A Journey of American Comics Starting from the Zombie Universe

Chapter 32 Hank Pym
"Come with me, T'Challa, we're not far from my laboratory, hold on!"

Ant-Man slowly concentrated his strength, and within a few breaths, his body changed from its original normal size to a giant nearly ten meters high. He gently grabbed the corner of a burned-out car with his huge palm and threw it Pushing away, opened the way to the alley.

When Ant-Man twisted his neck back to normal size, he turned back to Black Panther and smiled.

T'Challa was breathing heavily, and the clothes on his body were badly damaged. Only the tight black leather mask on his body was intact.

Fortunately, he was not injured by those monsters, and the panther raised his head with difficulty, "Hank, did we get separated from the main force?"

And Hank Pym didn't seem to hear the Black Panther's question. He poked his head around the alley, as if to check if there were infected people in the dark alley.

"Oh my god, T'Challa, did you see what the American colonel looked like after he was bitten by that monster? In a few seconds, he turned into an irrational man-eating monster and ate the female reporter alive. !”

"Although I have seen it with my own eyes, until now I can't believe that the most righteous man in the world would hurt the person he wants to protect."

Hearing this, T'Challa's face instantly became sad. This incident was indeed extremely strange, but he couldn't do anything now, he could only silently pray in his heart that the virus would not be transmitted to Wakanda.

In this way, Wakanda's scientists will have time to develop an antidote. I believe that with the power of unparalleled high technology, we will be able to overcome this crisis.

Suddenly, T'Challa's eyes fell on Ant-Man's stomach, and he was surprised to find that Hank seemed to be covering something with his hands, with faint blood oozing from between his fingers, and he couldn't help but exclaimed: "Hank! You... What happened to your stomach? Did you get bitten by those zombies?!"

"No, it was not a bite, but a scratch from the steel bar. How could you think that way? My friend."

"I am not infected, you don't have to worry, let's move on, we are very close to the laboratory, we can take a break to save people."

Hank's voice had a hint of displeasure, and the left half of his face was obscured by shadows, making it impossible to see his expression clearly.

As soon as he finished speaking, he walked into the dark alley alone without waiting for the Black Panther to react.

This.
Hearing this, and Hank's attitude of taking the lead, can't help dispelling T'Challa's doubts in his heart. After all, when he ran out of ammunition and was surrounded by a dozen zombies just now, it was Hank who suddenly appeared and became bigger. He smashed them with a bunch of things to save himself, and said he would take himself to the safe house.

Besides, if he is infected, Hank should hurry up to find the antidote. How can he have the heart to save people on the street?

If Hank was infected, how could he still be walking with himself?
This makes absolutely no sense logically!

Thinking of this, T'Challa wished to give a big mouth to himself who had no clue just now. He actually treated the belly of a gentleman with a villain's heart, and misunderstood an Avenger veteran who had saved his life. Damn it! .

Sure enough, he is old. After this crisis is over, marry Storm and live in seclusion in Wakanda. He is getting more and more incomprehensible in this world.

As soon as he stepped into the invisible alley, he suddenly discovered that Ant-Man who had just entered the alley was missing.An ominous premonition came over him, the panther's heartbeat quickened and his muscles tensed.

Was Hank attacked?Or has he gone far in anger?
Subconsciously, T'Challa wanted to turn around and leave here, but the moment he turned his head, a huge slap came towards him, and his pupils dilated instantly.

"Oh!"

There was only a loud noise, and the black panther's body violently collided with the wall. The bricks on the wall collapsed one after another, and dust flew in all directions.Like a rag doll, his body slid limply to the ground without a sound.

And the huge slap also quickly became smaller, and finally grabbed the unconscious black panther's leg.

"Sorry, old friend."

Hank took off his mask and picked up T'Challa with a frosty face, but instead of walking into the alley, he walked to a store across the street, tapping lightly on the wall with his free hand. After a few clicks, Brick backed away with a click, revealing a hidden door.

Dragging the black panther inside, he seemed to be talking to himself or to his old friends:
"I have seen what it looks like after being infected with the virus. I don't want to have no food when I become like the colonel. I don't want you to understand."

"The appetites of creatures infected by these viruses are soaring, and there is no restraint. In less than a few weeks, those infected superpowers can eat up every living person in this world."

"I really want to turn back the clock and not be infected by that goddamn virus, but now it's done, and in a few minutes I'll be one of them."

As he spoke, Ant-Man dragged the unconscious Black Panther into a secret room. In the center of the secret room was a metal operating table, the smooth surface reflecting a faint light.Ant-Man gently strapped Black Panther to the operating table, making sure he was securely held there.

He stood beside the operating table, looking at the black panther's body, picked up a bone saw knife, and rubbed the blade lightly with his fingers.

"...And you'll be my little snack for supper."

The blade of the bone saw lightly touched T'Challa's skin, leaving a shallow cut on T'Challa's left arm. The blade stopped abruptly and was finally put away.

"I can already feel that hunger burning in my stomach pouch, starting to climb up my esophagus, but it's too early to eat you."

Hank Pym, whose face had turned a little livid, threw the bone saw knife into the metal bucket, rummaged through the box and found several tubes of anesthetic, and injected them all into T'Challa's body.

"Sleep a little longer, Your Majesty, when you wake up again, you don't have to worry about your people anymore."

After that, Ant-Man put on his hood, walked out of the secret room and locked the door. His height instantly expanded several times and turned into a giant several stories tall, and he ran into the distance with long strides.

He recalled the two messages he had just received. One was that the American colonel asked all zombie heroes to return to the Avengers House to discuss major issues.

Second, it was the little bitch Janet who bit her. This guy actually had the face to invite him to dinner, but for meat's sake, let's forgive her for the time being.

Hank, who was striding forward, paused for a moment, then bent down and grabbed a somewhat familiar figure. It seemed to be someone from the demolition team, the guy in yellow who was playing iron ball.

"Please! I will change my ways! I will never rob again! Please don't eat me!"

Hank's fingers gripped Thunderball's body like steel, and Thunderball struggled and let out a desperate cry.

With his strength, it was impossible to escape from the clutches of the giant in front of him. He once boasted to the pile driver that his strength could compete with the God of Thunder.

He suddenly regretted saying that now.

And that was his last thought.

The tall giant just smiled ferociously, and mercilessly threw the piece of meat into his locomotive-sized mouth.The sound of chewing echoed in the air.

It tasted fantastic.

　Thanks to the oceanographer for the reward of 500 starting coins~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)