't ask me to go to school and search through the backpacks of elementary school students one by one! I really can't do such a perverted thing."

"Haha! I couldn't escape it in the end!" Scott said with a wry smile. He had only tried to steal things three times in total, but failed every time, and his ending was extremely miserable.

The first time I was caught by the police for money, I was sent to jail;

The second time was also for money, but he was caught by Hank and forced to become a tool;

The third time he stole Ant-Man's suit to fight the Avengers, which violated the Sokovia Accords and required him to be locked up at home for two years.

Theft was a curse to him, but he didn't expect the fourth time to come so soon.

...

Brookmont Elementary School, Hank parked his car in a wooded area not far from the school.

"Are you two ready?" Hank Pym looked at Scott, who was wearing a half-finished Ant-Man suit, and Ling Ge, who looked a little lazy, and couldn't help feeling that this combination was a little unreliable.

"By the way, do I have to go there myself?

Ling Ge only needs a guide, I can actually command him remotely from the car." Scott said hesitantly, it's just stealing something from a primary school student, is it necessary for two people to go out?

Hank Pym shook his head decisively, “No, remote command requires some equipment.

But you know our situation. We have nothing left except the communication equipment of the battle suit.

And Ling Ge is still short of a lookout. Among us, you are the most suitable one.