Hank ultimately sat back down in his chair.
He could undertake this with the resolve and conviction that he might die, but he could not ignore his daughter.
Even if his daughter always said she was prepared, how could Hank, who already felt he had failed her, truly put her in danger?
Even if he believed this was an act of justice, he knew that blowing up Cross Company was completely illegal. With the Osborn Group's influence, they could easily lock him and his daughter up for decades.
Besides, Darren Cross had not stolen his research. Even if Cross had been his student, he had truly created his own "Cross Particles" based on a legend.
Whatever a student chose to do with his research was a personal choice. Hank wanted to blow up the man's company without a word, all because of his sense of justice—after all, from the company's perspective, what was wrong with developing a product and selling it for money?
Seeing Hank sit back down, Harry spread his hands and gave him a friendly smile.
"That's more like it, Dr. Pym. What can't be discussed?"
Whether it was Cross Particles or Pym Particles, Harry needed to get at least one of them.
Cross, however, was an entrepreneur through and through, so all he cared about was how much money he could get. Osborn could give him plenty of money, but he did not seem satisfied.
Harry was not afraid of shrinking warriors, but he did not want everyone owning a Yellowjacket suit.
"Dr. Pym, UNSC and the Osborn Group intend to jointly build an unprecedented supermassive space station near the sun. Your particles will be extremely useful."
Harry took out a small Holographic Projection device and showed Pym a model of the gigantic base.
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