I Am In Marvel

Three days later, at noon.

A fashionable white classic car drove into New York City from the suburbs, facing the warm sun and breeze, entered one of the main roads, and went directly to the bustling city with business buildings.

Pass through the security booth.

The classic car brakes slowly to a stop, and as the window rolls down, sitting in the driver's seat is an old gentleman with a stern face.

Wearing a gentleman's suit and a pair of sunglasses, he methodically handed several documents to the examiners.

The security looked down at the ID and immediately handed it over, "Hank Pym...Welcome back to New York, Mr. Pym."

"I'm not dead yet."

Hank Pym joked to himself, retrieved the documents, and continued to drive towards a certain address.

Just yesterday morning.

Hank Pym, the chairman of Pym Technology, suddenly called and contacted him, saying that the company had something important to announce, and even his daughter, who was the manager, asked him to come back to the company.

Hank Pym, who has been retired for many years, didn't think too much about it, so he canceled his original vacation plan and went to the Pym technology company he founded and built.

Pym Technology's main business is technology engineering, which is relatively high-end and single, and its reputation is naturally not as famous as Stark Industries, but it is also one of the rare technology companies in New York.

When Hank Pym came to the main building of Pym Technologies, there were already many business people who had invited to come.

When Hank Pym was about to enter the hall, the security guard at the door quickly reached out to stop him, "Sir, please show your ID card, or an invitation letter from our company."

"You look at that first."

Hank Pym pointed to the photo of the founder hanging in a prominent place on the first floor, and took off his glasses, revealing a face that was almost identical to the photo.

"Sorry sir, please come in, please come in!"

Seeing the real founder of the company for the first time, the security guard was also shocked, and quickly stepped aside, bowing his body and making a welcome gesture.

Hank Pym didn't care either, stepped into the lobby on the first floor, and soon saw his daughter, Hope Van Dyne.

Hope is also thirty years old, unmarried, and an absolute strong woman. Since Hank retired, she has remained in Pym Technologies as the heir and served as the general manager.

Seeing Hope now wearing a mature suit and skirt, shoulder-length short hair and light makeup, Hank Pym couldn't help thinking of his dead wife.

Thirty years have passed since the disappearance of a generation of Ant-Man.

Darren Cross, the current chairman and Ph.D. of Pym Technologies, filed out from the reception hall on the second floor with a group of business people.

When Cross saw Hank Pym in the lobby on the first floor below, he immediately applauded and loudly said: "Everyone please see, that one is the founder of Pym Technology Company and my life mentor, Hank Pym. Mum. Please give him a round of applause."

Hank Pym has seen countless big scenes, standing in the middle of the hall, happily accepting the attention and applause of people from all walks of life.

Cross went downstairs to shake hands with Hank Pym, and after a few warm greetings, he couldn't wait to say: "Since Mr. Pym has come, let's go to the demo hall on the third floor together to unveil the opening ceremony of the call for everyone today. The purpose and meaning of coming here.”

Cross brought a group of people to the third floor of the Pym Technology headquarters as a demonstration hall for the release of technology products.

The demonstration hall is very spacious, enough to accommodate 30 people without feeling crowded. The large screen is used as the built-in wall, and the building structure of glass and metal is added.

Cross is a professional in his early 40s. Under the attention of many celebrities, he has no stage fright and came to the center of the demonstration stage with his shiny bald head.

"Since I took over Pym Technologies, I've been working on developing a particle that changes the spacing between atoms by increasing density and strength."

As soon as Cross's opening remarks came out, it immediately attracted a lot of people, but it also made Hank Pym frown, and there was an extremely ominous premonition in his heart.

"This revolutionary cross-century idea actually appeared in the hands of my mentor as early as 30 years ago. But why it has been buried in Hank's pile of manuscripts full of spider webs, I have no way of knowing this. ."

Cross said eloquently: "But you can think about it, what if a soldier could shrink to the size of an insect?"

Speaking of which, Cross ignored Hank Pym's pale face and activated the controller in his hand in front of a group of business people.

The large screen in the room suddenly lit up, playing an ancient historical record.

In the black and white picture, the Hydra soldiers were attacked by unknown creatures and fell to the ground inexplicably. As the picture continued to enlarge, a humanoid figure the size of an insect appeared from it.

"An ant-sized person?"

Many people who saw the video exclaimed.

Cross's face was even more enthusiastic, and said: "Yes, an Ant-Man, he will become the ultimate combat agent, with a size that is imperceptible to the naked eye, easily complete the infiltration mission that others can't do."

"I'm right, my mentor, Hank." Cross smiled and looked at Hank Pym, a generation of Ant-Man in the crowd.

"That's just a legend." Hank Pym's face remained calm.

"Really? Let's take it as a legend. But it was Ant-Man that gave me inspiration. I was thinking why not use that kind of particles, and stretchable steel, to create a special item."

Cross stepped away from his body, and as he spoke, the demonstration platform had pillars rising up. Inside the glass slot carried by the column is a thumb-sized, figure-like wasp-style combat uniform.

"That's..." Hank Pym's eyes widened, unable to keep his composure.

"This is the Wasp suit. It can be stretched and stretched to the size of a wasp, making it the most deadly ultimate combat weapon. It will be the ultimate weapon to end the war of this era!"

Cross laughed, and played the video of the concept demonstration of the Hornet suit, that is, countless Hornets unstoppable, and played the content of the march to the world in detail.

"Whoever wants to invest can come to me to place an order first."

Cross ended the product launch with the last words full of ambition, which also made many business people heatedly discuss, and some people even called for the price on the spot, making Cross smile like a profiteer.

After coming out of the demo hall.

Hank Pym looked a little ugly, called Cross aside, and said solemnly: "Darren, I hide the Pym particle for a reason, that thing is not perfect and should not appear in the world!"

"Hank, you could have worked with me, but it's too late. You destroyed the Pym particle yourself, and now I'm going to make it happen."

Cross obviously couldn't listen to the persuasion, and after a few words, he went to talk to the business people about the order business.

Hank Pym was silent, and at this moment, Hope approached this side and whispered close to him: "Father. Darren still trusts me now, you give me the Ant-Man suit and I will solve it. this matter."

"No, you are not suitable."

Hank Pym didn't hesitate, shook his head and refused, pondering: "I have a candidate, maybe I can try."

Wait for Hank Pym, and a group of business people to leave Pym Technology headquarters.

Cross alone, returned to the demonstration hall, moved towards an unoccupied corner, and said respectfully: "Mr. Kyle, everything you ordered has been completed."

The sound reverberated slightly in the space of the demonstration hall. As the scene in the room rippled, the wasp suits and the major screens on the demonstration stage disappeared. The room was empty, with only a few hovering drones operating in mid-air, and the camera turned off the surreal scene just put on it. Simulate a holographic screen.

No one knew that it was all a large-scale illusion caused by technology.

Cross, who originally looked like a bald man, returned to a young man wearing a glass round helmet and holding a drone remote control.

In the originally empty corner of the room, Kyle was sitting on a chair with Erlang's legs crossed, looking up at the young man with cheeks, "Good job, Quentin Baker. Although you were introduced by Howard, but in a fake way It really worked.”

Quentin said excitedly: "Thank you, Mr. Kyle, for giving me a stage to show my talents. I hope to continue to play for you."

Kyle nodded, "It depends on your next performance. You have to give Hank Pym enough pressure, otherwise Ant-Man will not come out easily."

"Yes."

Quentin readily accepted the order.

At the beginning, I said that I wrote a thousand chapters. Now I have achieved half of my achievements. I don’t know how long I will write. I can only thank all book friends for accompanying QAQ all the way.