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Hope van Dyne.

She is the daughter of Hank Pym, a key figure in the first generation of Ant-Man, and is widely known as the second-generation Wasp. She is also the girlfriend of Scott Lang, the second-generation Ant-Man.

In the movie, Hope van Dyne works as Hank Pym's spy inside Cross Technologies. She helps him prevent the company from weaponizing the Hornet suits. To accomplish this, she teams up with Hank Pym and Scott Lang to steal the Hornet prototype from Cross Technologies.

"I have to say, this is a very stupid plan—simple, but crude."

Anton couldn't help but wonder: Would merely stealing the Hornet suit have any real impact on Cross Technologies' future actions?

If the company had already mastered the process of manufacturing Hornet battle suits, taking just one prototype wouldn't change much. At best, it would be a minor setback, barely interfering with their long-term goals.

Unless, of course, Cross Technologies had not yet deciphered the Pym Particle. If their ability to create the Hornet suits relied solely on remnants of Pym's old technology—leftover from before Pym Technologies was rebranded as Cross Technologies—then their supply of Pym Particles would be extremely limited. In that case, stealing the prototype might actually be a strategic move.

But even then, something didn't quite add up.

In Ant-Man, Darren Cross's entire plan hinged on mass-producing the Hornet suits. He had even struck a deal with Mitchell Carson from Hydra to sell them in bulk. 

If Cross truly had the ability to manufacture more, then stealing just one suit wouldn't have made a meaningful difference—unless, by sheer luck, Pym and his allies managed to eliminate Cross in the process.

Anton shook his head and dismissed the thought.

Movies are movies, after all. In the real world, plots can serve as inspiration, but they aren't gospel.

And right now, in Anton's world, the plot had already changed.

As the military launched an operation against Mitchell Carson, both Carson and Darren Cross were in a state of panic. 

Taking advantage of the chaos, Hope van Dyne seized the opportunity. Using her position as a senior executive at Cross Technologies, she accessed Future Lab's secure systems, bypassed the security protocols, and retrieved all the data on the Hornet project.

Of course, that wasn't her only move.

After copying the data, Hope deleted every file and wiped all backup copies before casually exiting the lab.

She never noticed that, the moment she bypassed the security system, her every action was being monitored. A pair of unseen eyes tracked her movements, silently copying every file from her external drive.

And as she left, those eyes continued watching.

Anton leaned back in his office chair, a relaxed smile on his face.

"Now, the rest is easy."

Somewhere in Manhattan.

Mitchell Carson stood on a rooftop, preparing to board a helicopter.

He glanced at his phone.

Surveillance cameras covered not just the building but also the surrounding streets. His men were already in position, hiding in various corners, waiting for their targets to arrive.

The military wasn't his only problem. Darren Cross had also sent a team of international mercenaries to intervene.

And they were all on Carson's radar.

This was his warning to Darren Cross.

"Let's go."

After hanging up the call with Darren Cross, Mitchell Carson turned to the helicopter pilot in front of him and gave the order with a calm expression.

The revelation of his true identity had caught him off guard.

However, after the Washington Incident and the mass exodus of Hydra operatives from the United States, Carson had mentally prepared himself for this outcome.

As the Justice League's latest target, Hydra feared them far more than any government or organization in the world.

Especially after the recent Skrull incident.

The sudden appearance of Superman—and the overwhelming power he displayed—had left Hydra in sheer terror. His strength was on a level that no amount of technology could compensate for. Against an enemy with absolute power, there was no strategy of attrition or suppression.

Hydra's best method had always been infiltration, dismantling threats from within.

But that was the problem.

Aside from what little they had seen publicly, Hydra knew almost nothing about the Justice League.

Among its current members, the two figures Hydra most wanted to study—unsurprisingly—were Batman and Superman.

Batman was the undisputed leader. Superman was raw, unstoppable force.

Unfortunately, these two were also the hardest to reach.

The former was an enigma. The latter wasn't even on Earth most of the time.

The rest—Wonder Woman, Cyborg, even Green Arrow—rarely made themselves easy to track.

As for those Hydra could observe—Spider-Man, Venom, Daredevil, the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles—they still seemed like outsiders, waiting for Batman's orders before taking any major action.

Except for Anton.

As Batman's representative and the only "ordinary" human in the Justice League, Anton should have been the perfect target for Hydra to manipulate.

But Carson knew better.

Anton might seem like just another man, but his influence could rally a massive resistance against Hydra at a moment's notice. If they weren't absolutely certain of success, Hydra wouldn't dare move against him recklessly.

Carson's entire operation—his infiltration of Cross Technologies, his use of the Hornet suits to expand Hydra's reach into the military—had been nothing more than a test. A probe against Bruce Wayne and Anton.

But the moment he had reached out with a single finger to test the waters, his entire arm had been severed.

Something had gone wrong.

Mitchell Carson kept replaying the situation in his mind. He had been so sure he was well hidden. And yet, at the most crucial moment, his plan had collapsed.

Then—

Kuku Kuku Kuku Kuku!

The helicopter's rotors spun rapidly, creating a powerful downdraft as the aircraft slowly lifted off the rooftop.

But just as the helicopter reached half a meter above the ground—

Thwip!

An arrow sliced through the night sky and struck the rotor shaft with deadly precision.

Click!

The sound of metal fracturing was almost drowned out by the roar of the spinning blades.

Inside the cabin, both Carson and the pilot felt the sudden, violent shudder of the aircraft. They didn't need to be told—something had gone horribly wrong.

"Land it!" Carson barked.

But even without his command, the pilot already knew they couldn't stay airborne.

Then—

Boom!

The rotor assembly separated from the helicopter in a sudden explosion.

The fuselage—now uncontrollable—plunged ten meters straight down toward the rooftop.

In the last possible second, Mitchell Carson hurled himself from the cabin.

The pilot, caught off guard, didn't have the same luck. The sheer force of inertia pulled him downward, sending both him and the wreckage crashing into the helipad below.

"Whirring, whirring—"

Mitchell Carson hit the tarmac hard, gasping for breath. He looked up, eyes darting to the edge of the rooftop where the helicopter was plummeting toward the ground. The pilot was still trapped in the cockpit, his face frozen in fear.

Yet, despite everything, Carson didn't feel hatred.

If anything, he felt a strange sense of gratitude.

If I hadn't jumped in time, I'd be dead right now.

Then, as the shock faded, a single thought flashed through his mind.

"Who did this?"

His expression turned sharp as he scanned his surroundings. Finally, his gaze landed on a figure standing on a nearby rooftop.

A man in a green suit, hood drawn up, face partially concealed by a mask and an eyepatch. A quiver slung over his back.

Green Arrow.

Carson's face darkened.

Though not considered one of the strongest members of the Justice League, Green Arrow was still a superhero—and one of the few with an unpredictable, rogue-like nature.

His presence here could mean only one thing: the Justice League was targeting him.

Ignoring the pain searing through his body from the jump, Carson fumbled inside his jacket, pulling out his phone. His fingers slammed against the emergency button.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

The distress signal rang out.

Hidden Hydra operatives stationed nearby instantly recognized the alarm. Their leader was in trouble.

They quickly regrouped, monitoring the situation through surveillance feeds. Within moments, they identified the enemy.

"Spotted Green Arrow at the scene!"

The announcement sent a ripple of tension through the Hydra ranks.

But then—

"Only Arrow has been detected. No other superheroes are present."

"Military reinforcements are estimated to arrive in seven minutes."

"Darren Cross's international mercenary team will reach the site in three minutes."

Hearing this, their nerves steadied.

As Hydra operatives, their ideology might have been twisted, but it fueled them with unwavering determination. Their fighting spirit was far greater than that of ordinary soldiers.

"We don't have much time," their leader said. "But if it's just Arrow, we have a chance."

"Teams One, Two, and Three—surround and eliminate him."

"The rest—stay here, hold off the military and mercenaries."

The orders were clear.

Hydra had studied the Justice League extensively. Green Arrow, with his reliance on skill rather than raw power, was considered one of its weaker members. With superior numbers and the right equipment, they believed they could take him down.

They moved swiftly.

From their vantage points, Hydra strike teams took up positions by the windows, rifles aimed at the rooftop where Green Arrow stood.

Then—

Boom! Boom!

Two rockets tore through the night, streaking toward their target like lightning.

The deafening explosions sent shockwaves through the city.

With the recent helicopter crash, the chaos in the streets escalated.

New Yorkers, already shaken by the incident, immediately recognized the signs of an attack. Fear spread like wildfire.

Fortunately, Manhattan—still recovering from the Battle of New York—wasn't as crowded as before. While the streets were still busy, the people had learned.

The moment the explosions started, they ran.

This time, there were no casualties.

This time, no innocent lives were lost.

Of course, the NYPD was already on high alert.

Emergency calls flooded in.

The city's special task force was deployed.

And leading the charge—

The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.

As the squad burst out of the NYPD headquarters, the four brothers grinned with excitement.

It's been a while since we've had a real fight!

Even though they knew it was wrong to think that way—

They couldn't wait.

Meanwhile, on the rooftop—

Green Arrow stood firm, scanning the battlefield.

He had been preparing to zip-line down to Mitchell Carson's position when he caught movement in the windows across the street.

A smirk tugged at his lips.

He saw them before they fired.

Big mistake.

Whoosh!

The rockets closed in.

Arrow exhaled, drawing his bowstring.

His fingers released.

Whoosh!

The arrow shot forward, slicing through the night.

Before the Hydra operatives could react, it struck—piercing straight through both incoming rockets.

For a split second, nothing happened.

Then—

BOOM!

A fiery explosion erupted in midair.

Smoke and flames filled the sky.

Green Arrow didn't flinch.

He was already drawing his next arrow.

Boom! Boom!

The twin explosions filled the air with flames and thick smoke, momentarily obscuring the Hydra strike team's vision.

Their eyes remained locked on the rooftop where Green Arrow had stood just moments ago.

They knew full well that such an attack wouldn't be enough to kill him.

But that wasn't the point.

This was a test.

As the smoke gradually cleared—

Arrow was gone.

"What?!"

"Where did he go?"

A wave of confusion spread through the team.

Then, a sharp voice cut through the noise.

"There! On the other building!"

The squad's captain turned his gaze toward the direction indicated.

Sure enough, Green Arrow had already swung to an adjacent rooftop, using a rope like a makeshift Spider-Man.

The captain's eyes narrowed.

"Persistent, aren't you?"

His jaw tightened, and he gave the order, his voice as cold as steel.

"Keep firing!"

"I don't care if we have to bring down the entire building—Arrow must die!"

"Understood!"

None of the Hydra operatives hesitated.

To the world, Hydra was already a terrorist organization.

Collateral damage meant nothing to them.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

More shells launched, streaking across the sky toward their target—

And toward the unsuspecting civilians inside the building.

Screams erupted from within as people realized what was happening.

Some cowered in corners, shielding their loved ones.

Others clutched their heads in terror, unable to comprehend what was about to happen.

None of them knew if the building could withstand a direct hit.

But one thing was certain—

If those shells landed, they were dead.

Onlookers from nearby streets gasped at the unfolding horror.

Some shut their eyes, unable to bear the thought of watching innocent people perish.

And then—

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

High above the chaos, Green Arrow moved with unshaken precision.

Without hesitation, he nocked three arrows in rapid succession—

And fired.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Astonished gasps filled the air.

Every single incoming shell was intercepted mid-flight.

Fiery explosions burst in the sky, flames and smoke spreading, but the building itself remained untouched.

The people inside were safe.

For a brief moment, there was silence.

Then—

A deafening cheer erupted from the watching crowd.

Many of them had never paid much attention to Green Arrow before.

Among the members of the Justice League, he wasn't the strongest, the fastest, or the most famous.

But at this moment—

They understood.

He was still a hero.

A protector.

A member of the Justice League.

And one thing was certain—

You can always trust the Justice League.

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