"If this were the only thing you had done, I could let you go. But you know very well what else you've done, don't you?"
Leo raised a hand and gave it a gentle wave. The Shrinking Particle Gun, still in Hank Pym's hand, immediately flew back into Leo's grasp.
"Dr. Pym, do you see clearly now? What do you think of this gun?"
Hearing Leo's words, a trace of embarrassment and sorrow appeared in Dr. Pym's eyes.
"A short-range launcher based on Pym Particles. And it seems the stabilizer inside has been destroyed."
"No, this is a pure killing weapon. Weapons like this should never exist. This goes against the reason I invented it in the first place."
Pym frowned deeply as he stared at the Shrinking Particle Gun. Turning Pym Particles into a killing weapon was the very thing he found most abhorrent.
It was also the reason he had fled S.H.I.E.L.D. in the first place: weapons designer Howard Stark had been coveting his Pym Particles.
"But it still came into existence. And I'm afraid quite a few people have died beneath this gun. Am I right, Darren?"
Leo shifted his gaze to Darren standing before him.
"No, I didn't! I only made it for self-defense. I've never killed anyone. I only just built this gun, and today was the first time I used it!"
Darren said this in terror, staring at Leo, but deep within his heart lay deeply buried hatred and murderous intent.
But Darren wasn't worried that his actions would be exposed. This gun had indeed helped him deal with quite a few problems, but he was confident that no one had discovered anything he had done, nor had any surveillance camera recorded it.
Everything he had done had been highly secretive and carefully planned.