Lorna's Trump Card

The monstrous mass of muscle frightened everyone present. Not to mention the researchers from Pym Industries—even the few surviving subordinates of Dr. Drake were stunned. How had their boss turned into this freak?

Looking at that body of muscles seemingly cast from steel, those terrifying whites of its eyes, and that mouth stretched all the way to its ears, several of the more timid people could not stop trembling.

The muscle monster did not care about the fear in their eyes. A crimson tongue shot out from its mouth, and two different voices began arguing with each other as though it were talking to itself.

The deep, heavy voice wanted to kill people, while the relatively rational voice, which sounded somewhat like Dr. Drake, told it to capture Ant-Man. They needed Ant-Man's suit and the Pym Particles.

"We already reached an agreement! Only with the Pym Particles can we suppress your brothers and hide from that woman whose name you dare not speak! Let me go, we agreed..." Dr. Drake still wanted to reason with it, but the other party had no interest in reasoning. His voice grew weaker and weaker.

As his voice weakened, the deep voice grew louder and louder. "Riot is the strongest! Riot doesn't need Earth's technology!"

The whites of Riot's eyes gradually widened from slits. Once Dr. Drake's voice disappeared, it completely took over the body.

"This thing seems to have no brain. I can't control it..." Esme's eyes flickered several times, but every attempt ended in failure.

"I'll deal with it. You protect my daughter." Ant-Man had finally managed to put on his Battle Suit. The other side had come for him—there was no way he could hide behind two women. He was a savior, after all. Whether by principle or pride, he had