Pym Cross

New England, Connecticut.

Forty-five years earlier.

"They’re all down. The surprise attack was a success. Our insider played a major role; none of them saw it coming."

Crossbones looked at the crashed Avengers Quinjet and reported the battle situation to Red Skull in a raspy, slightly excited voice.

"All the Avengers are down."

"Not all of them!"

Suddenly, a deafening roar came from directly above Crossbones.

Crossbones turned around in shock, only to see an enormous foot descending upon him like a mountain.

The terrifying range gave him no chance to dodge. Crossbones’ eyes widened, and he could only cross his arms before him, trying to block that devastating sole.

The next moment, the foot filled with rage stomped down, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Crossbones did not even have time to make a sound. The people around him could only see blood spraying out from beneath the sole.

"You damned bastards! You think this is over?! We will never stop fighting! Never!"

Beneath the full moon, Ant-Man’s colossal body blotted out the sky. He roared wildly like an enraged beast. Looking down at the Hydra soldiers gathered below, along with countless tanks and artillery pieces, Ant-Man had already prepared himself for the worst.

"Haha, you talk big, Pym. But that won’t be enough to keep you alive."

Below, Abomination, Avalanche, Egghead, and the other supervillains laughed mockingly at Ant-Man’s resistance.

Although Pym Particles could enlarge his body to an immense size, he was already at the end of his rope. Their plan had succeeded. Many superheroes had been defeated, and Pym would be no exception.

Still, mockery aside, they continued to slowly retreat. A crazed Hank Pym was still incredibly destructive. Crossbones’ fate was a perfect example, and no one wanted to be next.

"Hank, I’ll help you."

Wasp fluttered over on her wings, but Vulture and Hobgoblin quickly set their sights on her.

These supercriminals had clearly rehearsed this plan countless times beforehand. To truly eliminate the heroes in one stroke, they had assembled every villain and grouped them according to each person’s traits.

Seeing this, Ant-Man shouted and threw a punch at Hobgoblin, who was standing on a flying platform. But Hobgoblin had been prepared for it, and the punch missed its target.

But Ant-Man had achieved his goal. He did not want to defeat Hobgoblin; he only wanted to distract him. Sure enough, Wasp seized the opportunity. She thrust out both hands and unleashed a powerful current of electricity directly into Hobgoblin’s chest.

At the same time, Ant-Man turned and grabbed for Vulture. With all his attention on Wasp, Vulture was too late to evade. Ant-Man seized him in furious grip and crushed him into a bloody pulp.

There was no holding back anymore. There had been none since the war began.

S.H.I.E.L.D.’s Helicarrier had crashed in New York, and that was the signal for the supercriminals to launch their final assault. Hank Pym, Wasp, and the others had been attacked while preparing to aid the heroes in New York. These criminals had laid an ambush along their route.

They were already not far from the battlefield. Ant-Man’s towering form allowed him to clearly see the fires blazing over the horizon. The heroes there needed their help.

"Janet, you have to leave here as quickly as possible!"

Ant-Man shouted. He knew he could not get away. If anyone could reach the battlefield quickly, it was probably only the flying Wasp. As long as they dealt with the criminals who could fly as well, they would be unable to pursue her.

"Vision and Captain America are in Washington D.C. That’s where Red Skull is launching his final assault! Find them. They’ll know what to do. This is our only way!"

Then Ant-Man hurled Vulture’s corpse in his hand toward Hydra’s army and roared.

"I’ll hold them off. Go!"

"No!"

Tears welled in Wasp’s eyes as she looked at the cracks already spreading across Hank Pym’s goggles, her heart filled with grief.

"I can’t leave you here alone. I will never leave—"

She could not finish the rest of her words.

In that instant of hesitation, the enemy’s attack was already right before them. Ant-Man whipped around, and all he saw was his wife, Wasp, being pierced by a laser.

"Janet!"

A miserable roar echoed between heaven and earth. Hank Pym trembled with rage. His heart-wrenching bellow shook the surrounding soldiers back several steps, and quite a few of them were nearly deafened.

"I’ll kill you! I’ll kill all of you! Aaaah!!"

"The big guy’s mad! Fall back!" Avalanche called for the others to retreat, but he did the opposite himself and charged straight at Ant-Man.

"Pym, can you guess why we intercepted you here?" Avalanche sneered.

Unfortunately, Ant-Man, consumed by rage, did not hear him. Right now, Hank Pym only knew one thing: kill everyone before him.

But Avalanche did not care. He had not expected any response anyway.

Avalanche crouched down and slammed both hands against the ground, activating his power. The immense force of the vibrations instantly triggered an earthquake, and the flat ground shattered apart.

Ant-Man was about to attack, but the tremors caused him to misstep. The ground collapsed, and one of Pym’s legs plunged directly into a fissure torn open in the earth.

"You’re going to like this, Pym."

Avalanche pulled his lips into a savage grin.

"Even ants can bite an elephant to death."

From within the torn fissures in the earth, countless Subterraneans crawled out. There were so many of them, packed densely together. Under the cover of night, these little green monsters quickly climbed up Ant-Man’s leg, which was buried deep underground.

"No!"

Pain surged through his entire body, and Ant-Man let out a miserable cry.

The next moment, he felt something crawl into his mouth. Endless Subterraneans swarmed over him one after another, directly knocking Ant-Man to the ground.

Hank Pym’s enormous body crashed onto the ground, causing the entire earth to shake violently.

His vision gradually filled with the bodies of the Subterraneans, and Hank Pym’s arms dropped limply.

He closed his eyes in despair.

Forty-five years later.

Connecticut, Pym Cross.

Zhang Ye stared at the human skeleton that resembled a mountain. After a long silence, he merely let out a sigh.