Chapter 1922: I Have a Friend

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Before the truck driver could straighten up, he felt the truck jolt slightly and then there was the sound of a bang.

After working overtime for so many days, he was a little slow to react. He was stunned for a few seconds before he came back to his senses and straightened up.

It was empty up ahead. Stumped for a moment, he then stepped on the brake.

He was afraid that after working nonstop for so many days, the truck might have gotten a flat tire or there was some other problem, so he had to stop the truck to check.

The truck slowly rolled to a stop. As soon as the driver opened the door, he heard screams. He jerked and looked behind the truck.

Ten meters away, a stretch limo was wedged in the shrubbery along the road. One third of the right side of the vehicle was mangled.

Shocked, the truck driver immediately realized that he had really hit a car. Its over, its over. Dont let anyone be dead.

The truck was insured, and it wasnt a problem to pay for vehicle damage.

However, if someone died and the victims family pursued the matter, he would probably go to jail.

But he had heard that a lot of refugees from San Francisco had come to Los Angeles recently, and there had been a lot of minor crime cases. There wasnt enough s.p.a.ce in the prisons, so maybe he could escape disaster. Even as he thought this, the driver sped up and ran to the limo.

He clearly heard someone screaming like a pig being slaughtered.

The driver was relieved. Those who could scream in a car accident usually didnt have life-threatening injuries; it was those who didnt make a sound who might be on the verge of death.

A moment ago, while Darren was talking to the senator about the research plan, the red rear lights on the Lincoln limo suddenly flickered and went out.

The truck driver turned onto the main road at that moment and took another look at the road up ahead.

He didnt see any conspicuous red tail lights in the dark stretch between the street lamps, so the truck driver was relieved and reached for his coffee.

On the other side, the driver of the limo had just confirmed that there were no cars in front or behind him, and was about to turn onto the main road, when it suddenly got bright behind him.

The trucks headlights reflected in the rearview mirror made the bodyguards hair stand on end. Theres a car.

Darren and the senator were both stunned. What car?

Before they could figure out what the bodyguards yell was about, they heard a loud bang. For a moment, the ears of the four people in the limo buzzed, and they couldnt hear anything.

The limo was flung to the left off the road and didnt stop until it hit the bushes.

A few seconds later, a dizzy Darren shook his head and tried to clear it. He looked around.

The senator rolled to his feet and moaned weakly.

Darren subconsciously reached out to help him, but he immediately felt a sharp pain in his left arm.

He turned around and his eyes widened. He opened his mouth and took a deep breath. Ah~~

His left arm was bent at a strange angle and drooped like two linked sausages hanging from a hook.

But those werent sausages, but his arm!

The bodyguards got out and rescued a screaming Darren and the moaning senator.

After a rough inspection, the two bodyguards were relieved.

The senator should be fine. It was just that his joints had been shaken by the impact, and his head and upper torso had been hit.

He just needed to be sent to the hospital for another checkup to confirm that he was fine.

Darren, on the other hand, was both unlucky and lucky. He happened to be sitting on the side of the limo that got hit by the truck, and one of his arms had been smashed into an L shape.

But if he had been sitting 50 centimeters further down the long seat, it would have been his entire chest that was smashed, and he might have died on the spot.

Although Darren was screaming like a pig being slaughtered, he wouldnt be able to move one arm at most, which was much better than losing his life.

More importantly, their employer was the senator, not Darren.

According to their contract, they were only responsible for the senators safety.

Technically speaking, the bodyguards werent responsible for this accident. After all, n.o.body could guarantee that they wouldnt be hit by other cars.

But if the senator really was killed, it would be a mark on their records, which would affect their future jobs.

On the other hand, Darrens death would have nothing to do with them.

Thus, the bodyguards did nothing more than sympathize with him a little, before they did what they had to do.

Luke was stunned for a moment when he saw the LAPD report on the traffic accident. He then shook his head and laughed. That was quick.

After laughing, he thought for a moment before he sent Dr. Pym a message. Darren Cross broke his arm in a car accident 30 minutes ago and was sent to the hospital.

In a three-story building in San Francisco, Dr. Pym was stumped when his phone suddenly vibrated.

His phone had a filter setting so that he wouldnt receive any junk messages.

Also, the only person he kept in touch with was his daughter, but she was in front of him right now.

He picked up his phone suspiciously and read the message and signature. He couldnt help but get a strange expression on his face.

Seeing Dr. Pyms strange expression, his daughter, Hope, couldnt help but ask, Did something happen?

The father and daughter couldnt sit still anymore as they watched Darren get closer and closer to the right answer.

That was why Dr. Pym had found Scott Lang, who had a unique talent for infiltration, and wanted him to steal data on the Pym Particle.

There was an astronomical amount of data on this sort of top-notch technology n.o.body could rely on their brains to remember everything.

Even if Darren was Dr. Pyms student, if he lost all that data, it would take him at least another eight to ten years to build the database up again.

At the moment, the Pym Particle was still an absolute secret, so only the main computers at Pym Technologies contained data on it.

Usually, it was Darren and the other supervisors who took out the data.

Everybody knew how profitable the Pym Particle could be.

But n.o.body knew how big those profits would be or when it would be a complete success.

Thus, n.o.body wanted anyone else to take the data, and they could only remain in a deadlock for the time being.

Once Darren completely solved the problem and all parties reached an agreement, there would be even more backups made of this information, and the Pym Particle would definitely be leaked to several parties.

Even Tonys father hadnt succeeded back then. How could Dr. Pym let these people succeed?

He couldnt let go of this last chance.

Frowning and pondering for a long while, Dr. Pym made up his mind and looked at Scott, who was eating oatmeal not far away. Get ready. Well destroy the backup files in Pym Technologies tonight. This is a chance given to us by G.o.d. Everything is up to you, Scott.

Scott paused with the spoon in his hand and looked at Dr. Pym in a daze. I just went to the Avengers new base yesterday and fought that War Machine; it was good enough that I came back alive with that anti-signal device, and you want me to go out again?

Dr. Pym stared at him solemnly for a moment before he slowly nodded. I have a friend who just helped break Darrens arm. Darren is undergoing surgery in the hospital. There wont be any danger this time.

Shocked, Hope and Scott asked in unison, Really?