The two of them walked over, and Maji looked at Scott's Ant-Man suit suspiciously. "Don't tell me you're cosplaying Iron Man. His suit is made of iron."
Scott didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Just pretend that I'm wearing it to make Lil Pea happy."
After a pause, he continued, "I've been in a bit of trouble lately, and it's not convenient for me to call you, so I had to sneak over."
Maji's expression changed, and she seemed to understand something. She covered her mouth with both hands and exclaimed softly, "Oh my god, you didn't report to your parole officer, did you?"
Abandoning bail was quite troublesome for someone who wanted to live a normal life in the future.
She put her hand to her forehead again and took a deep breath. "I'll call Paxton and ask him to think of a way."
Scott rolled his eyes. Only an idiot would abandon his bodyguard and run away! Who the hell would look for that guy?
Paxton was his ex-wife's husband, and he was also a police officer.
Last time, on his daughter's birthday, his ex-husband had almost gotten into an argument with his current husband about seeing his daughter.
That was why he had decided to steal her one last time.
Scott wasn't jealous of his ex-wife, and he wouldn't blame it on Paxton.
However, he had been kicked out on his daughter's birthday, and that had pissed him off.
He was frustrated, but all he could do was to hold Maji back and explain his situation to her.
Maji had divorced him because he insisted on robbing the rich to help the poor, which had landed him in jail. She was quite sensitive about this issue.
After hearing a few words, her eyes widened. "Are you kidding me? You just got out, and now you want to go back to jail for this? "
Scott quickly denied it. "Impossible. I don't even have a criminal record on me now. I'm a good citizen. "
Maji almost wanted to spit on his face.
Thankfully, she had never learned it, and she had never used it before. She just sneered and was so angry that she couldn't say anything.
Scott knew what his ex-wife was thinking, and he quickly revealed the important evidence. "If you don't believe me, ask Paxton to check my file at the police station tomorrow. Then you'll know if I'm telling the truth."
Seeing his expression, Maji was doubtful. "Are you serious?"
"It's true." Scott suddenly remembered something else.
He took out a brown paper bag from his backpack and handed it to Margie. "Cathy's child support."
Maji's face darkened. She had a bad feeling about this.
She took the brown paper bag and opened the unsealed side. Her face immediately darkened and she threw it back. "Get lost! Cathy doesn't need this dirty money. "
Scott subconsciously caught it and was puzzled. "This is the reward for my previous work. How is it not clean?"
Maji gritted her teeth. "Look at what you're wearing. You're even wearing a helmet that covers your face? You didn't even bother to change the envelope for the new 100 dollar bill? "
Scott looked at the bank logo on the paper bag in his hand and suddenly realized something. He handed the bag back. "I'll say it again. You can ask Paxton to check my bank account. You know the account number. If it's from a bank robbery, then give it to him as stolen money and let him issue a warrant for your arrest. "
Looking at Scott's calm expression, Maji finally wavered. "You really didn't rob it?"
Scott smiled bitterly. "Why would I give you the money from a bank robbery?"
Maji frowned, but she still pushed the paper bag back. "If that's the case, you can keep the money and live a good life first. This is all Cathy needs."
Scott had no choice but to throw the paper bag into the attic. He turned around and walked away. "Cathy is my daughter. I have the right to spend money on her."
After a moment of hesitation, Maji chased after him. "Wait …"
While the two of them were whispering to each other in Cathy's room, a large camera was pointing at 840 Winter Street from behind the closed curtains of another house diagonally across the street.
In the camera, Scott and Maji could clearly be seen arguing in a low voice.
It was sunset. There was still some sunlight outside the house, but it was dark inside.
As Darren dialed a number, a voice said in a low voice, "Boss, Scott Lang is here. He's at his ex-wife's place."
A moment later, Darren saw Scott and Maji leaning against each other on the phone, but he was looking at his daughter, Cathy, not far away. He grinned hideously. "Good! You're truly a man! You blew up my building, yet you still dare to meet your ex-wife and reunite with your family! "
As he spoke, he walked over and stood in a black and yellow uniform. "Scott, let's see if you'll come out to die after I catch you!"
At the same time, on the porch of 850 Winter Street, an ordinary-looking middle-aged man holding a tablet smiled. "Darren, don't disappoint me! Otherwise, Scott will owe me a big favor! "
This man was naturally Luke's level one clone.
After exchanging credit points for legal income from a bigshot, Scott had come to San Francisco from a certain island in the Pacific Ocean.
Luke had already arranged for a prototype to be stationed at 850 Winter Street, just in case Darren was desperate.
He was also well aware of Darren's men who were monitoring Scott's ex-wife's house.
Naturally, Luke hadn't kept Darren's red name out of kindness; it was purely because he wanted Darren to complete his final mission as a tool.
In fact, Darren's phone calls had been monitored the whole time, and Luke knew nothing about his whereabouts and contacts.
Now that this tool had finally thought things through, it was time to put an end to this matter.
…
Ten minutes later, Scott was enjoying the "Paxton Barbecue" that his daughter had brought downstairs, when he suddenly heard a small but clear voice. "Darren is here to cause trouble in his uniform. The Mercedes-Benz coming from the west is his."
Scott was taken aback. He quickly moved to the window and peeked his head out.
He saw a black Mercedes-Benz approaching at a normal speed.
After a brief hesitation, he put down the barbecue. "Little Doudou, I'm going to the bathroom. We'll continue eating when I come back."
Saying that, he stepped out of the bedroom and instantly shrank as he crawled out of the room next door.
A few flying ants outside the house happened to take off to catch him as he jumped down from the second floor, and they flew toward the Mercedes-Benz.
It wasn't that he was being impulsive, but that he had seen Darren drive this black Mercedes-Benz.
There was no need to mention anything about the uniform; it was always better to be prepared.
The flying ants quickly caught up to the approaching Mercedes-Benz and threw him into the car.
Scott looked through the windshield, and saw a figure in a yellow and black uniform.
Scott's expression immediately changed.
Hope had mentioned Darren's research results, and had indeed mentioned that the uniform was yellow and black.
Scott's heart tightened. No! He couldn't let Darren rush to Maggie and Cathy's house, or he might accidentally hurt them.
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