Hank Pim was not interested in all the visions depicted by Salomon. He was one of the few who could not be moved by Salomon's charming speech. This was thanks to his stubborn and irritable temper. In his own words, he had already contributed to human peace and no one could ask him to do more. When Salomon revealed to him that he had accepted the legacy of S.H.E.L.D. and told him the story of the Brotherhood of the Shield, the weird old man just snorted coldly and did not answer, as if the wild story that happened in 2620 BC was just a story to him. Salomon, the crazy young man who came to him, should go to the hospital to see his brain.

Now there are people who regard science as magic. Can such people be admitted to Oxford University?

"Kosmos, this is the source of the power of Pim's particles." Seeing the old guy pulling the bolt, Salomon leaned against the door frame slowly, looking careless. "I dare to guarantee that you have never figured out why those subatomic particles can make you 'violate' the square-standard rule." Salomon made a quote gesture. This law is a law that describes proportions mathematically, and is widely used in engineering and bioengineering. Galileo first described in "Galileo's Two New Sciences": When an object experiences proportional growth in size, its volume increases cubicly and its surface area increases squarely.

Pim particles not only violate statics, but also physiology, at least it seems.

"I know!" Dr. Pim seemed to be angry, "I know! I invented Pim particles!"

"You just collected and separated those subatomic particles, Dr. Pim." Salomon still looked careless, "Energy has always been conserved. When you change the size of your body, extra or reduced energy/matter will be diverted into a dimension called Cosmos, and that dimension is the source of those subatomic particles."

Dr. Pim slowed down his movements. He had no intention of firing the bullet that had been damp for a long time, and he was reluctant to waste other bullets that accompanied him through the war on Salomon.

"That's a small place, related to the quantum field and fractal cosmology. I think you should be familiar with this theory. There is a pollen that can change the size of an object in that dimension, and the Pim particles are the product of diffusion when the dimension is displaced." Salomon said. "You did study the use of Pim particles, but I think you shouldn't mind knowing more about your products?"

Dr. Pim remained silent. He looked at Salomon through his old-fashioned glasses. "How did you know this?"

"I went back to the library and found a description of the dimension of Cosmos." Salomon straightened his back, but then he relaxed again because he accidentally pushed his forehead against the door frame. "It was an inconspicuous alien space." He said, "There is no magical entity, there are only some small insect races. You may think that the idea of ​​controlling ants comes from yourself, but through the impression of Cosmos pollen, even if you don't use ants, it will use other insects. At least it's green, because Kosmosians are green."

"Where did you get this knowledge? It's certainly not Bodley. I've read Bodley's collection!"

"It's not Bodley, but my library." Salomon said calmly, "We can exchange, Dr. Pim. It's a mutually beneficial process. I think I have what you need here, and I need the help you provide to fight enemies from all over the universe."

"Only this time." Dr. Pim said in a deep voice, as if he had forgotten who had urged Salomon to exchange knowledge about the time-space shuttle service last time, completely ignoring that Salomon was still in London. He even called Salomon's mentor and told them that Salomon didn't need to waste time in undergraduate studies. Salomon nodded with a smile on his face.

Although Dr. Pim always says only once, there is always next time, and then there is next time.

This person is just a verbal discourse.

"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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"Dear, I smell the woman on you. It should be a red-haired woman." Beyonetta turned around Salomon for a few times and easily came to the conclusion. She teased the long black hair hanging on her shoulders, and a few strands of hair stuck to her fair neck. Like Joan of Arc, her face was covered with sweat, and you could smell the charming hormones on her body with a little closer, which was a fatal perfume smell for Salomon. It was obvious that the witches who were unemployed recently did aerobics and yoga with TV shows.

"And it's curly hair." The witch put one hand on her hips, raised her chin, looking arrogant. She was wearing a dark black sports tights, revealing the charming vest line and vague abdominal muscles at her waist. Salomon is 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 fitness blessed by the Holy Seal, Salomon would probably be crushed by her.

"You should smell the old man. You must not believe how annoying the scientific consultant I just hired is. That is an extremely stubborn old man!" He complained angrily, without any panic in his heart. Nothing happened between him and Lorelai, everything was proven by professional psychology (the argumentator is himself), without any emotional or lustful elements, and nothing bad happened. Work is work, life is life, and he clearly distinguishes it.

"Hank Pim always thinks he is right and others are wrong. He wants to beat me several times!"

"uh-huh?"

Salomon opened his arms, stepped forward and hugged the witch's slender waist, while greedily burying his head into Beyonita's neck, breathing the witch's fragrance. This strong desire prompted him to kiss Beyonita's elegant and slender neck. She easily extinguished the depressed flame in Salomon's heart, and grabbed it into a soft and comfortable sofa and blanket, which made him suddenly relax. Then, he felt that the back of his head was hit hard by a fast-flying soft object.

Beyonita chuckled with a teasing chuckle. Salomon felt that today was a good day on the back of her head.

Joan of Arc stared at them in a depressed mood. "The bed is over there." She pointed to the bedroom and said with an angry expression, "You can close the door or not, anyway, you don't avoid me when you do that!"

"Are you angry that we didn't invite you, Joan of Arc?" Beyonetta said with a smile.

"No, I'm angry because you disturbed my sleep!"

"Oh? Who is that always looking at him secretly, and his hands are not honest?"

"Seresa!" Joan of Arm stood up from the yoga blanket with a red face and stomped a few indignation. She immediately realized that her actions were too childish. Seeing Salomon holding back the corner of her mouth, she was immediately angry and took out two gray magic pistols from her long white shawl hair.
Chapter completed!