Chapter 1929: Fishing, Favor, Tool

Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

The two of them walked away, and Maggie looked suspiciously at the Ant-Man suit which Scott was wearing. “Don’t tell me you’re cosplaying Iron Man. His suit’s made out of metal.”

Scott didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. “Just think of it as me wearing it to make little peanut happy.”

Pausing for a moment, he continued, “I… have been in some trouble recently. It’s inconvenient for me to call, so I could only come here in secret.”

Maggie’s face changed, and she seemed to understand something. She covered her mouth and exclaimed in a low voice, “Oh my god, don’t tell me you haven’t been checking in with your parole officer?”

It was quite troublesome for anyone who broke parole to live properly after that.

She put her hand to her forehead again and took a deep breath. “Let me get Paxton to think of a solution for you.”

Scott rolled his eyes. He wasn’t breaking parole! Why the hell did he need that guy?

Paxton was his ex-wife’s husband and a police officer.

Last time, on Scott’s daughter’s birthday, he as the ex-husband had almost quarreled with the current husband over seeing his daughter.

That was why he had decided to do one last burglary job.

Scott wasn’t jealous of his ex-wife, nor did he blame Paxton.

However, he was extremely unhappy about being kicked out of his daughter’s birthday party.

Depressed, he could only stop Maggie and explain his situation.

Maggie had divorced him because he had insisted on ‘robbing the rich to help the poor,’ which had put him in jail.

After listening for a while, her eyes widened. “Are you kidding me? You just came out, and you want to go back in for this?”

Scott quickly denied it. “That’s impossible. I don’t even have a criminal record anymore. I’m a good citizen.”

Maggie almost spat in his face.

Thankfully, she had never learned or used this killing move. She simply sneered and was so angry that she couldn’t say anything.

Scott could tell what his ex-wife was thinking at a glance, and he quickly revealed important evidence. “If you don’t believe me, have Paxton go to the police department tomorrow to check my file, and you’ll know if I’m telling the truth.”

Seeing his expression, Maggie was skeptical. “Are you serious?”

“Yep.” Scott then remembered something else.

He took out a paper bag from his backpack and gave it to Maggie. “Cassie’s child support.”

Maggie’s expression turned ugly, as if she had thought of something bad.

She took the paper bag and opened it. Her face immediately darkened, and she threw it back. “Get lost! Cassie doesn’t need this sort of dirty money.”

Scott subconsciously caught the bag and was confused. “This is my reward from my last job. How is it dirty?”

Maggie gnashed her teeth. “Look at what you’re wearing. You’re even wearing a helmet to cover your face? It’s all new 100-dollar bills, and you can’t even be bothered to change the envelope?”

Scott looked at the bank logo on the paper bag in his hand and was enlightened. He handed it back. “Like I said, you can ask Paxton to check my account. You know the number. If I’ve robbed the bank, you can give this to him as stolen money and have him issue a warrant.”

Looking at Scott’s calm expression, Maggie finally wavered. “You really didn’t steal this?”

Scott smiled bitterly. “I wouldn’t give you stolen money.”

Maggie frowned, but still pushed the paper bag back. “If that’s the case, take the money. Live well first. This is all Cassie needs.”

Helpless, Scott tossed the paper bag that contained 20,000 dollars to the side and turned around. “Cassie is my daughter. I have the right to spend money on her.”

Maggie hesitated for a moment before she chased after him. “Wait…”

While they were whispering to each other as they made their way to Cassie’s room, a huge camera was aimed at 840 Winter Street through a gap in the curtains of another house diagonally opposite.

On camera, Scott and Maggie were clearly arguing in low voices.

At sunset, there was still some light outside, but the room was dark.

The person pressed a button and a voice rang out. “Boss, Scott Lang is here. He’s with his ex-wife.”

A moment later, Darren looked at the photo of Scott’s daughter, Cassie, on his phone. He grinned maliciously. “Good! What a man! You blew up my building and still dare to come out to meet your ex-wife for a family reunion!”

As he spoke, he walked toward a black and yellow suit. “Scott, once I’ve caught you, let’s see if that old man will come out to die!”

At the same time, on the porch of 850 Winter Street, an ordinary-looking middle-aged man holding a tablet smiled. Darren, don’t disappoint me! Otherwise, how can Scott owe me a favor?

This person was naturally Luke’s Level 1 clone.

After exchanging credit points for legal income from the bigshot, Scott had rushed to San Francisco.

Luke had already arranged for an android to be stationed at 850, in case Darren was desperate.

He also knew about Darren’s underling who was monitoring Scott’s ex-wife’s house.

Of course, Luke wasn’t letting Darren, this bright red name in the system, live out of goodwill; he was purely waiting for him to complete his final task as a tool.

In fact, Darren’s phone was under constant surveillance, and his whereabouts and external communications were completely transparent to Luke.

Now that this tool had finally thought of a plan, it was time to put an end to things.

…

Ten minutes later, Scott was enjoying the “Paxton barbecue” which his daughter brought to him, when he suddenly heard a small but clear voice. “Darren is coming after you in his suit. The Benz coming from the west is his.”

Stumped for a moment, Scott then darted to the window and craned his neck.

He saw a black Benz approaching at a normal speed.

He hesitated for a moment before he put down the meat. “Little peanut, I’m going to the bathroom. I’ll come back to eat again after that.”

As he spoke, he exited the bedroom and instantly shrunk before leaving though a side room.

Several flying ants had just taken off outside the house. They caught Scott as he jumped down from the second floor, and they flew toward the Benz.

It wasn’t that he was impulsive, but that he had seen Darren in this black Benz before.

It was always better to be sure.

The flying ants quickly reached the Benz and Scott threw himself onto the car.

Scott looked through the windshield and saw a figure in a yellow and black suit.

Scott’s expression immediately changed.

Hope had mentioned Darren’s research results before, and she had indeed mentioned that the suit was yellow and black.

Scott’s heart tightened. No! He couldn’t let Darren charge into Maggie and Cassie’s house and hurt them.

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