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Before the truck driver could stand up, he felt a slight vibration and a bang.
After working overtime for many days, his reaction was slower after all. He was stunned for a few breaths before he came to his senses, straightened up and looked forward.
Seeing nothing in front of him, he was stunned, but still stepped on the accelerator.
He was afraid that if the truck had a flat tire or some other hidden danger during these days of continuous work, he would have to stop the truck for inspection.
Slowly parking the car on the side of the road, he heard a scream as soon as he opened the car door. He jumped and looked behind the car with excitement all over.
¡°More than ten meters away, I saw an extended Lincoln leaning against the bushes under the shoulder of the road, with one-third of the right side of the car collapsed in the rear position.
The truck driver¡¯s face was full of shock. He immediately understood that he had really crashed the car just now. He was like a mourner: ¡°It¡¯s over, it¡¯s over, don¡¯t kill anyone.¡±
The company has insured the truck, so it¡¯s not a big problem to just pay for the truck.
¡°But if someone dies and the victim¡¯s family keeps pestering him, then he is afraid he will go to jail.
??????????????????????????????? Well, I heard that a lot of refugees from San Francisco have come to Los Angeles recently, and there have been many small cases, and the prisons are not enough. I should have escaped. With this thought in mind, the driver quickened his pace and ran towards the extended Lincoln.
He could clearly hear that someone inside was screaming like a pig was being slaughtered.
This actually made the driver feel relieved: people who can scream in car accidents generally have no life-threatening danger, but those who remain silent are likely to die.
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¡°A moment ago, when Darren was talking to the congressman about his future research plan, the two red taillights of the extended Lincoln and the horizontal brake light on the rear windshield suddenly flashed and went out quietly.
At this moment, the truck driver happened to turn onto the main road and took one last look at the road ahead.
The dark area between the street lights does not have the eye-catching red color of the taillights, so the truck driver can go get the coffee with confidence.
The driver of the extended Lincoln here just made sure there were no cars in front or behind him, and started to turn onto the main road, when suddenly there was a bright light behind him.
The truck headlights reflected in the rearview mirror made the security guard on the Lincoln stand on end: "There is a car."
Darren and the congressman, who were sitting on the left and right benches in the back seat, were both stunned: What kind of car is there?
Before they could figure out what the security guard meant by yelling, they heard a loud bang. The ears of the four people in the Lincoln were ringing for a moment and they couldn't hear anything.
Lincoln flew sideways to the left, and the people in the car swung their bodies to the right, rushed down the road, and stopped after hitting the trees.
A few seconds later, the dizzy Darren shook his head, trying to wake himself up and see everything in front of him clearly.
He saw the congressman on the opposite side rolling to his feet, groaning feebly.
Darren subconsciously wanted to reach out to help him, but suddenly felt a sharp pain coming from his left arm.
He turned around to look, his eyes widened, his mouth opened, and he took a deep breath: "Ah~~~~"
I saw that the left arm in sight was bent into a strange arc, hanging on the deformed car body, like two sausages hanging on a hook.
Butthis isn't a sausage, it's his arm!
The security guards at the front came down and rescued the screaming Darren and the groaning congressman.
After probably checking, the two security guards breathed a sigh of relief.
The congressman should be fine, but after he rolled down, his limbs and joints were sore, and his head and upper body were hit.
As long as you send it to the hospital for another check-up, you can be sure that you are worry-free.
But Darren was both unlucky and lucky. He happened to be sitting on the right side where the truck hit him, and one of his arms was hit by the deformed car body and became L-shaped.
But if he had sat back an additional fifty centimeters on the bench, his entire chest would have been deformed, and he might have ascended to heaven on the spot.
Although Darren¡¯s screams are as shrill as a slaughtered pig, it is much better than losing his life if one of his arms becomes inflexible after standing up to the sky.
What¡¯s more, their employer is Congressman, not Darren.
According to the security agreement, they are only responsible for the personal safety of members.
Strictly speaking, the security guards have little responsibility for this sudden traffic accident. After all, no one can guarantee that other cars will not hit them.
¡°But if a congressman is really hit and killed, their security resume will definitely be recorded, which will affect their future income.
But Darren is dead and has nothing to do with them.
Therefore, the security guards could only sympathize with his shrill screams and then do what they should.
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? ?Ke looked at the traffic accident information automatically collected by Lapd. He was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and laughed: "It's really fast."
After laughing, he thought for a moment and sent a congratulatory message to Dr. Pim: "Darren Krause was in a car accident 30 minutes ago and suffered a broken arm. He was just sent to the hospital."
In a three-story building in San Francisco, Dr. Pim was stunned when his cell phone suddenly vibrated.
His phone has filtering 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 message and signature, and couldn't help but have a strange look on his face.
His daughter Hope saw that Dr. Pym looked strange and couldn¡¯t help but ask: ¡°What happened?¡±
These days, father and daughter watched Darren getting closer and closer to the correct answer, and they couldn't sit still.
Therefore, Dr. Pym found Scott Lang, who has a unique "invasion" talent, and wanted him to steal the information about Pym particles.
The amount of information on this kind of top-level technology is astronomical, and no one can memorize it all in their head.
Even if Darren is a student of Dr. Pym and loses the data in those materials, it will take at least another ten or eight years to re-accumulate the data.
At present, Pym particles are still classified as absolutely confidential, so its information is only available on Pym Technology¡¯s mainframe.
In normal research, Darren and supervisors from other parties take out data together.
Everyone knows the huge profits contained in Pym particles.
But no one can be sure how big the profit will be and when it will be completely successful.
Therefore, no one wants to let others take away the information, so they can only remain in a stalemate for the time being.
Once Darren completely solves the problem and all parties reach an agreement, there will be more backups of this data, and the Pym Particles will inevitably be leaked to several parties.
How could Dr. Pym make these people succeed when Tony and his father failed.
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 eating milk cereal not far away: "You should prepare immediately to destroy the backup data of Pym Technology tonight. This is what God has given us. Opportunity. It's all up to you, Scott."
Scott's hand holding the spoon paused, and he looked at Dr. Pym with a confused face: "I just ran to the Avengers' new base yesterday and had a fight with that war machine. I can survive from a revenge It was great to have the signal camouflage device back in my hands, but now you¡¯re here again?¡±
Dr. Pim looked at him seriously for a moment and nodded slowly: "I have a friend who just helped break Darren's arm. Darren is undergoing surgery in the hospital, and there will be no danger this time."
Hope and Scott looked shocked and asked in unison: "Really?" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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