Hank Pym was not interested in any of the visions Salomon painted, and he was one of the few people who could not be moved by Salomon's charismatic speeches. This was due to his stubborn and violent temper. In his own words
, he has already contributed to human peace, and no one can ask him to do more. When Salomon revealed to him that he accepted the legacy of SHIELD and told him the story of the SHIELD Brotherhood,
The strange old man just snorted coldly and didn't answer, as if the fantastic story that happened in 2620 BC was just a story to him. Salomon, the crazy young man, came to his door.
You should go to the hospital to have your brain checked.
There are still people who regard science as magic. Can such people be admitted to Oxford University?
"Kosmos, this is the source of Pym's particle power." Seeing the old guy pulling the bolt of the gun, Salomon leaned against the door frame unhurriedly, looking careless. "I can guarantee it.
"You definitely don't understand why those subatomic particles allow you to 'violate' the square-cubic law." Salomon made a gesture of quotation marks. This law is a mathematical law describing proportions and is widely used in engineering.
Science and bioengineering. Galileo first described it in "galileo's two new sciences": When an object experiences a proportional increase in size, its volume increases cubically and its surface area increases squarely.
Pym particles violate not only statics but also physiology, or so it seems.
"I know!" Dr. Pym seemed to be irritated, "I know! I invented the Pym particle!"
"You just collected and separated those subatomic particles, Dr. Pym." Salomon still looked nonchalant, "Energy is always conserved. When you change the size of your body, you gain or lose energy/matter.
will be shunted into a dimension called Cosmos, and that dimension is the source of those subatomic particles."
Dr. Pym slowed down his movements. He had no intention of firing the bullet that had already become damp, and he was unwilling to waste the other bullets that had accompanied him through the war on Salomon.
"That'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 Pym particles are the ones that diffuse when that dimension is displaced.
product." Salomon said, "You have indeed studied the use of Pym particles, but I think you wouldn't mind knowing more about your product?"
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 of the dimension of Cosmos." Salomon straightened his back, but then he relaxed again because he accidentally pressed his head against the door frame.
"It was an inconspicuous alien space." He said, "There are no magical entities, just some small insect races. You may think that the idea of controlling ants comes from you, but through the impression of Kosmos pollen, even if it is not
Using ants will also use other insects. At least the green ones, because kosmosians are green."
"Where did you get this knowledge? It's definitely not Bodleian. I've seen Bodleian's collection of books!"
"It's not 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 also
Your help is needed to fight 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 time travel suit last time, completely ignoring that Salomon was still in London. He even called Salomon.
Salomon's tutor told them that Salomon did not need to waste time in undergraduate studies. Salomon nodded with a smile on his face.
Although Dr. Pym always says there's only one time, there's always a next time, and then there's the next time.
This person is just telling the truth.
"I can always have a cup of tea this time, right?" he said with a smile, "I don't believe there is only instant coffee here."
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"My dear, I smell a woman's scent on you. It should be a red-haired woman." Bayonetta walked around Salomon a few times and came to the conclusion easily. She picked up the hair hanging on her shoulder.
She has long black hair, and a few hair strands are stuck to her fair neck. Like Joan of Arc, her face is also covered with sweat. If you get closer, you can smell the charming hormonal smell on her body. This is very important to Salomon.
It's said to be a perfume that can kill people. Apparently, the witches who have been idle recently are doing aerobics and yoga according to the programs on TV.
"And she has curly hair." The witch put her hands on her hips and raised her chin, looking arrogant. She was wearing a dark black sports tights, revealing the charming waistcoat line and vague abdominal muscles. Salomon was 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 quality blessed by the stigmata, Salomon would probably have his spine crushed by her.
"You should smell the smell of an old man. You must not believe how annoying the scientific consultant I just hired is. He is an extremely stubborn old man!" He complained angrily, without any panic in his heart. He and
Nothing happened to Lorelei. Everything was demonstrated by professional psychology (the demonstrator was himself). There was no emotional or erotic element, and nothing bad happened. Work is work, and life is life.
He distinguished clearly.
"Hank Pym always thinks that he is right and others are wrong. He wanted to punch me several times!"
"uh-huh?"
Salomon opened his arms, stepped forward and hugged the witch's slender waist. At the same time, he greedily buried his head in Bayonetta's neck, breathing in the scent of the witch. This strong lust prompted him to kiss Bayonetta.
With her elegant and slender neck, she easily extinguished the flames of depression in Salomon's heart and turned it into a soft and comfortable sofa and blanket, making him suddenly relax. Then, he felt a hand on the back of his head.
The fast flying soft object hit hard.
Bayonetta let out a teasing chuckle. Salomon felt that today was Good Friday on the back of his head.
Joan of Arc stared at them gloomily. "The bed is over there." She pointed to the bedroom and said with an angry expression, "You can close the door or not, but you don't shy away from me when you do that kind of thing anyway!
"
"Are you angry because we didn't invite you, Jeanne?" Bayonetta said with a smile.
"No, I'm angry because you disturbed my sleep!"
"Oh? Then who is always looking secretly and being dishonest?"
"Ceresa!" Joan stood up from the yoga mat with a flushed face and stamped her feet angrily. She immediately realized that her behavior was too childish. She saw Salomon holding back the corners of his mouth and said,
Suddenly out of breath, he took out two gray magic pistols from his long white shawl hair.