Chapter 214: The Second Generation Ant-Man

Hawkeye, thrilled beyond words, grasped the precious blade in his hand, looking as if he couldn't let go. The others, however, shot envious glares his way.

Clark, seeing this, could only helplessly shrug and say, "Vibranium is indeed a great material, but it's not suitable for transmitting energy. The ability to create 'Black Blade Night' is mainly thanks to the remnants of the Destroyer, of which there aren't many. It was just enough to forge this one weapon, and even my Healing Hands haven't been upgraded yet."

"But in the future, I'll definitely upgrade everyone's weapons."

Everyone was actually just envious, not jealous, of Hawkeye for obtaining the treasured blade. After all, they were all superheroes, and they had that level of understanding.

After changing into a new uniform and carrying Black Blade Night on his back, an excited Hawkeye said, "Distributing equipment in such a hurry today, does it mean we finally have a mission?"

Nodding, Clark replied gravely, "There are Inhumans awakening all over the world now. Their powers are uncontrolled and can easily harm ordinary people. They must be contained. Ordinary police, soldiers, and even SHIELD agents have no advantage against Inhumans."

"So, it's time to test the results of your year's training."

Upon hearing this, everyone's spirits soared, except for Daisy, who looked somewhat disheartened. Clark approached her, patted her shoulder, and consoled, "There's no other way, I'll ask Hank Pym to protect them. But now we need your help. Can you contact your people?"

Daisy, startled and hesitant, listened as Clark explained, "If possible, I'd like to understand why they're being transformed."

"The Inhumans' new stronghold still has devices blocking all electronic signals. However, Lincoln is currently practicing medicine outside, I might try contacting him."

Clark nodded and encouraged, "Go ahead, maybe your people are facing similar troubles."

Dealing with the Inhumans was enough for the other Avengers. Daisy's identity was a bit awkward, so Clark let her handle investigating the mass transformation of Inhumans.

Daisy didn't disappoint Clark. Through Lincoln, she contacted Gordon, who then took her to the Inhumans' new gathering place, where she discovered that almost all of her people had completed their transformation.

Unlike the Inhumans outside who were unaware of their identities, these people had been trained by Jiaying since early on, so their awakening didn't cause much trouble.

Through conversations with her mother, she learned that the Terrigen Crystals in their tribe were lost in great numbers during the Kree attack, probably near the place called "Afterlife." Recently, a typhoon had hit that area.

She relayed this information to Hank Pym, who had already found many ocean products containing Terrigen Crystals on the market, like fish oil, for example. The concentration in these products wasn't enough to threaten ordinary people but was sufficient to transform Inhumans.

SHIELD, together with the FBI and CIA, had already recalled all the problematic food, but much had still reached individuals and couldn't be completely recalled.

It's likely that for a long time, Inhumans would keep awakening all over the world.

Clark wasn't very concerned about this. Newly awakened Inhumans couldn't threaten him or his family. On the contrary, they could become a strong force in the future. However, those who committed crimes using their abilities definitely couldn't be indulged. The Avengers and SHIELD would handle that.

Meanwhile, Clark visited a prison in Florida.

As a congressman, Clark easily met with a prisoner named Scott Lang, the second-generation Ant-Man whom he introduced to Hank Pym.

Seeing Clark, Scott was quite puzzled: "Clark Li, I don't recall ever dealing with you."

Clark smiled and said, "Nobody knows everyone from birth. Let's formally meet. I'm Clark, a congressman representing superheroes, and one of the five senators responsible for Earth's security. I'm forming a superhero organization to protect Earth and would like to invite you to join."

Scott Lang's impression of Clark shot up by +2333!

Stunned, Scott said in disbelief, "Why would you choose me? I'm just a regular prisoner. My greatest asset is a master's degree in electrical engineering, which isn't much to you, right?"

Clark smiled and recited his history: "Your company was overcharging customers, and you reported it because you couldn't stand it, which got you fired. But you're a computer expert. Later, you hacked their system, transferred the embezzled money back to the clients, and exposed the records online. That's why you're in prison, am I right?"

Scott's face turned somber, clearly not seeing it as a glorious or brag-worthy deed: "I admit it's not hard to find such non-secretive information, but what does this have to do with you finding me?"

"Your actions were illegal but just," said Clark calmly. "In our Chinese view, it's completely a heroic deed, even though you've paid a heavy price for it."

Scott replied with a helpless smile, "Indeed, it was costly, as you must know. My wife divorced me over it, marrying a cop, and the court awarded her custody of our daughter."

Mid-sentence, he added self-mockingly, "No, I should say ex-wife."

"Firstly, you have a heart for justice and are willing to sacrifice for it," summarized Clark. "Also, you have the knowledge and agility. But most importantly, we have a special preparation that requires strict physical criteria. I can't fully explain the standards now, but you're the most suitable candidate we found through big data."

Scott fell silent, tempted by Clark's offer, but he was already a father, past the age of fantasizing about being a superhero. He hesitated.

Seeing this, Clark said, "Think about it. With a criminal record, even with your master's in electrical engineering, it'll be hard to find a normal job. How can you face your daughter and ex-wife if you can't even pay child support?"

"If you agree to become a superhero, you'll receive government financial aid, housing, and insurance. If you join my team, I can even have my lawyers fight for your daughter's custody, ensuring she receives the best education, contacts, and companions…"

"Stop!" Overwhelmed by the temptation, Scott suddenly looked up to interrupt Clark's persuasive pitch: "I need to think it over."

"Boom!"

Suddenly, an explosion sounded, shaking the prison. Chaos ensued, with prisoners cheering, police shouting, and the rapid alarm adding to the disarray.

"I'll give you seven days to decide," said Clark, seemingly oblivious to the commotion outside. "I'll return in a week for your answer. It's a one-time offer, so use these seven days to consider. Don't make a decision you'll regret."

With that, he dashed out of the visitation room and soared into the sky!

From above, Clark saw a huge black hole in the largest building's roof. Using his super vision, he could see clearly it was a hole from the basement through seven floors to the ceiling.

The hole was definitely made from below!

The prison was in turmoil, involving a supernatural-powered prisoner's escape!

How could a regular prison hold such a high-level criminal?

Without time to ponder the cause, Clark looked around and soon spotted a muscular man in prison clothes running at an indiscernible speed. He was already ten miles away in a moment, faster than sound.

His shoes had completely shattered from the rapid sprint, yet running barefoot on rough terrain, he was unharmed.

Incredible speed, formidable defense!

If such a criminal escaped, the damage would far exceed a hundred ordinary prisoners.

After identifying the target, Clark drew a portal in front of him, stepping through it to block the fleeing prisoner's path.

Laying eyes on the escaping inmate, Clark saw a man with short brown hair and a rugged, angular face that would have looked heroic if not for the cold, murderous intent in his eyes.

Feeling the terrifying power emanating from him, Clark knew he had met his match today.

As Clark observed, the escaping prisoner, Marcus Milton, noticed him.

Impression from Marcus Milton +999!

Marcus, running frantically, saw Clark suddenly appear and, without thinking, sped up and swung a punch at Clark's handsome face.

The punch, ripping through the air, made a piercing screech.

What a formidable guy!

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