Chapter 1939 I Have a Friend

Before the truck driver could straighten up, he felt the body of the car tremble slightly, with a bang.

After working overtime for many days, his reaction finally slowed down a bit, and after a few breaths in his mind, he came back to his senses, straightened up and looked forward.

He was stunned when he saw that the front was empty, but he still stepped on the accelerator.

He was afraid of working continuously these days, the truck had a puncture or other hidden dangers, and he had to stop the car for inspection.

Slowly parked on the side of the road, he heard a scream before he opened the door, he jumped, and looked behind the car with a shudder.

More than ten meters away, an extended Lincoln was sticking to the edge of the bushes under the road shoulder, and the rear of the right side of the body was deflated by a third.

The truck driver's face was full of astonishment, and he immediately realized that he had really crashed the car just now, as if in mourning: "It's over, it's over, don't die."

The company has insured the truck, and it is not a big problem to claim the car alone.

But if someone dies and the victim's family entangles endlessly, he is afraid that he will go to jail.

Well, but I heard that a lot of refugees from San Francisco have come to Los Angeles recently, and there have been many small cases. There are not enough prisons, and I should have escaped. With this thought in mind, the driver quickened his pace and ran towards the lengthened Lincoln.

He could hear clearly that someone inside was screaming as badly as slaughtering a pig.

On the contrary, this gave the driver a sigh of relief: people who can yell in a car accident are generally not life-threatening, but those who don't say a word are likely to die.

...

A moment ago, when Darren was talking with the congressman about the future research plan, the two red taillights of the extended Lincoln and the horizontal bar brake light on the rear windshield suddenly flashed and quietly went out.

Just then the truck driver turned into the main road and took a last glance at the road ahead.

The dark area between the street lights does not have the striking red of the taillights, so the truck driver can safely go to get his coffee.

The driver of the extended Lincoln here just made sure that there were no cars in the front and rear, and also began to turn into the main road, but there was a sudden bright light behind him.

The truck headlights reflected in the rearview mirror made the security guard on Lincoln stand on end: "There's a car."

Darren and the MP, who were on the benches in the back seat, were stunned: what kind of car is there?

I haven't figured out what the security guard's yelling means.

There was a loud bang, and the four people in Lincoln's car hummed for a while, and they couldn't hear anything.

Lincoln flew sideways to the left, and the person in the car slammed to the right, rushed down the road, and hit a bush before stopping.

A few seconds later, a dizzy Darren shook his head, trying to wake himself up a little and see what was in front of him.

I saw the congressman on the opposite side roll down to his feet, moaning feebly.

Darren subconsciously wanted to reach out to help, and suddenly felt a sharp pain from his left arm.

He turned his head to look, widened his eyes, opened his mouth, and took a deep breath: "Ah~~~~"

I saw that the left arm in my sight was bent into a weird arc, drooping on the deformed car body, like two sausages hanging on a hook.

But... this isn't a sausage, it's his arm!

The front security came down and rescued the screaming Darren and the moaning MP.

After the inspection, the two security guards breathed a sigh of relief.

There should be no problem with the congressman, but after rolling down, the joints of his hands and feet hurt, and his head and upper body were hit.

As long as you send it to the hospital for another checkup, you can be assured of worry-free.

But Darren was both unlucky and lucky, just sitting on the right side of the truck hit, one arm was knocked into an L shape by the deformed body.

But if he sits 50 centimeters back on the bench, his entire ribcage will be deformed, and he will likely ascend to the sky on the spot.

Although Darren's barking is as terrifying as killing a pig now, he will not be able to move one arm in the future, which is much better than losing his life.

More importantly, their employer is MP not Darren.

According to the security protocol, they are only responsible for the personal safety of MPs.

Strictly speaking, the responsibility of the security guards for this sudden traffic accident is not large. After all, no one can guarantee that other cars will not hit them.

But the congressman was really killed, and their security resumes must be recorded, which will affect future income.

Darren was dead and had nothing to do with them.

Therefore, the security guards could only show some sympathy for his shrill screams, and then what to do.

...

Luke looked at LAPD's automatic collection of traffic accident news, was stunned, then shook his head and laughed: "It's really fast."

After laughing, he thought for a moment and sent a congratulatory message to Dr. Pym: "Darren Krause suffered a broken arm in a car accident 30 minutes ago and was just taken to the hospital."

In a three-story building in San Francisco, Dr. Pym was taken aback when he saw his phone vibrate suddenly.

His phone has filter settings, so spam text messages cannot be sent.

And he only keeps in touch with his daughter, but now her daughter is in front of him.

He picked up the phone suspiciously, read the news and the signature, and couldn't help but have a strange look on his face.

Seeing that Dr. Pym looked wrong, his daughter Hope asked, "What happened?"

These days, the father and daughter watched as Darren got closer and closer to the correct answer, and couldn't sit still.

Therefore, Dr. Pym found Scott Lang, who has a unique "invasion" talent, and wanted him to steal the information of Pym particles.

The information of this top-level technology is an astronomical number, and no one can remember it all with their brains.

Even if Darren was a student of Dr. Pym and lost the data in those profiles, it would take at least another ten or eight years to re-accumulate the data.

At present, the Pym particle is still strictly classified, so its information is only available in the mainframe of Pym Technology.

In normal research, Darren and other regulators take out data together.

Everyone understands the huge profits contained in the Pym particle.

But just how big this profit will be, and when it will be fully successful, no one can be sure.

Therefore, no one wants others to take away the information, so they can only temporarily stalemate.

Once Darren completely solves the problem and the parties reach an agreement, there will be more backups of this data, and the Pym particle will inevitably be leaked to several parties.

How could Dr. Pym make these people successful when Tony's father didn't succeed.

He couldn't let go of this last chance.

After frowning and pondering for a while, Dr. Pym made up his mind and looked at Scott, who was in the milk cereal not far away: "You prepare immediately, and tonight you will destroy the backup data of Pym Technology. This is what God gave us. Chance. It's up to you, Scott."

Scott paused in his hand holding the spoon and looked at Dr. Pym with a dazed face: "I only ran to the new Avengers base yesterday and had a fight with that war machine. I can live from a vengeance. The attacker took the signal disguise back in his hand, it was very good, and now it's here again?"

Dr. Pym looked at him seriously for a moment, then nodded slowly: "I have a friend who just helped break Darren's arm. Darren is in the hospital for an operation, and there won't be any more danger this time."

Hope and Scott looked shocked and asked in unison, "Really?"