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At this time, a restaurant in New York.

About 30 years old, but with a scumbag and a sense of vicissitudes, he can no longer be called a young uncle. Wearing a waiter suit, he squatted in a daze at the restaurant door in frustration.

His name is Scott Lang. He was in jail for stealing, and he had only been out for a few months. Although he barely found a job at the bottom, after the divorce, even the custody of a few-year-old daughter could hardly get back.

Scott now needs a sum of money, a large sum of money, and it is estimated that he will not earn it in half his life as a waiter.

Perhaps knowing Scott's current situation, twos and threes of his "old friends" appeared in front of him again, offering him a cake-like advice to him in a difficult situation.

After Scott heard the old friend's suggestion, he didn't think too much, and immediately refused.

"Stole? Please, I have washed my hands with the golden plate and can't go to jail again!"

"Shhh, man, keep it quiet."

One of the fat cheeks put Scott's shoulders on him and said in a low voice.

"We really need you this time. I can guarantee that this is your last order. As long as you put it down, the money you will get will not only worry about the rest of your own life, but even your daughter will be able to return to you." Around."

Scott was silent and had to say that he was moved, and he could do anything for his daughter.

"Tell me, who is the target." Scott said solemnly.

"I know, you won't refuse."

The fat man made a fist in excitement and said simply.

"The other party is a businessman and scientist. He has real estate in many places in New York. He has a villa that has been idle for a long time. According to my understanding, there is a super safe room. By the way, the businessman's name is Hank Pim..."

Late that night, a van with curtains was parked on the road in the villa area.

"I'm going."

Scott, wearing a night suit, put on his headset and mask, and got out of the back door of the van.

The other accomplices who stayed in the car manipulated various instruments and equipment, shielded nearby surveillance and signals, and monitored every move in the nearby streets, with a level of professionalism no less than that of international thieves.

After Scott left the van, he approached the target villa in diameter. He came to the wall, climbed into the courtyard skillfully and dexterously, opened the anti-theft window with a tool, and got into the villa.

"It didn't trigger the alarm system, this guy is amazing!"

Sitting in the modified car, Louis’s network genius friends couldn’t help but exaggerate when he saw Scott’s performance.

"Otherwise, why do you think I would have to ask him for this vote, he is professional!"

Hearing the feelings of his fellow friends, Louis said proudly.

Then, they continued to carefully monitor the situation in the villa and the surrounding area to ensure that no accidents would happen.

"Along the hall, there is a staircase on the right hand side, go up to the second floor, and the goal is the third storage room in the top..."

Following the instructions of his companion from the headset, Scott turned on the flashlight and went to the storage room on the second floor. When he saw the fingerprint security door, the corner of his mouth couldn't help but smile.

This is too pediatric, so naturally it can't trouble him.

Stick the old fingerprints left by the handle with tape to reproduce the lines, and then pass the scanning checkpoints with the re-engraved fingerprints.

Five minutes later.

Scott did not touch any alarms, and smoothly entered the storage room, and saw the thickened steel insurance door that was two meters long and one meter wide.

"It seems we need something real!"

Looking at the insurance door from the last century in front of him, Scott murmured.

"what did you say?"

The people outside asked puzzledly.

Scott didn't even think about explaining, he was a little surprised after checking the door.

"No wonder you are looking for me, this is a troublesome guy." Scott exclaimed.

"What's the matter?" the companion asked suspiciously.

"It's Carbondale, made in 1910, using Titanic steel."

Scott smiled habitually.

"Remember to hit an iceberg? It's cold-resistant."

Scott is a former chief engineer and a top thief. He knows how to pry open the safe at a glance.

A small hole is drilled in the main structure of the safety door. After a large amount of water is injected, the freezing is accelerated by liquid nitrogen, and the inside and outside of the safety door quickly freeze into ice...

‘Boom! ’

After a while, the entire safety door exploded directly, and the door fell to the floor with a bang.

Hearing the sound of breaking the door, the companion over the headset could not hide the excitement.

"Look, what's in it!"

Scott was also very excited, and with a stride, he crossed the fallen steel door and entered the safe room.

But inside was empty, there was only a table on which was placed a set of dusty crimson motorcycle suits, plus a strange helmet.

"What is this stuff?"

Scott opened his mouth wide and was completely speechless.

"There is nothing in it!"

Looking at the empty room, with no cash and no jewels, Scott drank it angrily.

"What? Nothing? No cash, no jewelry?"

Hearing Scott's words through the headset, Louis in the carriage outside was also very surprised.

"No! There is only one motorcycle suit!"

Seeing the weird motorcycle uniform on the table in front of him, Scott couldn't tell the depression. After finally choosing to shoot once, I did not expect to encounter this situation.

"I'm sorry, Scott, I know you really need this money."

Make sure that there is nothing of value in the vault, and Louis is also sorry, after all, he got the news from elsewhere.

"Forget it, come back, let's think of another way."

"know."

Then, based on the principle of not returning empty-handed, Scott quickly installed the seemingly weird motorcycle suit. Then, he left the villa and quickly left with the modified minivan parked on the side of the road.

The atmosphere in the van parked on the side of the highway ~lightnovelpub.net~ was very depressing. The three accomplices stared directly at Scott, with ugly faces as if they thought they were cakes, but they took a bite of feces.

"So, we tossed all night, and what we got was this old motorcycle suit?"

The corners of the fat man's mouth twitched slightly, looking at the strange clothes stolen from behind the double security door of the villa in Scott's hands.

Another companion added.

"To be more precise, it is a bizarre motorcycle suit. I don't even want this second-hand clothes to be put online for five dollars."

"What else can I do, let's withdraw first, this time it's a car overturned."

The fat man sighed heavily.

Scott looked down at the uniform in his hand. As a former engineer, his instinct told him that this dress could never be just a simple motorcycle suit.

Will the motorcycle gown be placed behind the Carbendale security door? Moreover, it was covered with dust. Obviously, some people have cherished it for many years, and it is not a mistake to put it in it.