Chapter 545

Scott Lang gestured, trying to explain his current situation, showing that he was not a sausage mouth or mute, but it was strange that he could explain it according to his current state.

On the contrary, because of his exaggerated body movements, hope wondered whether his father had found such a funny man from some circus.

Looking at Scott Lang's crazy expression, Hank Pimm sighed, waved his hand, and took the initiative to explain the current situation.

Scott Lang nodded madly.

Hope's expression remained unchanged.

It doesn't matter to her whether Scott Lang is mute or sausage mouth.

At the moment, in her eyes, Scott Lang has only one identity

That is the competitor.

"Hank, I can do your job. Leave it to me, I can..."

"No!" Hank Pimm said firmly, "I have talked about this many times. If you still insist, I can only remove you from my plan."

Hope snorted and sat down at the table with his arms folded.

Anyway, she will participate in this plan, because she is not at ease, and she is also worried about hank Pimm.

Seeing hope's compromise, Hank Pimm was a little surprised. He looked at Clark and found that Clark had been staring at Scott Lang.

"What's the matter? What's wrong?"

Hank Pimm couldn't help asking.

Why is he wearing my pajamas?

Clark murmured in his heart, shook his head at hank Pimm, but still looked at Scott Lang and sat at the table.

Scott Lang was seen with bristles.

Is there something wrong with this person?

He muttered in his heart and sat aside with a cool breath.

"Wait a minute, I'll get you the medicine."

Hank Pimm looked at the sausage on Scott Lang's face and walked upstairs with a smile.

In an instant, the atmosphere in the restaurant became embarrassing, except that Scott Lang took a breath from time to time and wiped his saliva on his lips because he was no longer under his control.

"What's the matter?"

Hope couldn't help asking when he saw Clark staring at Scott Lang.

Clark shook his head. "Nothing."

blamed! Hope bought those pants for him!

Clark roared loudly in his heart.

Scott Lang's curious eyes turned back and forth on Clark and hope, guessing the relationship between them and Hank Pimm.

Just then, Hank Pimm came down with some special drugs, threw them to Scott Lang, and introduced him, "my daughter hope, and her boyfriend Clark."

"No, I want to add."

Hope said faintly, hugged Clark's arm, gently pulled Clark, gently clicked on his mouth, and said to Hank Pimm, "it's my fiance."

As she spoke, she raised her hand, and a conspicuous ring flickered on her finger.

Hank Pimm's breath stagnated and he felt his heartache.

His daughter is getting farther and farther away from him

blamed!

It's Mike's fault! Blame him!

He cursed in his heart and said coldly to Clark, "let bastard Mike come here quickly!"

Clark smiled. "I told him I'd come over recently."

Hank Pimm sat down angrily and said, "have breakfast first and talk about the task later."

Hope and Clark nodded.

Looking at the three people eating breakfast, Scott Lang silently drank medicine and applied ointment.

Who can be worse than him?

After breakfast, Hank Pimm took the three people to his study and began to explain the task and the training Scott Lang would receive next.

Learn to control ants, be familiar with the use of battle clothes, combat training, and write down topographic maps.

Everything needs to be completed in just ten days, because ten days later, Darren Klaus will publish his research and sell his copied hornet suit.

In fact, this matter can be solved more easily

Clark murmured in his heart.

Except Gwen and little lamb, everyone in their family has solved it easily.

After thinking for a while, he couldn't help but say, "well, uncle hank, let us solve this matter, I..."

"To you?"

Hank Pimm raised his eyebrows and sneered.

"Hum, I can guess your father's expression without thinking."

With that, he learned the action of Mike pinching his chin, looked at Clark and said with a strange smile, "ho ho ho, Hank, when you also need help, as long as you promise to finish the dish I made specially for you, I'll help you!"

Looking at hank Pimm's expression, hope couldn't help laughing. Clark was a little embarrassed.

Between these two old men, it is indeed possible to do so.

Hank Pimm hummed, "please help, don't even think about it! I can solve it myself!"

With that, he looked at Scott Lang fiercely and said, "practice hard, or I'll send you back to prison!"

Scott Lang: "

Did I say anything?

……

At night, PIM technology company.

Darren Klaus' office.

A man whose head is brighter than a light bulb is shaking gently with a glass of wine, with a satisfied smile on his face. Looking at the street outside, he has the illusion that he is about to master the world.

No, it's not an illusion.

Darren Klaus murmured.

His experiment has been successful. He has successfully reduced a creature. As long as the developed particles are used on his wasp suit, the wasp suit will be completed after the final experimental adjustment.

At that time, Darren Klass will become the hottest person in the world.

Pimm particles

Oh!

The old man clearly had mastered the things that could change the world, but he sealed it up like a fool and refused to use it. What an idiot.

When he wanted to persuade the other party to give him the extraction formula of PIM particles, the other party unexpectedly refused.

Fortunately, when he was the other party's student, he secretly wrote down a lot of things, otherwise he would not copy the Pimm particles.

Oh, by the way, from today on, this thing is no longer called PIM particle, but Klaas particle.

As long as he thought of this, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.

Suddenly, his cell phone rang.

Looking at the number, Darren Klaus's shaking glass stopped, and his eyebrows gently screwed together.

After hesitating, he answered the phone.

"Hello."

"I know your experiment succeeded." The person on the other side of the phone said in a positive tone, and then sneered, "how's it going? Have you considered it?"

Darren Klaus pondered and said, "it's impossible. I can't give you this technology."

"Damn donkey, don't forget who helped you improve the Pimm particle! Without me, you are still dealing with that pile of broken meat!"

"Ah! But without my previous research and the basic formula I provided, this experiment is more unlikely to succeed."

"Impossible? Hahaha! With my intelligence, you think I really can't do it?"

"Of course!" Darren Klaus smiled faintly, "with your big head, you really can't do it!"

"What did you say? Say it again!"

The man over there gave up his voice angrily, as if to tear Darren Klaus to pieces. Obviously, what he just said hit the other side's pain.

Darren Klaus smiled and listened to the angry scolding of the other party.

And after stopping for five minutes, seeing that the other party had not stopped, the corner of his mouth twitched, pressed his aching head, and shouted angrily, "mordok! If you talk nonsense again, our cooperation will be completely over! You know what you just said, I can't promise!"

As soon as the voice fell, the incessant shouting and scolding stopped, and then the voice of mordok rang again.

"Then cooperate according to the previous agreement." Murdoch said faintly, "I provide you with nano enhanced equipment, and you provide me with PIM particles."

"Good!"

Darren Klaus answered with a smile.

……

"Hoo, Hoo!"

Scott Lang was snoring on the bed, sleeping very heavily.

However, this is certainly the case.

He is now throwing away a few hours of eating and sleeping every day. He is studying hard at other times.

Control ants, ride ants, throw darts, get familiar with battle clothes, and combat training

Ding Ding!

When the alarm bell rang, Scott didn't hear it at all and was still asleep.

Just then, the door was pushed open, and Clark came in with a basin of water in his hand.

Um

There are also some ice cubes floating inside.

This is the best way to wake up a person who sleeps in.

As a child, he tried it on Charles and Eric with excellent results.

With a sunny smile on his face, Clark poured a basin of water soaked in ice on Scott Lang's head.

A person who was sleeping and even dreaming was suddenly poured with a basin of ice water on his face. The sudden coldness made Scott Lang scream and jump up.

He looked at Clark angrily, remembering what happened these days, but he swallowed the dirty words at the edge of his mouth.

These days, Clark is in charge of his fighting training. In other words, he is being beaten by Clark.

Although his fighting level increased at a speed visible to the naked eye, the pain was also real.

He doubted whether he had a grudge against each other.

"Start training in ten minutes."

Clark said faintly, turned and walked downstairs.

ten minutes!

Scott Lang was shocked.

These ten minutes include washing, changing clothes, and eating breakfast.

Hurry up! Or the training intensity of this fight will be doubled!

"I don't want to be beaten twice."

With a murmur, Scott shivered and moved quickly.

He came downstairs, rushed to the table and stuffed a breakfast into his mouth. After he finished eating, he noticed hank Pimm's face.

Cold and serious, like a great enemy.

Suddenly in his heart, he swallowed his saliva and asked carefully, "what happened? Did the plan change?"

"Yes! Now there is a more serious problem!"

Hank Pimm's expression was very serious.

Scott Lang unconsciously sat up straight.

"My old friend, Mike Kent is coming!"

old buck?

Isn't it a good thing for old friends to come?

Scott Lang looked at hank Pimm suspiciously, then seemed to realize something, and hurried, "wait, you say Mike Kent? Is that Mike Kent?"

Hank Pimm, as a former superhero of hank Pimm, may really know that Mike Kent.

Hank Pimm winked and said, "didn't I tell you?"

"Damn it! You never told me!"

Scott Lang became excited.

That's Mike Kent, who is called the first strong man, the man on the throne, and the uncrowned king who controls the planet!

"Oh, that's it!"

Hank Pimm nodded faintly.

Are you so excited?

Is not a bastard who likes to entrap people with vegetables!

"Wait!"

Scott Lang turned his head stiffly and pointed at Clark with his trembling fingers: "he, he is Mike Kent's son. Who is he? Look at his size and hair volume... It can't be Superman!"

"Your reaction is too slow." Hope couldn't help but roast, "hank, let me go. I doubt whether he can finish the task."

"Don't be ridiculous. It's going to start tonight."

Hank Pimm was helpless.

Tomorrow is Monday, and Darren Klaus will hold a press conference tomorrow.

"Tonight, am I still training today?"

Scott Lang asked suspiciously.

"Of course... No, you need to take a day off today. Although you are not perfect, you can barely use it."

Hank Pimm commented.

In fact, he is very satisfied with Scott Lang's training progress.

"No training, then..." he looked at Clark suspiciously, "why did you wake me up?"

"Used to it."

Clark said sorry.

"Nothing, nothing!"

Scott Lang waved his hand and didn't even think about Clark's intentional manipulation of him. After all, it was Superman.

He stood up from his chair excitedly, rushed upstairs, turned over his luggage, looking for clothes with Superman logo, and then rushed downstairs with excitement after turning out a pair of underwear marked with s logo.

"Superman, sign my name!"

"Just call me Clark."

Clark looked at each other's underwear and twitched at the corners of his mouth.

Is this product serious?

"Poof!"

Hope couldn't help laughing.

Clark sighed. After Scott Lang took a step closer to him with his underwear, he unconsciously stepped back and said helplessly, "when your task is completed, we'll take a group photo and I'll sign for you."

group photo?

Scott Lang nodded happily, rolled his underwear into a ball and stuffed it into his pocket.

Clark breathed a sigh of relief.

If he wants to write his name on it, hope will laugh all his life.

"Come on, Scott."

Hank Pimm stood up with a bunch of keys in his hand and said, "go and make some preparations with me."

"Ready? For tonight's action?"

"No! For Mike Kent!"