Chatty Louis and his two roommates were sitting in the living room playing games.
Scott pushed the door open and walked in, looking depressed.
"Why are you back so early? I thought you would cut the cake with your daughter." Louis greeted.
Scott had a gloomy face and said nothing. He went straight to the refrigerator, took out a bottle of beer, and drank half of the bottle in one go.
Seeing this scene, the three of them looked at each other with doubts in their eyes, not knowing what was going on.
Of course they didn't know what happened, and Scott would never tell them how he was treated at his daughter's birthday party.
His experience in prison made him a dangerous person, as if he would be hurt if he got close to his daughter.
It's okay for his ex-wife to be wary. For the sake of his daughter, he doesn't have to worry about it, but who is the stepfather who is a policeman?
When he was kicked out, he wanted to punch him in the face.
But he knew he didn't know how to do it.
He had nothing left, his visitation period was restricted, and he was unable to see his only daughter.
On the way back, he calculated the next time he would see his daughter in the dilapidated van, and surprisingly found that it would be six years later.
This is absolutely unacceptable to him.
So Scott decided not to hesitate anymore, he had to change the status quo.
At present, the only way that can change the current situation and make him rich is the one proposed by Louis before.
"I want to know how to do that vote?" Scott suddenly said.
"What?" Louis was a little surprised.
Last time, he sincerely proposed that everyone should make a vote to improve life, and at the same time, don't rob the rich and give to the poor, and bring a little love to the world.
But he was righteously rejected by the guy in front of him. He declared that he wanted to take the right path, just like his other friends who were released from prison.
Louis knew that this was a dead end, and he also knew that Scott would turn back sooner or later, but he didn't expect it to be so soon.
"I said, I want to know how to do that vote!" Scott repeated.
"That's great, honey, we've been waiting for your words!"
Louis was overjoyed, clapped his hands and stood up, ready to tell Scott in detail what a difficult task this was.
In a corner where no one noticed, two ants each carried a miniature camera, taking pictures of the entire room.
Across the street, in a room about fifty meters away.
Hank Pym sat on the bed, looking at the laptop in front of him, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.
"Come on, let me see what you can do. This is the last test!"
…
Pym Group, Sheriff Bob led the team out a little tiredly.
They spent another whole day here today, collecting a lot of documents and information, but still found nothing.
This disappearance case is a bit too bizarre, and they don't have any clues so far.
Fortunately, Pim Group helped suppress the impact and temporarily blocked the news. Otherwise, once the media knew about it, the police department would be instantly put on the forefront of the storm.
Don't forget, this is more than a hundred people, not to mention more than a hundred highly educated social elites, even a hundred homeless people will attract attention once it is publicized.
As long as you are not a fool, you will know that the families that can cultivate elite scholars are at worst middle-class. There are more than a hundred middle-class families and their respective connections and backgrounds. This will definitely make the San Francisco Police Department and even the people aware of it.
Feeling tricky.
So Bob is under a lot of pressure.
So much so that he didn't stay too long at his stepdaughter's birthday party today. He just showed up in a hurry, and after driving away the annoying biological father, he hurried over to the Pim Group.
He prayed that he would gain something, but unfortunately he still had no clue after a whole day.
But what makes him more emotional is that this group is indeed a high-tech company, with workaholics from top to bottom.
Mingming President Darren Lawrence was also attacked and almost fell into a coma and became a vegetative state.
However, within a few hours after he got better, he rushed into the laboratory again, randomly found a few security personnel to act as experimental assistants, and continued to conduct research according to the previous plan.
According to what they investigated, Mr. Lawrence had been in the laboratory for more than thirty-six hours, and there was still no sign of coming out.
Back in the car, Bob took a deep breath and no longer concealed the tired look on his face.
The colleague sitting in the co-pilot seemed particularly silent today. He kept tilting his head and looking out the window, as if he was having a fever.
If it were normal, this kind of abnormality would definitely attract Bob's attention and ask him a few questions.
It's a pity that he is completely in no mood now.
In fact, it wasn't just him. Zhang Lang, who had been controlling the white police officers all day, also felt a little exhausted.
For the first time, he knew that being a police officer would be so tiring.
Those same questions and repeated brainstorming made him feel like his body was being hollowed out.
He was now starting to regret why he made such a stupid wish.
Isn’t it just a leather particle? Could it still be more fragrant than banknotes?
Even if you wish for Doraemon's fourth-dimensional pocket, it's probably not as difficult as it is now.
The two sat in silence for a moment, then Bob slowly started the car and left slowly behind the other cars. There was no communication between the two during the entire process.
As the car slid through the intersection, he was keenly aware that there seemed to be a line of sight in the shadows. He immediately knew that it was his dream come truer in all likelihood.
I was a little anxious before, but I have calmed down a lot.
…
In the Pim Group's laboratory, Gao Ning was lying on a swivel chair, his feet casually resting on the console, and he was flipping through a magazine boredly.
The experimental area, which the outside world thought was empty, was now busy with more than twenty researchers wearing dustproof suits.
One of them, a bald old man with a somewhat mean appearance, controlled the computer with gleaming eyes, and the molecular formula model simulated on it was constantly decomposing and reorganizing.
Gao Ning is not Hank Pym or Darren Lawrence. He does not have a rich reserve of knowledge, but he has his own advantages.
Creating things out of thin air would save him from having to extract Pym particles from the void again and again step by step.
As long as he extracts it once, he can continuously recreate it in the void.
Although he himself has no research capabilities, he has Dr. Gro and his artificial human research team under his command.
The top doctor in Dragon Ball is also a top villain after coming to the Marvel world.
In less than twenty-four hours after the incomplete research materials for the topic examples were delivered to my hands, the topic had already been advanced a lot.
Based on Dr. Gro's current enthusiastic state, Gao Ning boldly guessed that the first generation of Pym particles might be researched in at most three days.
Thinking of this, Gao Ning threw the magazine aside and went to the multiple laboratories below. With the yellow light coming and going, he suddenly felt that Hank Pym was not that important anymore.
So should he still perform this scene with them? Gao Ning fell into deep thought.
