One Thousand Nine Hundred and Forty-Seven Chapters Backyard Battle, Good People, Sneak Attack

Scott, who usually looks at the application, is quite talented in combat.

He was quick-witted and determined in his decision-making.

After a skid, Scott walked from the front windshield to the front of the bonnet sign, reached down, and an alloy steel cable suddenly flew to the ground ahead.

At the same time, his body instantly returned to its original state, with a flip.

One end of the wire that was shot into the ground also became larger and thicker, and Scott, who was flipping, shot the other end of the wire into the roof of the Mercedes-Benz.

Duang!

Darren in the back row suddenly saw a sharp barb head in front of him, startled.

If this thing goes a little further, won't it be inserted into his head?

Immediately, the steel cable tightened, connecting the body to the ground, and Mercedes-Benz had to stop.

Darren's face was full of sternness, and he opened the car window a little, and the body wrapped in the yellow-black uniform suddenly shrank and flew out from the gap of the car window.

Scott just landed on the ground, when he saw a small yellow-black dot flashing.

He subconsciously shrank his body and avoided the blow.

...

Inside 480 Winter Street, there is still a happy and warm family gathering scene.

In the backyard, the men drank beer, ate barbecue and bragged together, the women murmured and said some gossip, and the children set up a small ping-pong table on the other side where there was no oven.

Everything is so beautiful and harmonious.

Suddenly, two mosquito-like black spots entangled into the garden next door, and then one of them was kicked on the body and flew over the flowers into the backyard of No. 840.

Scott, who was kicked away, looked at the rapidly approaching barbecue pot and the faint red charcoal fire under the "giant" grid.

Clang!

With a loud bang, the entire barbecue pot was knocked flying along with the rest of the barbecue, and scattered everywhere.

All adults and children turned their heads subconsciously,

I saw a guy wearing a helmet and weird clothes lying on the ground, clutching his waist and screaming.

Just now, dozens of pounds of barbecue pot was knocked off, and Scott's waist was knocked hard enough.

Another small point also instantly magnified, and Darren appeared in a yellow and black battle uniform.

Compared to the gray-looking Ant-Man suit, his yellow-black suit was much more eye-catching.

The yellow lenses on the mask, with two arthropod-like spikes protruding from the back, looked very ferocious.

Darren turned his head to look at Maggie, who was already quietly retreating with his daughter Cathy next to him.

Scott, who was lying on the ground rubbing his old waist, also noticed Darren's actions, his face was extremely ugly: "Mr. Zha, if you have the ability, come to me."

Darren grinned, and the spikes on his back swayed slightly: "As you wish."

Before he finished speaking, his body suddenly shrank and flew towards Scott, and two tiny blue lasers shot out from the two spikes behind him.

Scott moved almost simultaneously, a tumbling dodged the blue laser.

A small hole was shot by a blue laser on the grass where he was lying, and a few white smoke came out.

Darren smiled proudly: What a shit Ant-Man, nothing compares to his Yellowjacket! Let's get your family together!

With that in mind, he sped up and rushed towards Scott.

After a tumbling dodged the blue laser, Scott was about to get up, but saw that his hand touched an object on the ground.

With a flash of light in his mind, he smoothly grabbed the item under his hand, turned around and swung it, aiming at Darren, who was shrinking and rushing towards him.

Duang!

The extremely elastic blue rubber slammed heavily on the flying Darren, spun him and flew out.

Darren, the big bean, crossed an arc like a fly and fell into a blue light mosquito killer on the porch.

crackle!

A small arc flashed on the mosquito killer lamp, and a puff of blue smoke appeared, and there was no movement.

Scott was stunned for a moment, then looked down at the table tennis racket in his hand: Is it so useful? It seems that I also have a talent for playing table tennis.

Thinking of this, he stood up with a little difficulty, took a few steps, and handed the ping-pong racket in front of a stunned little girl.

The racket originally belonged to her, but the movement of him knocking over the barbecue pot made her so frightened that she let go of it while swinging the racket.

The little girl stared blankly, then looked at Scott's weird mask: "Wow, Mommy save me! There are weird people!"

The little girl with a terrible scream and howl from her mouth just swooped and disappeared.

Scott looked at the others awkwardly: "Well, I'm good..."

boom!

A group of people dragged their children and ran away: ghosts believe you! This weird look is not a good thing!

Scott shook his head with a wry smile, took a few steps, and put the racket on the table next to him.

Just when he wanted to lean over to the mosquito killer to see Darren's situation, two people came out of the back door on the side.

They held up their pistols and shouted, "SFPD! Don't move, put your hands up! Get your hands up, you bastard!"

Scott turned around helplessly and raised his hand slowly: "Do you want me to stay still or raise my hand! Paxton."

Saying that, he pressed on the mask, revealing his face.

The current husband of Scott's ex-wife, his daughter's stepfather, and the second police officer of the San Francisco Police Department Paxton's face was in disbelief: "Scott? Why are you here?" set.

Scott breathed a sigh of relief, put down his hands and walked towards the two of them: "Paxton, listen to me slowly explain to you..."

After Paxton put the gun back in the sleeve, he took out a "gun" from his waist on the other side and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

The Taser's dart instantly plunged into Scott's chest, who was close at hand.

Zizizi!

Scott froze and fell to the ground convulsively, with only one thought in his mind: Paxton, WDNMD! Actually playing sneak attack.

But no matter what he wanted to scold, he couldn't scold at the moment when he was twitching, and could only be caught by Paxton and the police colleague.

While the three of them were tossing around, Mosquito-like Darren was sizzling on the mosquito killer, worse than Scott.

But the yellow jacket gave him a certain degree of protection, so that he did not lose consciousness. He could only look at Scott who was taken away with hatred: bastard! You wait for me, I must kill you, and then kill your whole family!

Suddenly, the mosquito killer light suddenly brightened.

Darren passed out as soon as his eyes darkened.

Before he fell into a coma, a thought flashed through his mind: what's going on?

Snapped!

Paxton's electric switch also tripped, causing a roar of exclamations.

On the black mosquito lamp, Darren, who was unconscious, suddenly disappeared.

A transparent shadow quietly left in the dark, no one knew he had been here.

Half an hour later, Scott returned to the three-story building in the woods on the outskirts of the city with an unfortunate face.

He entered the living room and saw Dr. Pym and Hope's gazes.

Scott coughed a little uncomfortably: "What's wrong?"