Before the truck driver could straighten up, he felt a slight tremor and a bang.
Having worked overtime for so many days, his reaction was a little slow. It took him a few seconds to come back to himself, and he straightened up to look ahead.
There was nothing in front of him. Stunned for a moment, he stepped on the gas pedal.
He was afraid that the truck had a flat tire or some other hidden danger after working so hard for so many days. He had to stop the truck to check.
He slowly stopped by the side of the road. He had just opened the door when he heard a scream. Startled, he looked behind the truck.
Ten meters away, he saw a Lincoln stretch limousine next to the bushes under the shoulder of the road. A third of the right side of the car had been deflated.
Shocked, the truck driver immediately realized that he had really hit the car. "It's over. It's over. Don't die."
The company had insured the truck, and it wouldn't be a problem to just pay for the car.
But if someone died, the victim's family would pester him endlessly, and he would probably go to jail.
Hm, but he heard that a lot of refugees from San Francisco had come to Los Angeles recently, and there were a lot of small cases. There weren't enough prisons. He should be able to escape. Thinking that, the driver sped up and ran to the Lincoln stretch limousine.
He could clearly hear someone inside screaming like a pig being slaughtered.
That was a relief to the driver. Those who could scream in a car accident were generally not in danger, but those who didn't scream were likely to die.
…
A moment earlier, while Daron was talking to the senator about the research plan, the two red taillights on the Lincoln stretch limousine and the horizontal brake lights on the rear windshield suddenly flickered and went out.
The truck driver happened to turn onto the main road at that moment and took one last look at the road ahead.
The dark area between the street lamps didn't have the eye-catching red taillights, so the truck driver went to get his coffee.
The driver of the Lincoln had just made sure that there were no cars ahead and was about to turn onto the main road, when there was suddenly a bright light behind him.
The reflection of the truck's headlights in the rearview mirror made the security guard in the Lincoln's hair stand on end. "There's a car."
Daron and the senator, who were sitting on the benches on the left and right, were stunned. What car?
Before they could figure out what the security guard meant, they heard a loud bang. The ears of the four people in the Lincoln were ringing, and they couldn't hear anything.
The Lincoln flew to the left, and the people in the car suddenly swung to the right. They rushed down the road and crashed into a bush before stopping.
A few seconds later, the dizzy Darren shook his head, trying to clear his head and see everything clearly.
The councilman rolled to his feet and groaned weakly.
Darren subconsciously wanted to reach out to support him, but he suddenly felt a sharp pain coming from his left arm.
He turned his head, widened his eyes, opened his mouth, and took a deep breath. "Ah ~ ~ ~ ~"
In his line of sight, the left arm was bent into a strange arc, dangling from the deformed body of the carriage like two sausages on a hook.
But … it wasn't a sausage, it was his arm!
The security at the front came down and rescued the screaming Darren and the moaning Senator.
After a brief inspection, the two security guards heaved a sigh of relief.
The councilor should be fine, but the joints of his arms and legs hurt after he rolled down, and his head and upper body were hurt.
As long as he was sent to the hospital for a checkup, he would be fine.
Darren, on the other hand, was both unlucky and lucky. He happened to be sitting on the right side of the truck, and one of his arms had been bent into an L shape by the deformed body of the car.
But if he had sat back another fifty centimeters, it would have been his entire chest that had been deformed, and he might have died on the spot.
Although Darren was screaming like a pig being slaughtered, one of his arms would've been paralyzed at most, which was much better than losing his life.
More importantly, their employer was the councilor, not Darren.
According to the security agreement, they were only responsible for the safety of the councilor.
Strictly speaking, the security guards weren't responsible for the sudden traffic accident. After all, nobody could guarantee that another car wouldn't hit them.
But if the councilor had really been killed, it would definitely be on their resume, which would affect their future income.
Darren's death, on the other hand, had nothing to do with them.
Thus, the security guards could only sympathize with his miserable screams, and then did what they had to do.
…
Looking at the traffic accident information that LAPD had automatically collected, Luke was stunned for a moment, before he shook his head and chuckled. "That's really fast."
After laughing, he thought for a moment before he sent a congratulatory message to Dr. Pim. "Darren Claus suffered a broken arm in a car accident thirty minutes ago. He was just sent to the hospital."
In a three-story building in San Francisco, Dr. Pim was stunned when his phone suddenly vibrated.
His phone had a filter setting, and he couldn't send spam messages.
Also, he only kept in touch with his daughter, but his daughter was right in front of him.
He picked up his phone suspiciously, and when he read the message and signature, he couldn't help but have a strange expression.
Seeing that Dr. Pim's expression wasn't right, his daughter, Hope, couldn't help but ask, "Is something wrong?"
The father and daughter had watched Darren get closer and closer to the correct answer in the past few days, and couldn't sit still anymore.
That was why Dr. Pim had found Scott Lang, who had a unique talent for "hacking," and wanted him to steal the information on Pim particles.
The data on such top-notch technology was astronomical, and nobody could memorize it all with their brains.
Even if Darren was Dr. Pim's student, it would take him at least ten years to re-accumulate the data if he lost the data.
Currently, the Pim particles were still an absolute secret, so the information was only available on Pim Technology's mainframe.
Normally, Darren and the other regulators would extract the data together for research.
Everyone knew that Pim particles contained huge profits.
But no one could be sure how big the profits would be, and when it would be completely successful.
Thus, no one wanted anyone else to take the data, so they could only temporarily stay in a stalemate.
Once Darren completely solved the problem and the parties reached an agreement, there would be more backups of the data, and Pim particles would inevitably be leaked to several parties.
How could Dr. Pim let these people succeed when even Tony's father hadn't succeeded?
He couldn't let go of this last chance.
Frowning and pondering for a while, Dr. Pim made up his mind and looked at Scott, who was eating milk cereal not far away. "Get ready immediately. We're going to destroy the backups of Pim Technology tonight. This is a chance that God has given us. It's all up to you, Scott. "
Scott's hand paused, and he looked at Dr. Pim in confusion. "I just ran to the Avengers' new base yesterday and fought with that war machine. It's already good enough that I was able to retrieve the signal camouflage device from an Avenger, and now I'm doing it again? "
Dr. Pim looked at him solemnly for a moment, and nodded slowly. "I have a friend who just helped break Darren's arm. Darren is in surgery in the hospital. He won't be in any danger this time. "
Shocked, Hope and Scott asked at the same time, "Really?"
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