Feeling Homelander's breath brush across her cheek.
Hope panicked and quickly turned around, walking toward the floor-to-ceiling window and pretending to admire the view of San Francisco outside.
As she remained longer and longer within Homelander's "field of temptation," combined with the immense shock brought by the Shrink-Grow Lamp just now, Hope's solid psychological defenses were already on the verge of collapse.
Instinctively, Hope let down all her guard around the man before her.
At last, she nodded.
"Yes, you win," Hope admitted. "Ant-Man isn't a legend. My father, Hank Pym, really did invent Pym Particles that can alter the distance between atoms."
But then she gave a bitter smile, and her eyes dimmed somewhat.
"But you found the wrong person, Daniel."
"Admitting that these things exist doesn't mean I can help you. Neither of them is in my hands."
Hope sighed.
"The actual control of Pym Technologies is in Darren Cross's hands. He's secretly developing a weapon called the 'Wasp Suit,' trying to replicate my father's achievements. As for the original formula for Pym Particles and the Ant-Man Suit, my father has hidden them away tightly."
"And my father..." Hope gritted her teeth.
"...years ago, he destroyed most of the experimental data and manufacturing formulas for Pym Particles stored on the servers. Not only that, he hid the last Ant-Man Suit away and guarded it against everyone as if they were thieves."
"Honestly, going to Darren would be more useful than coming to me. He's already reverse-engineered the incomplete remaining data and created his Cross Particles. But they're only defective products. Long-term use makes people bloodthirsty and cruel. He was actually a decent person once..."
"Of course, if you can make this..." Hope paused. "What is this called?"
"The Shrink-Grow Lamp, Hope," Homelander answered.
"Oh, all right. That's a