But Scott was no longer the helpless lamb awaiting slaughter he had been moments ago.
His survival instincts and the street-fighting skills he had learned in prison surged to the surface.
"Die!"
Scott roared. Instead of running, he lunged straight at the lead mercenary.
Take down the leader first!
The leader was less than two meters away. Scott closed the gap in a single stride.
Before the man could finish changing magazines, Scott threw a punch straight at his liver.
The instant Scott struck,
the pendant on his chest seemed to sense his intent.
Metal flowed over him like mercury again, covering his right fist and arm in the blink of an eye and forming a heavy gauntlet etched with metallic patterns.
BAM!
Scott's punch slammed squarely into the lead mercenary's side.
The heavily armored man stood over six feet tall and weighed nearly two hundred pounds.
Yet Scott's punch lifted both his feet off the ground and sent him flying backward!
He crashed through the wooden wall behind him, spat a mouthful of blood, and passed out on the spot without so much as a groan.
The two remaining mercenaries stared in disbelief.
What kind of burglar could punch a fully armed mercenary thirty feet through the air?!
Had they run into one of Vought's city heroes?
Scott was stunned too. He stared at the gleaming silver gauntlet on his right hand, still feeling the terrifying power that had erupted from his punch.
"What... is this thing?"
But this was no time to find out.
Police sirens suddenly blared outside, their wail piercing the entire villa.
The officers could burst in at any moment.
"Louis! Start the van! I'm coming out!" Scott shouted.
He did not try to retrieve the backpack containing the Ant-Man Suit. To him, it was