At this time, a restaurant in New York.

He was about thirty years old, but he looked stubborn and had a sense of vicissitudes. He could no longer be called a young uncle. He was wearing a waiter suit and squatted at the restaurant door in a daze in frustration.

His name is Scott Lang, and he was imprisoned for stealing and was only a few months after he came out. Although he barely found a job at the bottom, after the divorce, he could not even get the custody of his eldest daughter.

Scott now needs some money, a considerable amount of money, and he will probably not make money in his half life as a waiter.

Perhaps because he knew Scott's current situation, a group of "old friends" appeared in front of him again, giving him a cake-style suggestion to him who was in trouble.

After hearing the proposal from his old friend, Scott did not think too much and immediately refused.

"Still steal? Please, I've washed my hands and can't go to prison anymore!"

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

One of the fat men with a bearded bench put on Scott's shoulder and lowered his voice.

"We really need you this time, I can guarantee that this is your last order. As long as you take it next, the money you get will not only be worried about in the second half of your life, but even your daughter can return to you."

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

"Tell me, who is the target?" Scott said in a deep voice.

"I knew you wouldn't refuse."

The fat man with cheeks clenched his fist excitedly and said briefly.

"The other party is a businessman and scientist who has left real estate in many places in New York. He has a villa that has been idle for a long time. According to his knowledge, there is a super safe room. By the way, the businessman's name is Hank Pim..."

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

"I'm leaving."

Scott, wearing a night outfit, put on his headset and mask and got off from the rear door of the van.

Other accomplices who stayed in the car operated various instruments and equipment, blocked nearby surveillance and signals, and monitored every move of nearby streets, with their professionalism no less than that of international thieves.

After leaving the van, Scott approached the target villa in diameter. He came to the wall, skillfully and skillfully climbed into the yard, opened the anti-theft window with tools, and crawled into the villa house with his cat.

"There is no triggering the alarm system, this guy is really amazing!"

Sitting in the modified car, Louis's online genius gay friend couldn't help but exaggerate when he saw Scott's performance.

"Or otherwise you think I had to ask him for this vote, he is professional!"

When Louis heard his friend's feelings, he said proudly.

Then, they continued to carefully monitor the situation in the villa and nearby to ensure that no unexpected situations occurred.

"Along the hall, there is a staircase on the right, and go up to the second floor, and aims to be the third storage room..."

Following the instructions from his companion from his headset, Scott turned on the flashlight and came to the storage room on the second floor. When he saw the fingerprint security door, he couldn't help but smiled slightly.

This is too pediatric, so it is naturally not difficult for him.

The tape sticks the old fingerprints left by the handle to reproduce the patterns, and then pass the scan level with the copied fingerprint.

Five minutes later.

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

"It seems that I need some real materials!"

Looking at the insurance door from the last century in front of him, Scott muttered.

"What did you say?"

People outside asked puzzledly.

Scott didn't think of explaining either. He was surprised after checking the door.

"No wonder you're looking for me, this is a trouble guy." Scott exclaimed.

"What's wrong?" the companion asked in surprise.

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

Scott smiled habitually.

"Remember to hit an iceberg, its cold resistance is average."

Scott is a former chief engineer. He is also a top thief. He can tell at a glance how to pry open the safe.

Drill small holes in the main structure of the safe door, and after injecting a large amount of water, it will accelerate the freezing with liquid nitrogen, and the inside and outside of the safe door will quickly freeze into ice...

‘Bang!’

After a while, the entire safe door exploded and the door roared on the floor.

Hearing the sound of breaking the door, the companion on the headset shouted excitedly.

"Look at what's inside!"

Scott was also extremely excited and took a quick step to cross the steel door that was lying on the ground and entered the safe room.

But it was empty inside, with only a table, with a dusty crimson motorcycle suit and a strange helmet on it.

"What's this?"

Scott opened his mouth wide and could not speak at all.

"There is nothing in it!"

Looking at the secret room with empty, no cash, and no jewelry, Scott blew in anger.

"What? Is there nothing? No cash, no jewelry?"

Hearing Scott's words through the headset, Louis was also very surprised in the car outside.

"No! There is only one motorcycle suit here!"

Looking at the strange motorcycle suit placed on the table in front of him, Scott felt unspeakable and depressed. He finally chose to take action once, but unexpectedly encountered this situation.

"I'm sorry, Scott, I know you need this money very much."

Louis is sorry to be sure there is nothing valuable in the vault, after all, he got the news from other places.

"Forget it, come back, let's think of other ways."

"Know."

Then, Scott quickly put up the seemingly weird motorcycle suit based on the principle of not being able to go back empty-handed. Then, he left the villa and quickly left with the modified small truck parked on the side of the road.

Parked in the van next to the road, the atmosphere inside the car was very depressing. The three accomplices stared at Scott with their faces as ugly as if they thought they were cakes, but they ate a bite of feces.

"So, we worked hard all night and got this old motorcycle glove suit?"

The corners of the fat man's mouth twitched slightly, looking at the strange clothes stole from behind the villa's double security door in Scott's hand.

Another companion added.

"To be more precise, it is a strange-shaped motorcycle hand suit. I don't want this second-hand clothes even if they are put on the Internet for five dollars."

"What else can I do? Let's withdraw first. This time it's a failure."

The fat man sighed heavily.

Scott looked down at the uniform on his hand. As a former engineer's intuition, he told him that this dress could never be just a simple motorcycle suit.
Chapter completed!