Super Detective in the Fictional World

The two walked over, and Maggie looked at Scott's Ant-Man uniform with a suspicious expression on her face: "Don't tell me, your outfit is in cosplay Iron Man. They are made of iron."

Scott couldn't laugh or cry, and said, "You can make Doudou happy as I wear it."

After a pause, he continued: "I...have a little trouble recently. It's not convenient to call, so I can only sneak over."

Maggie's face changed, as if she understood something, she covered her mouth with her hands and whispered in a low voice: "My God, you didn't go to the parole officer to report, did you?"

Abandoning bail and absconding is quite troublesome for those who want to live a decent life in the future.

She held her forehead again and took a deep breath: "I'll call Paxton to come in and let him figure out a solution for you."

Scott rolled his eyes: The ghost gave up and escaped!The ghost is looking for that guy!

Paxton is the husband of his ex-wife and a policeman.

Last time it was his daughter’s birthday, his former husband almost quarreled with the current husband about seeing his daughter.

Because of this, he decided to steal one last time.

Scott did not take the jealousy of his ex-wife, let alone blame Paxton.

But on his daughter's birthday, he was driven out by the other party, but he was extremely unhappy.

He was depressed, but he could only hold Maggie and probably explained his situation.

Maggie divorced him because he insisted on "robbing the rich and helping the poor", which caused him to go to jail and was very sensitive to this issue.

Just after hearing a few words, she widened her eyes: "Are you kidding me? You just came out and wanted to go in for this matter?"

Scott quickly denied: "It's impossible. I don't even have a criminal record on my body now. I'm a great man."

Maggie almost wanted to spit on his face.

Fortunately, she had never learned, let alone used this nirvana, she just sneered, and she was so angry that she couldn't tell.

Scott knew what his ex-wife was thinking at a glance, and he quickly broke out important evidence: "If you don't believe me, if you send Paxton to the police station to adjust my files tomorrow, you will know if what I said is true."

Seeing his expression, Maggie became suspicious: "Are you serious?"

"Really." When Scott said this, he thought of another thing.

He reached out and took out a kraft paper bag from his backpack and handed it to Maggie: "Kathy's support."

Maggie's face was hard to look like, and she had some bad guesses.

She took the kraft paper bag and opened the unsealed side to take a look. Her face was completely black, and she threw it back: "Go! This kind of dirty money Cathy doesn't need it."

Scott caught it subconsciously and was at a loss: "This is my salary for my last job. What's dirty?"

Maggie gritted her teeth: "Look at the clothes you are wearing. You still wear a helmet that covers your face? You don't even bother to change the envelope for the brand new one hundred denomination bill?"

Scott looked at the bank sign on the kraft paper bag in his hand, and he realized it, and then handed it back: "Again, you can find Paxton to check my bank account. You know the account number. If it's a bank grab. Yes, then you can hand it to him as the stolen money and let him issue a wanted warrant."

Maggie looked at Scott's so calm expression, and finally shaken: "Really you didn't grab it?"

Scott smiled bitterly: "How could it be possible to grab money from the bank and give it to you?"

Maggie frowned, but pushed the kraft paper bag back: "If that's the case, you can take the money by yourself and live your life first. Cathy only needs this."

Helpless, Scott threw the 20,000-dollar kraft paper bag into the attic, turned and left: "Kathy is my daughter, I have the right to spend money for her."

After hesitating, Maggie chased after him: "Wait..."

And when the two ran to Cathy’s room and muttered, behind the curtain gap of another house diagonally opposite, a big lens was facing 840 Winter Street.

In the lens, Scott and Maggie arguing in a low voice are clearly visible.

At sunset, there was still some sunlight outside the house, but it was dim inside.

With the ringing of pressing the number to dial the phone, a voice whispered: "Boss, Scott Lang has appeared. He is with his ex-wife."

After a while, Darren watched Scott and Maggie leaning together on the phone, but looked at the photo of his daughter Cathy not far away, and laughed grinningly: "Okay! It really is a man! I dare to come out after blowing up my building Reunion with ex-wife, family reunion!"

He said and walked not far away, and stepped into a black and yellow uniform: "Scott, I want to see if you catch your old thing will come out and die!"

At the same time, on the porch of 850 Winter Avenue, a middle-aged man with a flat face and ordinary appearance laughed: Darren, don't let me down!Otherwise, how can Scott owe me favor!

This person is naturally Luke's first-degree clone.

After Scott exchanged his points for a legal income from the boss, he came to San Francisco from a small island in the Pacific.

Luke had already arranged a simulation prototype at 850 to prevent Darren from jumping over the wall.

He also knew the Darren subordinate who was monitoring Scott's ex-wife's house.

Keeping the big red name of Darren, of course, is not Luke's kindness, it is purely waiting for him to complete the final task of the tool man.

In fact, Darren’s cell phone communications have been under surveillance, and his whereabouts and external contacts are completely transparent to Luke.

Now that the tool man finally figured it out, the matter should be completely over.

...

More than ten minutes later, Scott was enjoying the "Paxton Barbecue" brought by his daughter from downstairs, and suddenly heard a small but clear voice piercing his ears: "Darren is coming to trouble you in his uniform. The Mercedes Benz coming from the west is his."

Scott froze for a moment, then flashed to the window and looked around with his probe.

I saw a black Mercedes-Benz car approaching at normal speed.

He hesitated and put down the barbecue: "Xiao Doudou, I will go to the bathroom first, and I will continue to eat when I come back."

As he said, he walked out of the bedroom door a few steps, his body shrank instantly, and he got out of the next room.

A few flying ants outside the house just took off, caught him who had jumped off the second floor in midair, and flew towards the Mercedes Benz.

It was not that he was impulsive, but that he had seen Darren drive this black Mercedes.

If you don't mention anything in the battle uniform, it's always right to see if you are prepared.

Flying Ants quickly greeted the approaching Mercedes-Benz and threw him into the car.

When Scott looked in the wind from the front, a figure in a yellow and black battle uniform caught his eye.

Scott's face changed immediately.

Hope said of Darren's research results and did mention that the uniform was yellow and black.

Scott felt tight in his heart: No!Don't let Darren rush to Maggie and Cathy's house, or they might accidentally hurt them.