Chapter 202 Scott is plotted against

Scott fell quite hard this time, which could be heard from the sound.

After waiting for a long time, Scott finally came to his senses, stood up, and looked at the bathtub and bathroom around him, which seemed to have been magnified countless times, and felt at a loss.

At this time, a voice sounded: "The world must look very different from down here, Scott?"

It turns out that Hank had been observing Scott's every move behind the monitor, until Scott accidentally activated the Ant-Man suit to shrink, then he was finally ready to talk to Scott and let him know of his existence.

"What? Who? Who's talking?"

However, at such an abrupt voice, Scott looked around, trying to find out who was speaking.

But at this moment, Louis had walked in from the living room and came to the bathtub.

Watching his actions, Scott had a bad feeling in his heart.

Sure enough, Louis' next action confirmed Scott's hunch.

After he opened the shower curtain, he reached out and turned on the faucet in the bathtub. Then, for Scott, a huge wave came over him.

Meanwhile, Hank was still talking about his intentions: "Fire is the best way to make gold, Scott. But this time it's... water!"

Seeing the huge waves coming towards him, Scott hurried to run in the opposite direction, but he was too small now and could not outrun the water.

I could only watch the water submerge me and rush to the other end of the bathtub.

At this time, Louis looked at the shallow layer of water in the bathtub and had no choice but to take off his clothes first.

Scott then followed the force of the water and was washed out of the bathtub and onto the floor.

But when he stood up and looked up, he saw Louis taking off his pants.

"I don't want to see you take off your pants!" Scott yelled, but Louis couldn't hear a thing.

He also threw his removed pants and belt to the ground, almost hitting Scott.

In order to avoid the belt, Scott rolled several times and fell directly into the gap in the floor.

After several falls, he finally landed in the disco on the next floor.

Running under the feet of many revelers and dancing, and having to avoid shoes that could threaten to crush him to death, Scott slowly adapted to his current size and was able to avoid people's shoes that were too big for him.

boom!

Scott wasn't paying attention and was kicked by the jumping foot, sending him flying into the sewer.

Then he was sucked into a vacuum cleaner. He finally escaped from the garbage bag of the vacuum cleaner. Before he could catch his breath, a big black rat appeared next to him, staring at him intently, as if it regarded him as a delicious snack.

This time Scott didn't stop and quickly ran to the other side.

As a result, perhaps because its body suddenly became smaller, it did not realize that the thing in front of it was a mousetrap and jumped directly on it.

Because of the change in weight, the mousetrap was activated, and Scott was successfully flung out by the spring, breaking the glass on the window and landing directly on the roof of a car parked on the street outside.

Then Scott finally returned to his normal size.

At this time, Hank's voice sounded: "The results of the initial test are not bad. You can keep the clothes, and I will contact you again."

Scott slapped his mask and opened it, then gasped for air. Everything he had just experienced had brought him a great shock. He kept repeating in his mouth: "No, no, no, thank you!"

But Hank had disconnected the voice link.

When Scott finally recovered and returned home, he began to quickly pack up everything, then put them all into his backpack and went out.

I climbed over the wall and entered the yard again, and found that I had returned to the villa.

Scott wanted to put the clothes back in the basement.

By the time he successfully put the clothes back to their original place and swiftly climbed over the wall.

A bright light shone over.

Then, the sound of sirens rang out all around, and the police shouted, "Get down on the ground!"

When I looked up, I saw that I was surrounded by police from all sides and there was no place to escape.

"You're under arrest!"

Scott raised his hands. "I didn't steal anything! I'm here to return what I stole."

But his excuses were of no use at all, and the police handcuffed his hands and took him back to the police station.

Scott's face was full of helplessness, anger, and a little bit of dissatisfaction.

This time he really wanted to return the things, but unexpectedly, he was caught by the police.

When they arrived at the police station, outside Scott's cell, his ex-wife's current boyfriend, who is also a police officer, said to Scott: "You almost made us believe that you were on the right path. Both mother and daughter believed in you very much."

Scott turned his head and looked at him when he heard this, and he heard him continue: "This will make them sad."

At this time, another policeman came over and said, "Someone wants to see you!"

Scott couldn't understand why someone wanted to see him right away after he was arrested, so he asked, "Who?"

"Your lawyer."

"My lawyer?" Scott couldn't believe it. With his poor appearance, how could he possibly hire a lawyer? Moreover, the lawyer came when he just came in.

Unable to resist his curiosity, Scott agreed to meet the so-called lawyer.

When he entered the small conversation room, the white-haired lawyer said, "I told you, I'll contact you again, Scott."

Scott opened his eyes wide when he heard the voice and looked carefully at the man in front of him who claimed to be his lawyer.

Then he continued, "Why do I feel like you prefer staying in jail?"

Scott stroked his forehead: “It’s you.”

"Sit down."

In a place that Scott didn't notice, many ants had blocked the surveillance cameras in the house so tightly that he couldn't see anything going on in the house.

When Scott sat down, he immediately began to apologize: "Sir, I'm sorry I stole that dress. I don't know why you hid it."

After hearing Scott apologize after sitting down, Hank said: "Maggie is right about you. Once times get tough, you'll go back to crime."

Scott lowered his head at his words.

Hank moved forward, from leaning back in his chair to leaning forward, crossing his hands on the table.

"As I see it, you have two choices: Either spend the rest of your life in prison, or return to the holding cell and await my further instructions."

Hank stared at Scott, wanting to know his reaction.