Old Pym removed his glasses, his graying beard trembling slightly, revealing the turmoil in his heart. Only after taking several deep breaths did he gaze sharply at Daisy. "I need a large amount of materials to build an acceleration channel capable of reaching hyperspace..."
Oh? This damned old miser! What he meant, directly and indirectly, was that he needed her to provide materials. Daisy felt as though a knife had been stabbed into her chest. It hurt more than Galactus punching her.
Though her face was full of displeasure, she still pinched her nose and agreed.
"Fine, fine, you win... S.H.I.E.L.D. will provide the materials. But let me make this clear first: the Quantum Realm is vast. Before, we were limited by the uncertainty within that space, so we definitely couldn't venture in rashly. Even now that we have some confidence, don't place too much hope on the first operation. Don't act recklessly. Don't trigger some unknown danger..."
Mr. Fantastic's matter still hadn't been resolved. Daisy was honestly a little afraid of Earth's scientists now.
Old Pym looked at her and gently shook his head.
He casually grabbed a work uniform and tablet from the side, swiping rapidly across the screen twice. "I'm an old man. I'm not Tony Stark, nor am I Reed Richards. Don't try things you don't understand. I've been saying that for fifty years; I don't need you reminding me. Go get me ten kilograms of iridium first. I need to run an initial test."
Daisy was stunned. "Ten kilograms? The Chandra X-ray Observatory's mirrors only used a sixty-nanometer-thick iridium coating. You..."
Old Pym did not even look at her, merely waving a hand and leaving behind one sentence. "That's your problem."
Director Daisy was speechless. It would indeed be difficult for others, but for S.H.I.E.L.D.