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After using a portal from the New York Sanctum directly back to the Pym Laboratories, Clark settled Bucky down before finding Hank Pym. He had intended to inquire about news of his aunt. However, the answer he received was, "She might be a superhuman, but I do not know."

Hank Pym, with a bit of a sour expression, said, "When I was at S.H.I.E.L.D., I didn't have the highest clearance, so there's a lot I'm unaware of."

Clark nodded slightly, perhaps understanding why Hank Pym decided to leave after discovering Howard Stark had duplicated the Pym Particles, and why S.H.I.E.L.D. did not stop him. After all, despite Hank Pym's vast capabilities, he was too self-centered, resembling a superhero like Captain America or Iron Man more than an agent, with many secrets not suitable for him to know.

It wasn't about trust, but a matter of incompatibility with personal principles.

The biggest difference lies in how one reacts to conflicts with their principles; agents prioritize completing missions, while superheroes demand explanations.

Some matters can't be agreed upon through mere discussion, like the Sokovia Accords.

In such cases, letting go might be the best choice.

While drinking juice, Clark slowly recounted his experiences, omitting the indescribable wonderful experience he had with Hill.

After hearing Clark's story, Hank Pym frowned, "Based on your description, your aunt hasn't shown any superhuman abilities in front of you. How did you start suspecting she's a superhuman?"

"When I was seriously injured, my aunt transfused her blood into me. Upon waking up, I found not only had my strength increased, but there were also some changes in the energy within my body. To illustrate, let me show you with my qi..." As he spoke, Clark flicked his palm open, and an energy ball composed of highly condensed qi appeared.

Different from before, the originally invisible qi now emitted a pure white glow, looking quite dazzling.

Hank Pym nodded slightly, giving a thumbs up, "Impressive, it's very Dragon Ball. Has its power increased?"

Clark noticed the light orb in his palm start to flicker, "Now, my qi hasn't significantly increased in power, but I can adjust the brightness of this glow according to my will and the amount of qi released."

"To protect your eyes from damage, I'll test its maximum intensity later."

Clark's statement wasn't an exaggeration; the qi orb was casually formed and its brightness deliberately controlled. If not restrained, it could indeed harm ordinary human eyes.

Then, Hank Pym extended his right hand, palm up, in a gesture of asking for something.

Clark dissolved the qi orb, placing the resulting ring along with Hank Pym's fingers in his palm.

A profound understanding between the two, now no longer requiring words, even eye contact sufficed.

Placing the dried fingers on the experimental table, Hank Pym immediately began working, casually asking, "Do you suspect anyone in particular for this attack?"

"Alexander Pierce."

Hank Pym paused, then turned to ask, "Why?"

"Hill was poisoned with a drug that could evade S.H.I.E.L.D.'s detection. Apart from S.H.I.E.L.D.'s top brass, who else could master the effects and flaws of such substances?"

"Just on that basis?" Hank Pym frowned slightly, "Do you know what kind of drug it was, and what symptoms it causes after taking effect?"

"Well... okay, I admit my suspicion towards Pierce is because I saw related images in the quantum realm."

With that, Clark didn't give Hank Pym a chance to continue questioning and headed out, "After all this trouble and a narrow escape from death, I need to rest early. We'll talk more later."

With those words, Clark left Hank Pym's laboratory as if fleeing.

Watching Clark leave, Hank Pym couldn't help but show a sly smile, "Ah, the youth, making a big deal out of nothing."

"But it seems our Hope doesn't stand a chance, what a pity..."

"Let it be! The affairs of the young, let them solve it themselves."

"As for this ring... it's quite interesting!"

...

Clark's mood has been terrible these past few days, utterly awful!

The ambush on Hill and Clark was clearly an inside job.

Knowing they were using S.H.I.E.L.D.'s internal aircraft and the wind zero, where each crew member was a core member of S.H.I.E.L.D., the assassination attempt suggested a mole. Denying it would be an insult to his intelligence.

What frustrated him more was that, after the assassination attempt, the aircraft exploded in mid-air. Except for Hill and Clark, who had dropped out earlier, all personnel died, leaving him no leads to investigate.

Furthermore, from Hill's report, an outsider mixed in on the plane underwent a physical transformation and self-detonated after the assassination failed...

On the other hand, the psychologist he sent Black Widow to assist, tasked with investigating Hydra agents within S.H.I.E.L.D., was also killed. Shot through by the Winter Soldier, killing the expert after penetrating Black Widow. Not even the battle-hardened Black Widow was spared from nearly dying in the line of duty.

From Hill, Clark finally heard the shocking news that Pierce might be the mastermind. He could hardly believe it yet had no choice but to.

To carry out such an assassination and master S.H.I.E.L.D.'s detection equipment, it had to be someone at the top of S.H.I.E.L.D., and Pierce was one of those top officials!

With a heavy heart, Clark returned to his office, his pupil sharply focusing.

Turns out, a casually dressed, strikingly handsome Asian youth was lounging on the sofa, appearing as if he had been waiting for a long time.

This person was Clark!

Closing the door, Clark asked with a dark face, "How did you get in here?"

"With all due respect, Director Fury," Clark replied calmly, "when you barged into my office, I didn't ask you the same question."

That's different!

Your barely guarded office and my fortified director's office of S.H.I.E.L.D., are they even comparable?

This is clearly revenge!

Yet, these thoughts remained unspoken, and Clark retorted without yielding, "I remember last time I barged into your office, you said that even if you killed me on the spot, it would be self-defense. Now, I return the sentiment."

Clark raised an eyebrow, "You sure you can take me on?"

Clark received an impression score of +555 from Nick Fury!

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