Super Detective in the Fictional World

Before the truck driver straightened up, he felt the car body shake slightly and made a bang.

After working overtime for many days, his reaction was a little slower after all, he was stunned for a few breaths before he came back to his senses, straightened up and looked forward.

Seeing that the front was empty, he was stunned, and still stepped on the accelerator.

He is afraid of working continuously these days, the truck has a flat tire or other hidden dangers, this must be stopped for inspection.

Slowly parking on the side of the road, he heard a scream when he opened the door of the car, he jumped, and looked behind the car.

More than ten meters away, an extended Lincoln was sticking to the side of the bush under the shoulder of the road, and the right side of the car was dented by a third.

The truck driver was full of consternation, and immediately understood that he had really crashed the car just now, like a bereaved concubine: "It's over, it's over, don't die."

The company has insured the trucks, and it is not a big problem to just compensate for the truck.

But if someone dies and the victim's family entangles endlessly, then 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 many small cases have occurred. The prison is not enough. I should have escaped.Thinking about this in his mind, the driver quickened his pace and ran towards the extended Lincoln.

He heard clearly that someone in it screamed like a pig.

This gave the driver a sigh of relief: people who can call in a car accident are generally not life-threatening, but those who don't say anything are likely to die.

...

A moment ago, just as Darren was talking about the future research plan with the congressman, the two red tail lights of the extended Lincoln and the horizontal brake lights on the rear windshield suddenly flashed and quietly went out.

At this moment, the truck driver turned into the main road and glanced at the road ahead for the last time.

The dark area between the street lights does not have the eye-catching red of the taillights, so the truck driver can go to get coffee without worry.

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

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

Darren, the bench seat left and right in the back seat, and the congressman were all taken aback: What car is there?

Before I knew what the security roar meant, I heard a loud bang, and the four people in the Lincoln car buzzed in their ears and couldn't hear anything.

Lincoln flew sideways to the left, and the person in the car slammed to the right, rushed off the highway, hit the bushes, and stopped.

A few seconds later, Darren, who was dizzy, shook his head, trying to clear himself up a bit and see everything in front of him.

I saw the opposing congressman rolled under my feet, moaning weakly.

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

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

The left arm in the line of sight bends into a weird arc, slumped on the deformed car body, just like two sausages hanging on a hook.

But... it's not a sausage, it's his arm!

The front security came down and rescued Darren who was screaming and the groaning congressman.

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

The legislator should have no problem, but after rolling down, his hands and feet joints hurt, and his head and upper body were hit.

Just send it to the hospital for another check-up, you can be assured of worry-free.

Darren was both unlucky and fortunate. He happened to sit on the right side hit by a truck, and his arm was smashed into an L shape by a deformed car body.

But if he sits back on the bench another fifty centimeters, his entire chest will be deformed, and he may ascend to heaven on the spot.

Although Darren's name is as harsh as killing a pig, his arm is not flexible after the day, which is much better than losing his life.

More importantly, their employer is a councillor, not Darren.

According to the security agreement, they are only responsible for the personal safety of parliamentarians.

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

But the congressman was really hit and killed. Their security resume must be remembered to affect their future income.

Darren was dead and had nothing to do with them.

Therefore, the security guards screamed at him sternly and could only show sympathy, and then what should they do.

...

Luke watched the LAPD automatically collect traffic accident information, was stunned, then shook his head and laughed: "It's really fast."

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

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

His mobile phone has filtering settings, so spam messages cannot be sent.

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

He picked up the phone suspiciously, read the news and the signature, and couldn't help but look weird.

Seeing that Dr. Pim looked wrong, his daughter Hope couldn't help asking, "Something happened?"

These heavenly father and daughter watched Darren getting closer and closer to the correct answer, and could not sit still.

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

This kind of top-level technology information is an astronomical number, and no one can write it all down by brain.

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

At present, the Pim particle is still strictly confidential, so its information is only available in the Pim technology mainframe.

In normal research, Darren and the supervisors of other parties extract data together.

Everyone understands the huge profits contained in Pim particles.

But to what extent this profit is and when it will be completely successful, no one can be sure.

Therefore, no one wants to let others take the information, and can only temporarily stand in a stalemate.

Once Darren has completely solved the problem and the parties have reached an agreement, there will be more backups of this information, and the Pym particles will inevitably leak to several parties.

When Tony and his father didn't succeed, how could Dr. Pim make these people succeed.

He can't let go of this last chance.

After frowning and indulging for a long time, Dr. Pim made up his mind and looked at Scott who was not far away from the milk cereal: "You are ready to destroy Pim Technology's backup data tonight. God gave us this. Opportunity. It's all up to you, Scott."

Scott paused with the spoon in his hand and looked at Dr. Pim dumbfounded: "I just ran to the new Avengers base yesterday and had a fight with that war machine. I can live from a revenge The person took back the signal pretender in his hand, it was very good, now it's coming again?"

Dr. Pim stared at him seriously for a moment, then slowly nodded: "I have a friend who just helped interrupt Darren's arm. Darren is undergoing an operation in the hospital, this time there will be no more danger."

Hope and Scott were shocked and asked in unison: "Really?"