"You idiot, you ruined everything!"
Scott, wearing the Ant-Man Suit, complained to T'Challa beside him, who was clad in the Black Panther Suit.
They had only come here to steal the suits—steal them—but after this bastard followed him inside in his own suit, which could also shrink, he suddenly decided to charge in head-on.
Wakanda's technology really was no joke. Although Pym Particles could not be refined, based on their properties, the Black Panther Suit had been fitted with slots capable of using Pym Particles.
With Dr. Pym around, there was no need to worry about running out of the stuff.
But clearly, Black Panther's idea of stealth was rather unconventional. It had nothing to do with a panther at all.
"Evil cannot be tolerated."
As Black Panther spoke, he kept swinging his claws at the surrounding equipment.
This was obviously a production workshop. Wouldn't it be wonderful to destroy it at the source?
Why steal the suits? Blowing everything up would make this a perfect operation.
Yet just then, a figure suddenly leaped in through the shattered glass wall outside.
Both of them jumped in fright.
This was the fiftieth floor. Someone had actually jumped up from outside?
He was an elegant old man with meticulously combed silver hair, sunglasses, a cigar between his teeth, and a white overcoat draped over his shoulders.
Then, one after another, numerous figures climbed up behind him.
Every one of them was skilled enough to scale a fifty-story building directly.
Scott was horrified.
"No way, are they all monsters? This is the fiftieth floor!"
Even Black Panther was somewhat surprised. Even he would probably need to use his suit to accomplish that; the boost in strength from the Heart-Shaped Herb alone could not achieve it!
So strong!
"Just as expected of a giant