I Sell Devil Fruits At American Comics

"definitely!"

Hope readily agreed without much hesitation.

She naturally knows how valuable such a group is.

Besides, Hope also really wants to know how many Devil Fruit Ability users like her are.

After obtaining Hope's consent, Luo Xia didn't have any nonsense, and immediately pulled Hope into the group.

Store manager: "@Everyone, attention everyone, our Devil Fruit House welcomes another family member, everyone welcome!"

Hop Van Dyne: "Hello everyone, I'm Hop Van Dyne, and I'm very happy to join this big family."

Deadpool, the king of water, was the first to emerge.

Wade Wilson: "Welcome newcomers, warm welcome, I am the store manager, second only to the handsome store manager. If the store manager is not here, he is the most handsome handsome man, Hope van Dyne? There is no doubt that this is a girl, I asked Girl, you must always use a mask, right?"

Wade Wilson: "If you use a mask, you can come to me, because I'm an endorsement for a mask now, and the brand said that if the sales are good, it will shoot a commercial for me. If it shoots a commercial for me, I will officially debut and become an actor. To become an actor, a handsome and attractive man like me will definitely become a star..."

Vanessa: "Wade shut up! If you don't shut up, the store manager will ban you!"

Vanessa: "I'm sorry Hope, Wade has another illness, don't take it to heart."

Charles Xavier: "Welcome newcomers, and congratulations to the store manager, Devil Fruit House is growing stronger and stronger."

Hop Van Dyne: "@Vanessa, it's serious, Mr. Wade is so enthusiastic, how can I take it to heart."

Hope van Dyne: "Thank you for your enthusiasm!"

After a brief greeting with everyone in the group, Hope withdrew and said goodbye to Luo Xia: "Then manager, I'll be leaving first, bye!"

"Bye-Bye!"

After waving to Luo Xia, Hope left the devil fruit store.

And with an uncontrollable excitement, he returned home immediately.

"Hope? Didn't you go shopping, why did you come back so soon?"

Hank Pym was doing some operations on the computer. Hearing the movement behind him, he couldn't help turning his head and glanced, and casually said to Hope.

"It was like this, but I came across a very incredible fruit shop, well, it's not a fruit shop, anyway, it's a very amazing shop, so, I changed my mind."

Hope still had indescribable excitement on his face, and he quickly came to Hank Pym.

Glancing at Hank Pym's computer screen, he saw that a person's information was displayed on it.

Hope took a closer look: Scott Lang.

Hope knows that Hank Pym has been looking for a suitable candidate, intending to carry out the impossible task for him: to sneak into the heavily guarded Claus Technology and steal the Hornets battle suit.

Although now that Hope has eaten the water fruit, all of this is no longer necessary, but Hope still raised doubts about the person Hank Pym found.

"He? If I'm not mistaken, he's a thief?" Hope said very speechlessly.

How could a thief be competent for such a level of task?

"Hope, don't underestimate him. Not everyone can crack the security system of the Vista Group. He is an electronic engineer and studied at MIT with a master's degree. He has the professional skills we need. "

Hank Pym introduced Hope seriously.

Hope couldn't help showing a strange look on his face.

Hearing Hank Pym's introduction, this person is really unusual. It stands to reason that he should be an elite class. How could he become a thief?

"Forget it, anyway, Hank, no matter who he is, we don't need it anymore, I can complete this task!" Hope said to Hank Pym confidently.

"Hope, we discussed this, you know my attitude."

Hank Pym shook his head resolutely and resolutely, "No! And... can you tell me that Dad can die?"

"No, Hank, you misunderstood me. I'm not talking about wearing an Ant-Man battle suit and then carrying out an Ant-Man invasion. What I'm talking about is another magical way."

Hope suddenly spoke to Hank Pym in an inscrutable tone.

"A more... magical way?"

Hank Pym raised his eyebrows, he really wanted to know, what kind of method can be called a magical method?

"Hope, well, you've managed to arouse my interest, so... what are you going to do?" Hank Pym stood up from his seat.

"Wait a moment."

Hope scanned the surroundings, then quickly walked to the refrigerator on the side, and said mysteriously, "Look out!"

After speaking, Hope directly stretched out his hand, and slowly approached the door of the refrigerator, trying cautiously.

Hank didn't know what kind of plane his daughter was doing, and looked at Hope's mysterious operation with a puzzled face.

To touch the refrigerator door?

So the magical way Hope intends to present himself, is this?

But the next moment, Hank Pym's eyes widened suddenly, revealing an unbelievable expression.

Because Hope's hand actually went right through the refrigerator door, all the way into the refrigerator!

Then he pulled his hand out of the refrigerator again, and in such a terrific way, he took out a bottle of Coke from the refrigerator.

puff!

Hope opened the Coke and took a sip: "Well, this taste is delicious!"

In front of his own father, he pretended to be aggressive.

Gudong!

Swallowing the cold liquid in his mouth in one gulp, Hope glanced at Hank Pym with confidence.

Sure enough, he saw Hank Pym staring at him dumbfounded.

"Hope, what happened just now?"

Hank's shocked voice sounded.

He quickly walked up to Hope, checked the Coke in Hope's hand, and checked the refrigerator door, only to feel that his three views were shattered.

The kind that shattered into dregs, and couldn't even be pieced together.

"There is no problem with the refrigerator, and Coke is real. Although I am not young, I am not yet to the point of being confused, so let me sort it out. Hope, you did put your hand through the refrigerator a minute ago and took it from inside. A can of Coke came out?"

Hank Pym froze for a moment, then stared at Hope in disbelief again, repeatedly confirming.

Hope smiled lightly, reached in through the refrigerator door again, took out another can of cold drink, and stuffed it into Hank Pym's hand: "What do you think?"

Hank Pym stared blankly at the can of beer in his hand, immediately messed up.