As night fell.

  Scott Lang, wearing the mysterious Ant-Man suit, decided to return to the original target vil to put the damned thing back behind the security door.

  The suit was too strange; it could shrink him down to the size of an ant, almost drowning him in the sink water, and it had attracted an unknown wind creature.

  "This is the pce."

  Scott approached the dark vil and stealthily climbed over the wall. However, the moment his feet touched the ground, the vil's yard was illuminated by a series of bright lights, with several searchlights focusing on him.

  "Damn it!"

  Scott's face turned pale. He turned to flee, but lights came on behind him as well, and figures emerged from the shadows.

  A group of ten or so police officers, already lying in wait in the yard, aimed their guns at Scott and surrounded him. "Police! You're under arrest."

  Scott was at a loss for words, smiling wryly. "I—I was just returning something."

  "Do you think we're going to believe your nonsense? Cuff him and take him away!"

  The police captain waved his hand, and several officers handcuffed Scott and led him to a police car to be taken to the local precinct.

  A few flying ants, hovering at low altitude, recorded and reyed the scene to a basement in another vil.

  "I should get going."

  Hank Pym, dressed in a neatly pressed suit and adjusting his tie, waved goodbye to Hope and exited the basement.

  "Is he… really more suitable to be Ant-Man than I am?"

  Hope, watching the screen that showed Scott being escorted by the police, shook her head in disbelief.

  At the New York Wharton Street Police Department, in the detention room.

  Scott sat on a single bed, his face buried in his hands, feeling utterly disheartened. Having just been released from prison, he was now facing the prospect of going back, which made him feel both despondent and regretful.

  After a few minutes of self-reflection, the police came to inform Scott that the owner of the vil had summoned him. This news made Scott anxious, fearing that the vil's owner might press charges and sentence him to a long term in prison.

  It could be said that once Scott entered Hank Pym's vil, he was completely trapped and could not escape from others' control.

  In the interrogation room.

  Scott and Hank sat on opposite sides of the table, facing each other for the first time.

  "I'm sorry, sir. I shouldn't have stolen your suit."

  Scott began to apologize, hoping to gain Hank's understanding. However, Hank merely replied, "Maggie was right. No wonder she didn't want to give Cassie to you. When you hit rock bottom, you resort to theft."

  "How do you know about Maggie and Cassie?"

  Scott was stunned. Maggie was his ex-wife, and Cassie was the daughter he wanted to regain custody of.

  "Isn't it obvious? It means I've done a thorough investigation on you."

  Hank spoke pinly, like a confident businessman. "Alright, let's not waste each other's time. I'll give you two choices. One, spend your life in prison. Two, go back to the detention room and follow my instructions."

  "Who are you, really?"

  Scott stared intently at Hank, realizing he was being maniputed. But now that he was in a vulnerable position, he had no leverage to negotiate.

  "My name is Hank Pym, and I am a scientist."

  Hank gave a faint smile, said nothing more, and left the interrogation room, heading towards the exit of the police station.

  "Even if I agree, how am I supposed to follow orders in the detention room?" Scott Lang pondered as he returned to the detention room, but soon he understood the meaning of Hank's words.

  A swarm of tiny ants appeared from nowhere and crawled into Scott's detention room. They carried a small suit together. After pcing the suit on the ground, the ants worked together to enrge it a hundredfold, restoring it to its original, wearable size.

  "That's the suit."

  Scott's eyes widened as he looked at the Ant-Man suit, which resembled a motorcycle suit. One of the flying ants hovered near him and pyed Hank's voice through a tiny speaker, "Put it on and follow my instructions."

  "Is that a camera and a microphone on the ant?" Scott looked at the ant suspiciously, noticing the minuscule camera and microphone attached to it.

  Scott gritted his teeth and, despite the risk of being caught by patrolling officers, changed into the Ant-Man suit.

  On the rooftop of the police station.

  Quentin stood upright, operating a drone. When he saw the message feedback, a thoughtful expression appeared on his face. "So that's it. The shrinking effect prevented me from noticing st time?"

  "This time, you won't escape."

  As Quentin spoke, a red mist emerged from his hand. This time, instead of forming a wind elemental creature, the mist coalesced into a massive creature made of yellowish-brown sand and soil.

  The Earth Elemental Creature.

  "Retrieve the suit," Quentin commanded, and the Earth Elemental Creature immediately charged toward the police station's front door.

  Inside the police station, due to the mysterious disappearance of the detainee, arms were bring, and police officers were frantically searching under the fshing red lights.

  No one noticed.

  Scott, now the size of an ant, followed Hank's remote instructions to avoid being trampled by walking officers. He slipped through the door gap of the detention room and finally reached a corner by the wall.

  "What's that?"

  Scott was startled to find a swarm of ants, each the size of a cow, charging towards him in a dense formation.

  "They are my allies."

  Hank continued expining, and Scott's mouth twitched as he looked at the massive ants. "Do you want me to ride on them?"

  "No, not them."

  As Hank spoke, a flying ant, twice the size of an ordinary ant, descended slowly from the low altitude and nded in front of Scott.

  "You want me to ride that thing? No way!"

  Scott's face turned pale, and he shook his head vigorously.

  "Scott, listen. You have to ride it."

  Before Hank could persuade him further, the police station's main door was suddenly blown open with a deafening explosion. A sandstorm rushed in violently, instantly filling the corridors of the police station.

  The flying ant hovering in the low air was hit by the sand and turned into a pile of mush stuck to the wall.

  "What's happening?"

  Scott swallowed hard, looking up to see a gigantic sand creature, formed from a mass of sand, withstanding a barrage of police gunfire, moving closer to him.

  This sudden turn of events even left Hank, who was controlling things remotely, stunned. He shouted, "Run, Scott! If I'm not mistaken, that creature's target is the Ant-Man suit!"

  (End of Chapter)

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