Chapter 505： Wind element

Chapter 505 Wind Elemental

Stopped on the van next to the road, the atmosphere inside the car was very depressed. The three accomplices stared straight at Scott. His face was as ugly as a self-righteous cake, but he ate a feces.

"So, we have tossed through the night and got the old motorcycle set?"

The fat man's mouth twitched slightly, looking at Scott's hand, the strange clothes stolen from the villa's double security door.

Another companion added: "More precisely, it is a grotesque motorcycle suit. I don't want this second-hand clothes on the Internet for even five dollars."

"What can I do? Let's withdraw first. This is a rollover."

The fat man sighed and drove the van and quickly left the villa area.

Scott looked down at the uniform on his hand. As a former engineer's instincts told him that this dress could never be just a simple motorcycle.

Motorcycle clothing will be placed behind the Carpenter security door? It has also been covered with dust. Obviously, people have treasured it for many years, and it is not mistaken.

The most important thing is the material of the suit, and the matching helmet style, which he has never seen before...

With a lot of doubts, Scott returned home with the crime accomplices. Anyway, the stolen goods were stolen, and it is impossible to put them back.

The team did not notice that there were dozens of ants on the wall of the target villa, acting as monitors in different corners, and monitoring everything that happened inside and outside the house.

On the other side, the basement of the villa somewhere.

Hank Pim and Hope have not yet slept, they sat in front of the screen, quietly watching the van of Scott and others leave.

"How." Hank Pym smiled at his daughter.

Hopp’s good face was cold, his hands were clasped, and he said: “It’s really a veritable thief.”

"I mean his skill, courage, and wisdom."

Hank Pim narrowed his eyes. As a generation of ants, he was naturally very clear about what special talents he wanted to become an ant.

Hope didn't talk, as the default, he said: "Now the shirt is in his hand, then?"

"Go back to sleep, at least wait for him to try once..."

Hank Pim is like an old fox, and his eyes under the lens have a meaningful look.

the next morning.

The glaring sun fell from the window to the bed, and Scott woke up in a sleepy eye, wearing a pair of slippers to wash his face in the bathroom, just to see the dark red uniform thrown next to the washboard last night.

Originally wanted to put the washing machine in the first place, Scott thought about it, or planned to try it on, then took off his clothes and put the strange uniform from the foot to the neck.

Before preparing to wear the helmet, Scott suddenly turned on the clothes and pulled out a test tube filled with liquid, marked with 'Pem particles' in English.

"Pim particles? Is it put here?"

In the waist position of the uniform, Scott found an inner tank that could just be placed in the reagent. He didn't think too much. He stuffed the Pim particle test tube into the inner tank and then brought the matching helmet.

Scott wears a curious uniform, stands in front of the washbasin, looks at himself in the mirror, and whispers to himself: "The style of this dress is a bit like an ant... yes, it is an ant."

"The main use is..."

Scott saw the glove part of the uniform, with a red button, he pressed while trying, and then...

at the same time.

On the roof of Scott's house, a red cloud of fog descended from the sky, and the mysterious man wearing a cloak of the armor appeared.

Quentin looked down at the house below, and stretched out his hands. A blue whirlwind appeared from it. As he continued to rotate, it became a tornado with a radius of two meters in the blink of an eye. It also showed a physical monster like a facial features and hands. .

The wind element is strange.

"Go, go." Quentin reached for the next finger, and the wind element blame immediately flew down.

At this time, Scott's home.

"Scott, Scott, are you there?"

The fat man just bought the breakfast from the outside and wanted to call Scott to eat. He just opened the door of the room and found that he had already got up. No matter how he found it in the house, he didn't find Scott.

"Strange. The guy is so early, where are you going?"

The fat man looked at the empty bathroom and went back to the hall strangely. He didn't see it. On the washbasin, there was a tiny creature like an ant waving at him.

"Scott, you are not there, I will eat breakfast first."

The fat man finally said, sitting in the dining chair, just took out a piece of buttered bread, and the doors and windows on the first floor were suddenly slammed into the wind.

Hey! !

With countless gravel and glass, strong winds destroy everything in the room, and the huge physical monster formed by the blue wind forced into the house, and stretched out the giant hand to pinch the fat man in his hand.

"Don't kill me!"

In the face of sudden changes, the fat man almost scared the urine, and his eyes were on the horrible face of the wind.

"Take the suit out!" The wind element whispered toward the fat man, and the exhaled wind blew the hair and the shackles.

"What clothes?" The fat man was stunned and did not respond for a while.

"The set of clothes you got!" The wind element blame continues to scream, and the strong winds with sand are blowing the fat.

The fat man is busy: "Yes, yes, we got a set of clothes, but not in my hands, at Scott! But now Scott is not at home!!"

"Hand over, or die!"

The elements of the wind blame themselves from the threat of voice, and some of the body smashed the furniture and walls inside the house.

"I am really not in my hands!" The fat man was crying and his face was pinched and almost breathless.

On the roof of the house.

Quentin frowned, and the intelligent aircraft scanned and detected that he did not find the man named Scott, nor did he find the existence of the ant suit.

How is this possible, and the people who have never left the house disappeared without any reason?

Not waiting for Quentin to think too much, there was a black spot suddenly appearing in front of him. He looked up sharply and saw that the black spots were moving closer to this side, zooming in, and soon became a big tree...

tree?

Quentin flew up and ducked, and the uprooted pine tree crashed into the roof where he had stayed, flattening the head of the house.

Quentin's pupils contracted slightly, flying in the air, looking away from a hundred meters away, but could not see the half-personal shadow.

"Who is it? I have thrown a tree from such a long distance. Is this warning me?"

Quentin bowed his head and thought about it. He smiled coldly and chose to retreat with a red gas mist.

After Quentin left, the wind elements in the house were changed from solid to incorporeal, and soon disappeared like a wind.

The fat man fell directly on the ground, and his heart was feeling his own neck.

"Fat, is it okay?"

The door of the bathroom suddenly opened, and Scott, who was wearing an ant uniform, held the helmet in his hand. He rushed out of the bathroom in amazement and ran to the fat man on the ground.

"Where did you go now?" The fat man looked pale at the Scott.

"I do not know."

Scott shook his head and took a deep breath: "I only know that we have to return this dress as soon as possible, otherwise it will be a big deal!"

(End of this chapter)