Masked Rider from Marvel World

As soon as he finished speaking, a display screen appeared in front of Ling Ge.

Stark took a glass of wine with no interest and sat on the sofa, "I knew you would come back, are you scared by Friday?

All of us are counting the days waiting for you and your announcement.

If you don't want to make a big fuss, you can report to the Avengers' base. I'll give you some buffer time."

The scene stopped abruptly. Ling Ge was stunned for a long time before he reacted. "It's as if I'm begging them to save the universe. This attitude is really unbelievable."

“Mr Stark went through dozens of versions before deciding to play this one.

And your reaction, detective, proves that he did not choose the wrong version."

"Tsk!" Ling Ge rolled his eyes in disdain. "You don't need to tell me. I will go find them myself. Can you tell me where they are?"

"Yes, but some of them are not on Earth."

"Just tell me what you can find." Ling Ge said impatiently.

"Natasha is at the Avengers' base, where she spends most of her time. Rhodes is currently on a mission out of town and cannot be contacted. Mr. Stark is having dinner with Potts and his three-year-old daughter..."

"Wait, what the hell? Stark has a baby?"

“Yes, Morgan Stark, a very sweet little girl.

Although he is only three years old, he has demonstrated an IQ far beyond that of an average person and is a child prodigy.”

"What about the others?"

“Barton is at home with his wife and children. Since Thanos wiped out half of the population, he cherishes his family around him even more.

Steve often hangs out with his friends, now at an abandoned football field.

After a few seconds, there was no more sound, so Ling Ge asked, "That's it?"

“Yes, no.

That's all I can contact. If you want to know where the others are, you can go to the Avengers' base. The communication equipment there can contact members outside the earth, and they will talk to each other every once in a while."

"Beautiful, one last thing."

"Please say."

"Could you please leave my house first?

Now that I'm back, it means that I don't need your surveillance here anymore." Ling Ge said in a deep voice, pronouncing the word "surveillance" very clearly.

"Of course." Friday said happily, "They also considered this when they placed me here. You just need to turn off the switch on the table."

"They?" Ling Ge was a little confused. Isn't it just Stark?

“Yes, that’s what Natasha Romanoff meant.

She said you would never allow surveillance in your home."

"She does understand me." Ling Ge sneered, picked up an LCD remote control on the table, crushed it, then summoned a small black hole and threw it in.

The feeling of being watched disappeared instantly, and I felt a lot more relaxed.

"So which one should I look for first?" Ling Ge thought to himself, "System, I'll give you a chance. Help me find all the Avengers on Earth.

I will go to the one that requires the lowest points first."

system:...

"Host, you are really amazing. You want this system to help you sort without spending any points!"

"What? I have OCD, right?"

"Okay." The system said aggrievedly. It was unlucky to have such a host.

The next moment, the system listed a price list for finding someone:

500 points: Natasha, Stark, Steve, Barton;

One thousand points: Rhodes, Banner;

10,000 points: Scott Lang.

"Fuck you, you crappy system, you're even more mean than me!" Ling Ge said angrily. He just wanted the one with the lowest price, but four options came out. Was he sure this wasn't just a joke?

"Huh? You can't say that. This system has always been fair and just.

Please make your choice! This system guarantees to point out the absolutely correct direction. "

Ling Ge's eyes twitched slightly. He knew where the first four were. Let alone 500 points, he didn't want to give the system even one point for nothing.

There are two options with 1,000 points at the end, and you have to choose one of them. This is to bully him because he has OCD.

That left the last one, 10,000 points! If you say it wasn't arranged by the system, Scott wouldn't believe it even if you beat him to death!

"Wait, this guy Scott is still alive?"

"Of course, as I said before, this system is absolutely fair and just. The people on the list are definitely still alive."

"I didn't expect it. I really didn't expect it. I never expected it." Ling Ge murmured and shook his head, with infinite curiosity in his heart.

In order to avoid the finger snap, the entire family moved to another universe.

But Scott also had a shelter, and was even more patient than him, not coming out for three years. It was a miracle that he could endure it.

"That's him. Ten thousand points lock in Scott Lang's location. I want to see where he has been hiding for three years."

"Arrange." The system said happily. It was not an easy task to take advantage of Ling Ge as the host, but it was still gratifying for the system to be able to do so.

Soon a coordinate appeared in Ling Ge's mind. He did not hesitate at all. He walked out of the room and summoned the Mechanical Creator directly, and flew towards the direction of the coordinate.

673. The dilapidated van, Scott in the quantum realm

Scott's coordinates were quite far away, and even though he drove the Mechanical Creator at top speed, it took him more than seven hours to reach his destination, an abandoned personal warehouse.

"Good guy, you hid far enough." Ling Ge looked at the half moon hanging in the sky, shook his head speechlessly, and walked towards the warehouse.

At this time, the security guard in charge of the warehouse came out and looked at Ling Ge warily, "Who are you? What are you doing here?"

"Find someone, please ask Scott to come out." Ling Ge said politely.

"I'm afraid you've come to the wrong place. There has never been any Scott here."

Ling Ge could tell that the security guard was not lying, and he couldn't help but feel a little suspicious, but the bright arrow coordinates pointed to this place, and he didn't think that the system was standing him up.

"Scott, Scott Lang, are you sure this person doesn't exist here."

"I'm very sure. I've been a security guard in this warehouse for several years, and I've been living here alone all this time." The security guard said confidently. At this moment, he seemed to remember something. "However, it seems that there is something here that is related to the Mr. Lang you mentioned."

"What is it?" Ling Ge was a little anxious.

"Come with me!" said the security guard, and then took Ling Ge into the warehouse.

This warehouse was extremely shabby. In addition to some sundries, it was filled with large and small black garbage bags. The thick dust showed that it had not been cleaned for a long time.

"Are you sure this is a private warehouse and not a scrap recycling station?" Ling Ge's eyes twitched slightly. This place was full of hostility towards someone like him who had a slight obsession with mysophobia.

"Of course." The security guard said, somewhat disingenuously, "It's just that the original owner and the cleaning staff disappeared inexplicably three years ago, and no one is in charge of this place anymore.

The government is also falling apart and is unable to take care of itself, so naturally it has no time to care about the ownership of this warehouse.

As a security guard, I can only take over this warehouse and make do with my life."

"Haha!" Ling Ge smiled and felt deeply doubtful about the professional ethics of the security guard. He was simply stealing from the employer and yet he spoke so confidently.

The two men walked one after the other to the depths of the warehouse, where a barbed wire fence surrounded the interior tightly.

"Where is the thing you were talking about?" Ling Ge asked.

"Young man, you need to be patient." The security guard smiled and opened the lock on the guardrail.

He walked straight in and threw out a dozen full black garbage bags in a row, "That's it."

The flashlight shone on a van, and the security guard was very considerate and pointed to a label with the word "Lang" on it.

"It's amazing that you still remember there is such a car here." Ling Ge said speechlessly.

“No way, this may be the most valuable thing in the entire warehouse.

Want to take it? Sure." The security guard said, making a gesture of counting money.

Ling Ge naturally understood what he meant, and asked, "You just sold something that doesn't belong to you?"

“There’s nothing to worry about. The government said I can handle the debris myself.

Anyway, they are ownerless and they are not worth much money. "

"I see. How about this! I'll give you one thousand dollars, and no more."

"Deal." The security guard said immediately, and his speed was so fast that Ling Ge couldn't react for a while. He could only sigh that the security guard was a master!

The two men laboriously moved the van, which had not been moved for three years, along with the instruments in it.

"Welcome to come again next time." The security guard seemed very happy, because even if he sold this van as scrap, there might not be anyone willing to buy it. But today he actually found a sucker and sold it for a high price of one thousand dollars.

But he didn't know that Ling Ge was even happier than him. As one of the few humans who had been to the quantum realm, Ling Ge knew very well what the instruments in this van were.

A small quantum tunnel! It was a priceless treasure, but he actually bought it for only one thousand dollars. The security guard foolishly thought he had gotten a great bargain.

And the arrow has been pointing to the quantum tunnel, which undoubtedly indicates that Scott Lang is now in the quantum field.

As for why he hasn't shown up for three years, it could be that the speed of time in the quantum field is different from that outside, or it could be that he has no way to get out.

However, he doesn't know how to debug this instrument, so he still needs to find a more professional person.

Thinking of this, Ling Ge directly opened a dimensional wall and took the two vans back to his home.

Then, he called a person. Although he hadn't been in touch with him for a long time, he believed that this person would definitely do him a small favor, of course, provided that he was still alive.

"Hello, who is this?" Bill Foster's casual voice came from the phone.

“Thank God you’re alive, Bill.

I'm Ling Ge, a detective, and I helped you a few years ago."

Click!

It sounded like the sound of someone falling off a chair.

A few seconds later, a slightly excited breathing sound came from the phone, "You are still alive? This shouldn't be possible!

Haven't you been dead for three years? I used to burn paper in front of your tombstone every New Year and other festivals."

Ling Ge was stunned for a moment, then shouted angrily, "Which bastard said I was dead? I'm alive and well, in good health, and I enjoy everything I eat."

"But your name is indeed on the death list!"

"That's fine! If you can't find someone, it doesn't necessarily mean they're dead. With my abilities, I won't die even if the universe is destroyed." Ling Ge calmed his breathing a little, "I came to you because I need your help with something."

"You tell me, as long as I can help."

"I have a small quantum tunnel here, and I suspect Scott Lang is still alive and in it."

"Are you sure this is not a joke?" Bill widened his eyes. This news was a little unbelievable to him.

“Sure, but I don’t know how to debug this instrument. It would be bad if it breaks and locks him in forever.

That’s why I wanted to find someone who is proficient in quantum physics to help me. You probably won’t refuse me, right? "

"Of course not. Where are you now? I'll be there right away." Bill said excitedly, a little impatient.

Ling Ge looked up at the moon in the sky and said, "Tomorrow! It's too late today."

Since he has been living in the quantum realm for three years, one more day shouldn't be a big deal.

After all, Jenny has lived in the quantum realm for decades. He is a capable young man and he can't be outdone by a woman!"

"No, in fact, he may not be better than Jenny. Let me tell you..." Bill had just said this when a beeping sound came from the phone. He was so annoyed that he almost smashed the phone.

...

The next day, a car stopped in front of Lingge's house, and Bill Foster pushed the door open and walked in without any courtesy.

When he saw the familiar van, he was also filled with emotion.

"Here you are. You came earlier than I thought." Ling Ge said with a smile.

"I will definitely come if you call me. Where is the quantum tunnel?"

"There." Ling Ge pointed to the trunk of the van.