IMUC Chapter 506 The Wind Elemental Creature

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Inside the van parked by the roadside, the atmosphere was heavy with tension. The three accomplices stared at Scott Lang with expressions that said that they had been served a plate of excrement instead of a cake.

"So, after all our hard work last night, what we got was this outdated motorcycle suit?" 

The bearded man's mouth twitched as he looked at the strange outfit Scott had stolen from behind the villa's double security doors.

Another accomplice added, "To be precise, it's an odd-looking motorcycle suit. Even if it were listed online for five bucks, I wouldn't want it."

"What can we do? Let's just leave. This job was a bust."

The bearded man sighed heavily, driving the van quickly away from the villa area.

Scott, however, looked down at the suit in his hands. His instincts as a former engineer told him that this was no ordinary motorcycle suit.

Why would a motorcycle suit be hidden behind a Carbondale security door? And it was covered in dust, clearly kept there for years, not mistakenly left behind.

The most important thing was the materials and the design of the suit and helmet, which were unlike anything he had ever seen...

Carrying his doubts, Scott returned home with his accomplices. After all, they had stolen the item, so there was no putting it back now.

The team of thieves didn't notice that on the walls of the target villa, there were dozens of ants, serving as surveillance devices, monitoring everything that had happened inside and outside the house.

Meanwhile, in the basement of another villa.

Hank Pym and Hope were still awake, sitting in front of screens, quietly watching as Scott's van drove away.

"How did it go?" Hank Pym asked, smiling at his daughter.

Hope, with a stern look on her face, crossed her arms and replied, "He's a real thief, alright."

"I meant his skills, bravery, and intelligence."

As a former Ant-Man, Hank Pym knew well what kind of special abilities were needed to become Ant-Man.

Hope didn't respond, as if acknowledging the situation. She pondered, "So now the suit is in his possession. What's next?"

"Let's go to sleep. We at least need to wait for him to try it out once..."

Hank Pym, with the eyes of a cunning old fox, had a knowing look behind his glasses.

The next morning.

Bright sunlight streamed through the window, falling on the bedside. Scott Lang, groggily waking up, shuffled to the bathroom in slippers, where he saw the dark red suit he had discarded the night before.

Originally intending to wash it in the machine, Scott decided to try it on first. He stripped off his clothes and donned the strange suit from head to toe.

Before putting on the helmet, Scott discovered a vial filled with liquid labeled "Pym Particle" in English.

"Pym Particle? Is this supposed to go here?"

Scott found a slot on the suit's waist where the vial fit perfectly. He didn't think much of it, inserting the Pym Particle vial into the slot and then putting on the matching helmet.

Fully suited up, Scott stood in front of the sink, looking at himself in the mirror and muttering, "The style of this suit... it's kind of like an ant... Yeah, like an ant."

"It's main purpose is..."

Scott noticed a red button on the gloves of the suit. He tentatively pressed it, and then...

Meanwhile, on the rooftop of Scott's house.

A red mist descended from the sky, and a mysterious man in armor and a cloak emerged from it.

Quentin looked coldly down at the house, extending his hands. A swirling Azura cyclone appeared, quickly forming into a two-meter radius tornado that resembled a real monster with facial features and hands.

The Wind Elemental Creature.

"Go, go," Quentin commanded, pointing downwards. The Wind Elemental Creature immediately flew down as instructed.

At this moment, inside Scott's house.

"Scott, Scott, are you there?"

The bearded man had just returned with breakfast, intending to invite Scott Lang to eat with him. But upon opening the door to Scott's room, he found that Scott was already gone. Despite searching the room, there was no sign of him.

"Strange. Where could he have gone so early?"

The bearded man looked around the empty bathroom in confusion and then returned to the living room. He didn't notice a tiny ant-like lifeform on the sink waving at him.

"Scott, if you're not here, I'll just have breakfast first."

He sat down at the dining table and had just taken out a piece of buttered bread when a strong gust of wind suddenly blasted open the doors and windows on the first floor.

Boom!!

With a storm of debris and glass, the powerful wind ravaged the room, as a massive entity made of green wind forced its way inside, grabbing the bearded man in one of its giant hands.

"Don't— don't kill me!"

Facing the sudden threat, the bearded man was nearly paralyzed with fear. The Wind Elemental Creature's blurry, terrifying face stared down at him.

"Hand over the suit!" The Wind Elemental Creature roared, blowing fierce winds that disheveled the bearded man's hair and beard.

"What suit?" The bearded man asked, bewildered and unable to respond immediately.

"The suit you took!" The Wind Elemental Creature continued to bellow, its sand-filled winds causing the bearded man pain.

The bearded man hurriedly explained, "Yes, we got a suit, but it's not with me— it's with Scott Lang! But Scott isn't home right now!!"

"Hand it over, or die!"

The Wind Elemental Creature threatened, its presence destroying the furniture and walls in the room.

"It's really not with me!" The bearded man cried, his neck nearly suffocating from the grip.

On the rooftop of the house.

Quentin frowned as his drone scanned the area, finding no sign of Scott Lang or the Ant-Man suit.

How could this be? How could someone who hadn't left the house simply disappear?

Before Quentin could ponder further, a black dot appeared ahead. He looked up sharply and saw the dot growing larger, quickly transforming into a massive tree...

A tree?

Quentin swiftly flew up to dodge. The uprooted pine tree crashed down where he had been standing, flattening the top of the house.

Quentin's pupils contracted slightly as he hovered in the air, scanning a hundred meters away but seeing no trace of anyone.

"Who could have thrown a tree from such a distance? Is this a warning to me?"

Quentin pondered for a moment, then coldly smiled and chose to retreat, flying away in the red mist.

After Quentin left, the Wind Elemental Creature in the house dissipated from solid form into an ethereal one, quickly vanishing like the wind.

The bearded man collapsed to the floor, his neck still throbbing as he clutched it in relief.

"Are you okay, fat man?"

Scott Lang, still wearing the Ant-Man suit and holding the helmet, burst out from the bathroom and ran towards the bearded man on the floor.

"Where did you go just now?" The bearded man asked, his face pale.

"I don't know."

Scott shook his head and took a deep breath, "All I know is that we need to return this suit quickly, or we're in big trouble!"

(End of Chapter)