Scott, who was used to watching others apply medicine, was quite talented in combat.
His mind worked quickly, and he was very firm in his decisions.
With a slide, Scott arrived in front of the sign on the hood of the car. He reached down, and an alloy steel cable flew to the ground in front of him.
At the same time, his body returned to its original size, and he did a somersault.
The steel cable that shot into the ground became thicker and larger, and Scott, who was somersaulting, shot the other end of the cable into the roof of the Mercedes-Benz.
Duang！
Darren, who was in the back, was startled when he saw the sharp end of the cable with a barb.
If this thing had been a little further behind, wouldn't it have pierced into his head?
Immediately after, the steel cable tightened, and the car was firmly connected to the ground. The Mercedes-Benz had no choice but to stop.
Darren's face was full of ferocity. He pressed down on the window a little, and his body, which was wrapped in a yellow-and-black uniform, suddenly shrank and flew out of the window.
Scott had just landed on the ground when he saw a small yellow-and-black dot flash towards him.
He subconsciously shrank his body to avoid the attack.
…
Inside 480 Winter Street, it was still a scene of happy and warm family gatherings.
In the backyard, the men were drinking beer and eating barbecued meat, bragging, and the women were gossiping. The children had set up a small ping-pong table to practice on the other side of the house without an oven.
Everything was so beautiful and harmonious.
Suddenly, two mosquito-like black dots entered the garden next door. Then, one of them was kicked, and his body flew over the flowers into the backyard of Unit 840.
Scott, who was kicked away, looked at the rapidly approaching barbecue pot and the faint red charcoal fire under the "huge" grid. He cursed in his heart and decisively enlarged his body.
Clang!
With a loud sound, the entire barbecue pot, along with the remaining barbecue meat, was knocked away and scattered everywhere.
All the adults and children turned their heads subconsciously, and saw a guy wearing a helmet and strange clothes lying on the ground, holding his old waist and screaming in pain.
The barbecue pot, which was dozens of kilograms, was knocked away, and Scott's waist was also hurt badly.
Another small dot instantly enlarged, and Darren, who was wearing a yellow-and-black uniform, appeared on the scene.
Compared to the gray ant-man uniform, his yellow-and-black uniform was much more eye-catching.
Behind the yellow lenses on the mask, there were two sharp spikes that looked like appendages, making it look very ferocious.
Darren turned his head to look at Maji, who was quietly retreating with her daughter Cathy in her arms. Darren then turned back and sneered, "Today, I'll let you have a taste of losing everything."
Scott, who was lying on the ground rubbing his old waist, also noticed Darren's actions. His expression was extremely ugly. "Chairman Zha, come at me if you dare."
Darren grinned, the spikes on his back shaking slightly. "As you wish."
Before he finished his sentence, his body suddenly shrunk and flew towards Scott. The two spikes on his back shot out two tiny blue laser beams.
Scott moved almost at the same time, rolling to avoid the blue laser.
The blue laser shot a small hole in the grass where he was lying, and white smoke came out.
Daron smiled proudly. What kind of bullsh * t ant-man is this? It can't even compare to my Yellow Jacket! I'll let your family reunite later!
With that in mind, he sped up and pounced on Scott.
After rolling to avoid the blue laser, Scott was about to get up, when he saw that his hand was pressing on an item on the ground.
With a flash of inspiration, he smoothly grabbed the item in his hand, turned around, and swung it at Darren, who had shrunk and was pouncing at him, with a "Spinning Whip".
Duang！
The extremely elastic blue rubber hit Darren, who was flying at him, and sent him spinning away.
Darren, who was only the size of a bean, flew in an arc like a fly and landed in a blue mosquito killer lamp in the hallway.
Crack!
A tiny electric arc flashed on the mosquito killer lamp, and there was no more movement after a puff of smoke.
Stunned, Scott looked down at the ping pong racket in his hand. Is it really that useful? It seems that I have a talent for ping pong.
With that in mind, he stood up with some difficulty, walked out, and handed the ping pong racket to a frightened little girl.
The racket used to be hers, but she was so frightened when he knocked over the barbecue pot that she dropped the racket.
The little girl looked at the racket in a daze, and then at Scott's weird mask. "Whoa, mom, save me! There's a weirdo! "
The little girl who let out a terrifying scream and wail disappeared with a whoosh.
Scott looked at the others awkwardly. "Well, I'm just …"
Boom!
All of them grabbed their children and ran away. Nobody would believe you! With one look, one could tell that it wasn't a good thing!
Scott shook his head with a bitter smile and put the racket on the table next to him.
Just as he was about to check on Darren under the mosquito killer lamp, two people jumped out of the back door.
They raised their guns and shouted, "SFPD! Don't move! Raise your hands! Raise your hands, you son of a b * tch! "
Scott slowly turned around and raised his hands helplessly. "Do you want me to not move or raise my hands? Paxton. "
As he spoke, he pressed on his mask and revealed his face.
Paxton, who was Scott's ex-wife's current husband and his daughter's stepfather, was in disbelief. "Scott? Why are you here? "As he spoke, he put his gun back into the holster on his waist.
Scott heaved a sigh of relief and put down his hands. "Paxton, I'll slowly …"
After putting his gun back into the holster, Paxton took out a "gun" from his other waist and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
The electric dart of the Taser instantly stabbed into Scott's chest.
Sizzle!
Scott's body stiffened and he fell to the ground, twitching. There was only one thought in his mind: Paxton, f * ck you! How dare you sneak attack me!
But no matter what he wanted to say, he couldn't because his body was twitching. He could only be captured by Paxton and his colleague.
While the three of them were struggling, Darren, who was buzzing under the mosquito killer lamp, was in an even worse state than Scott.
But the yellow magnolia gave him a certain degree of protection, so he did not lose consciousness. He could only look at Scott with hatred in his eyes. Bastard! Just you wait, I'm going to kill you and your whole family!
Suddenly, the mosquito killer lamp lit up.
Darren's vision went black and he passed out.
Before he passed out, a thought flashed through his mind: What's going on?
Pa!
Paxton's electric switch tripped too, and there was a lot of exclamations.
In the darkened mosquito killer lamp, Darren, who had lost consciousness, suddenly disappeared.
A transparent shadow quietly left in the darkness. Nobody knew that he had been there.
Half an hour later, Scott returned to his three-story house in the woods on the outskirts of the city.
When he entered the living room, he saw Dr. Pim and Hope looking at him.
Scott coughed uncomfortably. "What's wrong?"
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