Marvel Magic Event Book

Chapter 541 The True Source of Pym Particles (Second)
Hank Pym was not interested in all the visions Salomon painted, and he was one of the few people who was difficult to be moved by Salomon's charming speech.This is due to his stubborn and violent temper.In his own words, he has already contributed to the peace of mankind, and no one can ask him to do more.When Salomon revealed to him that he accepted the legacy of S.H.I.E.L.D. and told him the story of S.H.I.E.L.D. Brotherhood, the strange old man just snorted coldly and didn't answer, as if it happened in BC The wild and unconstrained story in 2620 was just a story to him. Salomon, the crazy young man who came to him, should go to the hospital to see his brain.

Now there are still people who regard science as magic, and such people can also be admitted to Oxford University?

"Kosmos, this is the source of Pym's particle power." Seeing the old guy pull the bolt, Salomon leaned against the doorframe leisurely, with a careless look. "I can assure you that you have never figured out why those subatomic particles allow you to 'violate' the square-cubic law." Salomon made a gesture of quotation marks.This law is a law that describes proportion mathematically, and is widely used in engineering and bioengineering.Galileo described it for the first time in "Galileo's Two New Sciences": When an object undergoes a proportional increase in size, its volume increases cubically and its surface area increases quadratically.

Pym particles defy not only statics, but physiology, at least it seems.

"I know!" Dr. Pym seemed exasperated. "I know! I invented the Pym particle!"

"You just collected and separated those subatomic particles, Dr. Pym." Salomon still had that casual look, "Energy is always conserved. When you change the size of your body, more or less energy/matter will be shunted into a dimension called Kosmos, and that dimension is where those subatomic particles come from."

Dr. Pym slowed down his movements.He didn't intend to fire the bullet that was already damp, and he was reluctant to waste the other bullets that accompanied him through the war on Salomon.

"It's a small place, related to the quantum realm and fractal cosmology. I think you should be familiar with this theory. In that dimension there is a kind of pollen that can change the size of objects, and the Pym particle is the diffusion when the dimension is displaced. products." Salomon said, "You have indeed researched the use of Pym particles, but I think you shouldn't mind knowing more about your products?"

Dr. Pym was silent.He looked at Salomon through his old-fashioned glasses. "How do you know this?"

"I went back to the library and looked through the books, and then I found a description about the dimension of Kosmos." Salomon straightened his back, but then he relaxed again, because he accidentally put his forehead on the door frame . "It was an unremarkable alien space," he said. "There were no magical entities, just some small insect races. You might think that the idea of ​​controlling ants came from yourself, but after the impression of Kosmos pollen, even if you don't use it Ants use other insects too. At least green ones, because Kosmosians are green."

"Where did you get this knowledge? It must not be Bodley, I have read Bodley's collection!"

"Not the Bodleian, but my library." Salomon said calmly. "We can exchange, Dr. Pym. This is a mutually beneficial process. I think I have what you need here, and I will Need your help to fight the messy enemies from all over the universe."

"Only this time." Dr. Pym said in a deep voice, as if he had forgotten who urged Salomon to exchange knowledge about the space-time shuttle suit last time, completely ignoring that Salomon was still in London.He even called Salomon's tutors and told them that Salomon didn't need to waste time in undergraduate.Salomon nodded with a smile on his face.

While Dr. Pym always says there's only one time, there's always a next time, and then the next time.

This man is duplicity.

"I can always have a cup of tea this time, right?" he said with a smile. "I can't believe there's only instant coffee here."

--------------

"Honey, I smell a woman on you. It should be a red-haired woman." Bayoneta walked around Salomon a few times and came to a conclusion easily.She brushed back her long black hair hanging from her shoulders, and there were still a few strands of hair sticking to her fair neck.Like Joan, her face was covered with sweat, and she could smell the charming hormones on her body a little closer, which was a deadly perfume for Salomon.Apparently, witches who have been at home lately have followed the shows on TV doing aerobics and yoga.

"And it still has curly hair." The witch put her hands on her hips, raised her chin, and looked arrogant.She was wearing a dark black sports tights, revealing the charming vest line of the waist and faint abs.Salomon is extremely obsessed with the Witch, especially her long legs and waist and abdomen - the Witch's waist and abdomen are extremely powerful. If it weren't for the physical fitness blessed by the stigmata, Salomon would probably have his spine crushed by her.

"You should smell like an old man. You can't believe how annoying the scientific advisor I just hired is. That's a stubborn old man!" he complained indignantly, without panic.Nothing happened between him and Lorelei, everything was proved by professional psychology (the witness was himself), there was no emotional or sexual element, and nothing bad happened.Work is work, life is life, he makes it very clear.

"Hank Pym always thinks he's right and everyone else is wrong. Several times he tried to beat me up!"

"uh-huh?"

Salomon opened his arms and stepped forward to hug the witch's slender waist. At the same time, he greedily buried his head in Beunita's neck, breathing in the witch's fragrance.This strong desire prompted him to kiss Bayonetta's elegant and slender neck. She easily extinguished the flame of depression in Salomon's heart and turned it into a soft and comfortable sofa and blanket, which made him suddenly relaxed. .Immediately afterwards, he felt that the back of his head was hit hard by a fast-flying soft object.

Bayonetta let out a teasing chuckle.Salomon felt that today was a good day for the back of his head.

Joan stared at them sullenly. "The bed is over there." She pointed to the bedroom and said with an angry expression, "You can close the door or not, anyway, you don't shy away from me when you do that kind of thing!"

"Are you angry that we didn't invite you, Joan?" Bayonetta said with a smile.

"No, I'm angry because you disturbed my sleep!"

"Oh? Then who is always secretly looking straight in the eye, and who is dishonest?"

"Ceresa!" Joan stood up from the yoga blanket with a flushed face, and stomped a few times angrily.She immediately realized that her actions were too naive.Seeing Salomon holding back the upturned mouth, she was immediately outraged, and took out two gray magic pistols from her long white shawl hair.

"How dare you laugh at me, Salomon!"

　Ask for a ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)