Chapter 504： Ants into the set

Chapter 504 Ants

Midtown High School, TV, radio, and folding blackboards are all available in the high school classroom.

Regardless of how reluctant Peter is in his heart, Ned, who thought he had reached a consensus, became his friend at the same table as a friend.

Other students are still reporting in succession and picking up seats.

Taking advantage of this time, Ned opened the topic to Peter. "Peter, the hero of the Avengers, which hero do you like the most?"

"Hero?" Peter replied without hesitation: "Iron Man."

"Oh!"

Ned is more excited and squirming. "I also like Iron Man! His steel shirt is too handsome. Of course, he is also very rich. But he is only the second in my mind, the most favorite." Still a symbol of peace, he is the veritable first hero!"

This Peter did not refute.

Indeed, regardless of whether men, women and children in New York City are talking about this topic, they will leave the first to the symbol of peace by default. This is the consensus of all.

When you mention the symbol of peace, no one will compare him to other heroes. After all, the symbol of peace is the first superhero. He ended the long-running World War II war, founded the Avengers Alliance, and saved the world several times. No matter the fame or achievements, it is not comparable to other heroes.

The existence of the symbol of peace is more like a kind of belief, and it has long been detached from the framework of the hero itself.

Peter’s mouth was quietly upturned. If the fat man in front of him knew that he had played a fight with the symbol of peace, he didn’t know if he would be shocked and even his chin would fall.

"Just sitting here?"

The male student near the classroom platform mixes the nipple, takes the remote control from the podium, and turns on the TV next to the blackboard.

The newly opened channel is playing news and current events, and the smoke-filled fire scene immediately attracts the attention of all students in the classroom.

"At 6:50 last night, in the central street of Queens, a five-star hotel in Remy suddenly suffered a fire accident. The fire disaster was serious and the fifth floor was basically covered. Fortunately, there were no casualties, thanks to one wearing red and blue. The mysterious person in tight clothing..."

The female reporter explained the video while releasing a video. In the video, you can see that Spider-Man swings back and forth with spider silk, and rescues a disaster-stricken resident from the fifth floor to the door.

Ned looked at the news and said: "Wow, is that a new hero? That guy seems to fly?"

"No, he shouldn't be able to fly." Peter touched his nose, and it was not bad to look at himself on TV.

Ned continued to comment: "His clothes, the design style of Iron Man, will not be imitated by Iron Man's suits?"

"This..." Peter didn't know what to say. After all, the spider suit was made by Tony. It can be said that Ned touched the truth inadvertently.

"Since it is a new hero, should there be a name? I think about it, how about calling him a fire monkey? It's cool to name it." Ned looked at Peter with great interest and wanted to hear his opinion.

Peter was a little excited to correct: "He is called Spider-Man, it is not a Fire Monkey!"

"Oh." Ned's face was so aggressive that he was obviously scared, and other students also turned their doubts to Peter.

"Childish." A short-haired female student sitting quietly reading a book in the corner, looked up and glanced at Peter.

"That, I also listen to others."

Peter's stallion hand buried his head on his holding bag.

The news finally made a phased summary: "The cause of the fire has not yet been ascertained. The police have initially ruled out an accidental fire. This is likely to be caused by humans. Please follow the New York News Channel for specific follow-up..."

"Man-made?"

Peter raised his head and recalled his mind last night, wearing a glass helmet, wearing a cloaked cloak, and driving a mysterious figure in the red mist.

Who is that?

At this time, a restaurant in New York.

Around the age of 30, but with a look of scum, full of sorrowful feelings, can not be called the young uncle, wearing a waiter suit, frustrated stunned at the restaurant door.

His name is Scott Lang, and he has only been out for a few months because he was jailed. Although he barely found a job at the bottom, after the divorce, it is difficult to get back the custody of his eldest daughter.

Scott now needs a sum of money, a lot of money, and the waiter estimates that he can't make it for half a lifetime.

Perhaps it is to know Scott's current situation, and the 'old friend' in twos and threes appears in front of him, throwing a cake-style suggestion to him in trouble.

After listening to the old friend's proposal, Scott didn't think too much. He immediately replied: "I still steal? Please, I have already washed my hands in gold and can no longer go to jail!"

"Hey, man, whisper."

One of the fat guys was on Scott's shoulder and lowered his voice: "This time we really need you, I can guarantee that this is your last order. As long as you take it next, the money you have allocated, Not only your own life will last forever, even your daughter can come back to you."

Scott was silent, and he had to say that he was heartbroken and could do anything for his daughter.

"Talk to me, who is the target." Scott sighed.

"I will know that you will not refuse."

A fist that is excited by the fat man, simply said: "The other party is a businessman and a scientist. There are real estates in many places in New York. He has a villa that has been idle for a long time. According to the understanding, there is a super insurance room. Yes, the name of the businessman. Called Hank Pim..."

Late at night, a van with curtains parked on the villa road.

"I'm going."

Scott, wearing a night out suit, puts his headset and mask on his back and gets off the back door of the van. Other accomplices who stayed in the car manipulated various instruments and equipment, shielded nearby surveillance and signals, and monitored every move of the nearby streets, no less professional than international thieves.

After leaving the van, Scott approached the target villa. He came to the wall and went through the yard with skill and skill. After opening the security window with tools, the cat walked into the villa.

"Along the hall, there is a staircase on the right hand side, on the second floor, and the target is in the third storage room..."

Following the instructions from the headset, Scott turned on the flashlight and went to the second floor of the storage room. When he saw the fingerprint security door, he couldn't help but smile.

This is too pediatric, and naturally it is hard to beat him.

Tape the old fingerprint left by the handle, reproduce the texture, and then scan the level with the engraved fingerprint.

After five minutes.

Scott did not touch any alarms and smoothly entered the storage room and saw the thickened version of the steel door that was two meters long and one meter wide.

"No wonder you are looking for me, this is a troublesome guy." Scott exclaimed.

"What's wrong?" The companion was in doubt.

"It was Carbondale, made in 1910, using Titanic steel."

Scott showed a habitual smile. "Remember to hit the iceberg, its cold resistance is very general."

Scott is the former chief engineer. He is a thief and a top-notch. He knows how to open the safe at a glance.

A small hole is drilled in the main structure of the safety door, and after a large amount of water is injected, the liquid nitrogen is accelerated to freeze, and the inside and outside of the safety door are quickly frozen into ice...

‘Hey! ’

After a while, the entire insurance door blasted directly, and the door slammed down on the floor.

When I heard the sound of breaking the door, the companion on the headset couldn’t cover the excitement and shouted: "Look, what's inside!"

Scott was also very excited, a step, crossed the steel door that fell to the ground and entered the insurance room.

There is only one empty table inside, only a table with a dusty crimson motorcycle and a strange helmet.

"What is this stuff?"

Scott’s mouth was wide open and he couldn’t speak at all.

(End of this chapter)