"Is Captain Stacy interested in the weapons developed by Aurantius Industries?"
Seeing George Stacy hesitating to speak, Luca casually asked as they walked toward the corner of the building.
He didn't ask this without reason.
As mentioned before, a large amount of Chitauri weaponry was left in Manhattan after the Battle of New York.
This led to several recent violent crimes in New York involving alien weapons.
The harm caused by these incidents was clearly beyond what petty criminals used to inflict.
Earlier, he had used the [Dominator] to blast a dump truck. Although the record showed it was a company experimental prototype—specifically, a failed high-energy particle pistol that was once a core component of the [Dominator]...
To the uninformed, this portable, high-power weapon obviously had very promising prospects.
However, George Stacy shook his head awkwardly.
"Uh, that's not it. Although I do think your company's products are impressive, procuring equipment isn't something I can decide on my own."
Although George Stacy had significant authority as the NYPD Captain...
Weapon orders required approval from the finance, audit, and logistics departments within the NYPD, and the final decision went all the way up to the Mayor's office.
Not to mention the tedious procedures of bidding and financial appropriation. As a captain, he at most had some advisory power.
However, Captain Stacy didn't beat around the bush. After explaining the equipment issue, he continued.
"That truck driver you... injured. Our investigation found a large amount of alcohol in his system. He was clearly drinking while driving."
"What? Does Captain Stacy think this incident was an accident?" Luca asked, a playful look on his face.
"No, no. In fact, the investigation results showed that the alcohol was mostly in his stomach and hadn't been fully absorbed yet. So, we suspect the driver was trying to use drunkenness to cover up his crime."
"My personal judgment is that this incident was indeed highly likely a premeditated malicious attack."
Shamila rolled her eyes. Did something so obvious need to be restated so solemnly?
Captain Stacy ignored Shamila's look and kept his eyes on Luca, continuing without pause.
"As for your claim that the mastermind might be related to your uncle, Mr. Dragan Aurantius, we can't confirm that yet. But the police will do our best to find the real culprit and bring him to justice."
"So, I hope Mr. Aurantius will cooperate with our police work in the future."
Luca raised an eyebrow upon hearing this, then handed over his business card.
Actually, Luca had already left Shamila's number at the station. Offering his own card now was a sign of his approval of George Stacy.
"Then I'll thank Captain Stacy in advance for seeking justice on my behalf."
Seeing the card presented to him, George Stacy hesitated briefly before accepting it, then took his leave.
Watching his retreating back as he returned to the precinct, Luca felt that the man had rushed out to find him for more than just these few simple words.
Actually, the reason Luca chose to call the police, cooperate with them, and even directly implicate his uncle Dragan was precisely because he wanted to use police intervention alongside his own efforts to root out whoever was behind Dragan.
Yes, even though he hadn't identified the attackers, he had already pinned this on his cheap uncle.
Otherwise, Luca didn't believe in coincidences like being attacked in a car crash right after the guy provoked him.
And if it turned out Dragan wasn't behind it?
Well, he was just casting a wide net. It wasted the NYPD's resources, not his. He wouldn't lose anything.
After watching George Stacy leave, another car sent by the company was already waiting outside the precinct.
After getting in, Luca leaned back wearily against the seat.
Between the funeral and the car crash, he was exhausted after a long day.
In fact, due to his mother Gina's hospitalization, Luca had spent almost all his time at the hospital recently.
Combined with organizing his father's funeral, he had put many things on hold.
Now with this new mess, he had a premonition that his future life wouldn't be peaceful.
"By the way, Auntie Shamila, did the items I ordered arrive?"
"Master, they were ready yesterday. But because we had to... organize the master's funeral today, I had them temporarily stored in the living room."
Luca nodded, but then he looked at the brand-new prosthetic Tony Stark had given him.
Or rather, at the pale blue panel floating above it.
Yes, previously, "Core Components" only displayed the synthesis panel upon contact, so they didn't really affect Luca.
However, since this mechanical prosthetic was attached directly to his arm, it was constantly in a state of "contact."
Luca didn't know how to cancel the panel, so the glaring pale blue display followed his arm everywhere.
Although it had no "collision volume" and its semi-transparent state didn't block his vision...
In his eyes, the glowing white arm and the obtrusive blue panel constantly gave him the urge to tap it and do something.
I need to synthesize this thing ASAP. It's glowing so much it's kinda creepy.
With that in mind, Luca checked the "Synthesis Materials" required on the panel and spoke again.
"Auntie Shamila, sorry to trouble you again. Please contact the company's logistics department and send over 5 different models of grappling hook launchers and 5 small hydraulic transmission rods under 50 centimeters."
Luca paused slightly.
He was trying to guess what kind of item would qualify as a "Micro Therapeutic Device" according to the synthesis panel.
"Hmm, also order a low-to-medium frequency therapeutic device, a microwave therapy device for neck and shoulders, a laser and infrared acupuncture device, and a magnetic therapy wristband. One of each. I need the smallest models available on the market; the specific efficacy and brand don't matter."
Shamila was puzzled but meticulously recorded all of Luca's requests.
She knew that since the master passed away, Master Luca had been working hard researching and tinkering with these strange things.
He had collected quite a lot of materials and equipment.
And it wasn't fruitless. At least that magical pistol the young master called the [Dominator] was something he had "crafted" alone without her knowing.
Shamila didn't understand scientific research, but she was very clear about the magical power of that weapon during testing.
In Shamila's heart, Master Luca was now a super scientific genius comparable to the late master.
So even if Luca's material requests were strange, she never hesitated in preparing them.
After all, the world of geniuses is always hard to understand.
Just when Shamila thought the list was complete, Luca looked at the last "Synthesis Material" on the panel and spoke again in a flat tone.
"Also, get me 10 vibrators of different models and specifications!"
"????"