Chapter 114: San Francisco and Pym Technologies

Bullying Peter was one of John's few pastimes.

After all, he was the future Spider-Man. If he didn't bully him, who was to say someone else wouldn't?

According to the law of conservation of energy, as long as he bullied Peter enough now, the probability of him being bullied in the future would be greatly reduced.

A flawless, self-serving logic.

For a moment, John felt truly great.

Only Shang-Chi looked at him with a hesitant expression.

It's one thing to deceive others, but how do you manage to deceive yourself?

After his guest appearance as a landlord, John returned to his days in the laboratory.

The current Destroyer Armor was far more than just a remote-controlled puppet.

John snapped his fingers, and the Destroyer Armor's faceplate opened.

A scorching energy beam struck the target.

His control was now on par with Loki's.

Waving away the golden runes, John pondered, "The Destroyer Armor's permission unlock is probably around twenty percent."

He then looked at the Casket of Ancient Winters, before his gaze swept over and landed on two other items.

One was a serum found in Satan's Mansion, and the other was the Pym Particles exchanged from Fury.

In the grand scheme of Marvel, there were always times that made one wonder if Earth, so often called backward, was truly backward.

Take Pym Particles, for example.

When Chitauri technology could already invade other planets, this thing could shrink and enlarge people.

It would even become a crucial item in the future.

This kind of black technology was, in some ways, even more powerful than Chitauri tech.

"I remember Dad also had shares in Pym Technologies."

John stroked his chin.

Pym Technologies was different from Hammer Industries; its scale was nowhere near as large.

His father's initial investment was probably just a casual act.

There was a time when he was quite fond of investing.

Yes, it was during the period when he was trying to compare family status, striving to make his son a rich second-generation heir.

It's a pity that even with such effort, he didn't succeed.

Because his son was already a rich first-generation himself.

John picked up the vial of Pym Particles; the red substance was not water.

If this technology could be released, it would bring a brand new technological revolution to the world.

Unfortunately, such an idea was not realistic.

John also did not want to release it.

"Moss, search for Pym Technologies' information for me."

"Yes, Mr."

Moss was very fast.

All of Pym Technologies' information was displayed on the screen.

John stared at the information.

"The president of Pym Technologies isn't surnamed Pym?"

Looking at the bald man named Darren Cross, John mused that Americans really seemed to like the bald hairstyle.

Just among the bald people he knew, there were quite a few, and they came in various colors.

"Dad doesn't have that many shares here," John said thoughtfully.

This man, Darren Cross, had been searching for the technology to shrink living beings.

Giving it to him for free was not John's style.

Since that was the case, it would be better to look for opportunities for cooperation.

Since this technology couldn't be used militarily, it could serve him instead.

As for Ant-Man... helping him could also make him Ant-Man.

Considering this, John prepared to go to Pym Technologies.

Casually stuffing the Pym Particles into his pocket, John walked out of the lab.

After many days, Ferdinand finally returned to his old job.

He carefully breathed on a luxury car and wiped the dust off it with his sleeve.

Seeing John come out, he quickly opened the door for him.

From an initial street punk to the pride of the family now.

Ferdinand was already used to all this, especially when his cousin—a distant relative—personally came to visit and express gratitude.

That moment was the most face-saving moment for the Pierce family.

"Boss, where are we going?"

"Pym Technologies."

"Okay..." As a driver, Ferdinand had developed the habit of entering the address into the navigation while John was speaking.

When the navigation showed the company's location, Ferdinand fell silent.

"Boss, the company you mentioned... it's in San Francisco."

After speaking, Ferdinand looked at John.

He didn't think driving for a cross-state trip was a wise choice.

John also fell silent. He hadn't expected Pym Technologies to be so far away.

The two looked at each other without a word.

***

A week later.

The originally shiny and luxurious car was now covered in dust.

Ferdinand went from feeling distressed at first to becoming numb later.

San Francisco.

The surrounding architectural style was different from New York, with fewer skyscrapers, as if there was an added layer of a warm-colored filter.

Ferdinand truly hadn't expected that his boss was still so stubborn. He said he would drive over, and he actually drove over.

After driving for a week, Ferdinand felt like his butt was almost numb.

The car was stopped before entering Pym Technologies' gate.

The security guard at the entrance looked at the luxury car and gave it enough attention, personally asking for their purpose.

"A shareholder who hasn't been here for a long time, coming in to observe my assets."

John looked at the security guard and chuckled. "Report to Darren Cross, tell him John Wick is here."

Hearing this name and the other party's casual attitude towards their president.

The security guard also didn't dare to stop them anymore.

The car stopped in front of Pym Technologies, and John got out.

"Just treat it as a trip," John said casually. "It's quite interesting, isn't it?"

Ferdinand looked resentful; this trip was far too casual.

John glanced at the expression on his face and said lightly, "Add a thousand."

"Boss, just give the order if you need anything." Ferdinand had a brilliant smile on his face.

As a worker, what could be more comfortable than being humiliated by the Boss using the power of money?

The two walked into Pym Technologies. Darren Cross already knew from the security guard at the entrance that the shareholder who hadn't been involved for years had arrived.

He had already come to the entrance to wait.

"Welcome, Mr. Wick." Darren was not like those ignorant security guards.

He naturally knew this influential figure who held shares in Pym Technologies.

In the past year, John had appeared in Vanity Fair magazine quite a few times.

Darren warmly shook hands with John.

He leaned closer to John and whispered, "Your arrival is truly overwhelming, Mr. Wick."

Although he said that, there was reluctance and apprehension in his eyes.

The last company, Hammer Industries, which also had a similar shareholder situation, had completely become Wick's.

Although Pym Technologies was not founded by Darren, he was unwilling to let this company fall into someone else's hands for free.

Beside him, a black-haired woman in professional attire also smiled slightly and said, "Mr. Wick, welcome."

"This is Ms. Hope Pym," Darren said, stating the woman's name.

With Pym in her name, her identity was clear.

John smiled slightly and said, "Hello, Ms. Pym."

He looked at Darren and smiled. "I hope my arrival won't disturb you."

"Of course not," Darren gave a fake smile. "I will personally give you a tour."

"Thank you." John was also not being polite.

Darren had Hope leave and personally took John on the tour.

Pym Technologies was different from Taran Industries; it was a company that researched and developed technological products.

John toured around and walked into a door labeled "Future Lab."

Inside were researchers wearing white coats. John casually toured, occasionally nodding as he listened to Darren.

When the tour was almost over, John stopped.

"Are you interested in making a deal, Mr. Cross?" John smiled slightly.

Darren looked at this unbelievably young man, and a warning bell rang in his heart.

Was he finally showing his true colors?

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