Pym Technologies Building
A vintage convertible, clearly from another era but still worth a fortune, slowly pulled in.
The guard at the entrance could not hide his surprise when he saw the person in the driver's seat.
"Dr. Pym?"
The founder of the Pym Group, the man who had been voted out of his own company by its shareholders, had actually returned today. How could that not be shocking?
"That's right. I'm not dead yet."
The white-haired, bearded old man wore sunglasses and spoke with his usual nonchalance, smiling at the aging guard.
Dr. Pym was as approachable as ever, and his teasing tone put the old guard at ease.
The old guard let him through and watched his car drive into the courtyard, feeling rather nostalgic.
Honk, honk, honk-!
Crash!!
The old guard was still lost in distant memories when a piercing horn and a tremendous crash rang out, jolting him back to the present.
He hurriedly leaned out of the window, only to see a dazzling gold supercar smash through the barrier at the entrance at breakneck speed, then race toward the Pym Technologies Building in a weaving S-shaped path.
The man behind the wheel had white hair and two conspicuous, pointed horns on his head. Wearing sunglasses, he looked brazen and utterly unrestrained, his laughter wild and reckless.
"Ha ha ha ha! This is so much fun!!!"
"Stop! Stop!!"
Unable to catch up, the old guard hastily grabbed his radio. "Intruder alert! Stop him! Stop him!"
The man in the gold supercar did not hear a word the old guard shouted. Instead, he pressed the accelerator even harder.
Vroom-! Vroom-! Vroom-!
The gold supercar accelerated faster and faster, plowing straight through a flower bed in its path.
Crash, rumble-!
"This guy..."
The old guard stared at the