Watching the burly man surrender so decisively...
Even Luca and Shamila looked at each other, a bit stunned.
In fact, when they followed the escapee to this remote pier, they were worried about a fierce battle ahead.
Before parking, Shamila was even considering how to persuade the young master to stop.
Who knew that when Luca turned on his [Tracking Glasses] and used thermal imaging to scout the enemy situation inside the warehouse, he found only a measly four people guarding the huge space.
After a brief discussion, the two decided to go all in and "storm" the place directly.
As a result, the four unlucky guards posted at different spots were silently taken out by Shamila without making a sound.
The bearded burly man in front of them, suspected to be the leader, was the last threatening enemy Luca had observed via thermal imaging.
However, facing this guy who looked very cooperative and ready to spill everything, Luca ignored him.
Instead, he walked straight past the burly man, who sat there with hands raised high, daring not to move, and approached the wooden door behind him.
He gently pushed the wooden door open.
In the room behind the door, a man with his hands and feet firmly bound was lying on the ground, inching towards the door like a worm.
Seeing this, Luca squatted down slightly, looking at the man whose mouth was taped shut.
The lenses of his semi-rimless glasses, perhaps due to the reflection of the light, were suddenly covered by a layer of bright white sheen, completely hiding his eyes.
"My dear uncle, is this the partner you found?"
Yes, the guy tied up like a prisoner in front of him was none other than Luca's cheap uncle, Dragan.
It was precisely because he had observed "Dragan" through thermal imaging that Luca ignored the bearded man in the outer room and walked straight in.
"Oh, my mistake. You can't speak like this~"
Saying this, Luca's smile didn't fade. He reached out to Dragan's face and ripped off the tape covering his mouth.
Rip~
A crisp sound.
Followed by Dragan's cries of pain.
Looking at the few strands of beard stuck to the tape, Luca shook his hand in disgust and tossed it aside.
"Luca! Luca! Believe me, I didn't do those things! It was all Kingpin! Kingpin forced me! I'm your uncle, how could I send people to assassinate you!"
As soon as Dragan could speak, he endured the burning pain on his face and began to beg and explain, crying loudly.
His face was covered in tears and snot, his expression twisted.
However, seeing this, Luca showed no sympathy. Instead, he took a step back with even more disgust.
Even though his right hand was a mechanical prosthetic made by Stark, Luca didn't want it contaminated by anything filthy.
But Dragan's words made the playful look in Luca's eyes behind the glasses turn serious.
Previously, knowing there were only a few gangsters in this warehouse, that Dragan himself was tied up here, and that the location wasn't in Hell's Kitchen...
Luca had thought his earlier guess was just bias from knowing the Marvel series, and that Kingpin might not be involved after all.
He thought that once he dealt with this group, he could sleep easy.
Who would have thought Dragan would expose the mastermind as soon as he opened his mouth?
Damn, I knew it wouldn't be that simple! Luca cursed inwardly, but kept his expression impassive.
However, seeing Luca's emotionless face, Dragan became even more terrified and continued begging.
"Luca, for your mother Gina's sake, spare me this time! It's all Kingpin's fault! He sought me out and told me to fight you for the company. And the people who tried to kill you were sent by Barton! If you want revenge, go find him!"
But just as he finished speaking, before Luca could react...
The bearded burly man outside, who had been quietly waiting for "judgment," suddenly cursed loudly.
"Bullsht! Dragan, you bastard! You were the one who came to me proposing this job!! And didn't you scam Kingpin too? What the fck are you pretending to be innocent for?! You sewer rat! Vermin! Son of a btch!"
Hearing the continuous cursing from outside, Luca stopped keeping a straight face. A look of interest returned to his face as he stared into Dragan's eyes.
"Oho~ I assume he's the Barton you mentioned?"
"My dear uncle, it seems you haven't been honest with me?"
Facing Luca's composed demeanor, Dragan panicked. He wanted to argue, but Luca stepped on his head to shut him up.
Ignoring Dragan on the ground, who was racking his brains for a new lie, Luca stood up and ordered Baymax outside.
"Baymax, take that bearded guy to the open space in the warehouse outside. restrain him. Don't let him run, and don't let him speak."
Hearing this, Baymax, who had been staring blankly at a spiderweb on the ceiling, immediately stood at attention.
"Baymax understands." (●—●)
Then Baymax shuffled over to the burly man named Barton, covered his bearded mouth with one large hand, and gripped his shoulder tightly with the other.
"Hello. I am taking you outside now. Please do not struggle violently to avoid injury." (●—●)
After speaking, Baymax ignored Barton's struggles and dragged him out of the room, standing still in the open space of the warehouse.
Baymax's grip was like an iron clamp. No matter how much Barton struggled, he couldn't move an inch. Eventually, he went limp like a dead fish on shore, half his body paralyzed, standing motionless.
Seeing Baymax controlling the guy named Barton, Shamila thought for a moment, holstered her gun, and entered the room.
"Master, leave the dirty work to me."
After speaking, Shamila gave Dragan on the ground a look of disgust, then walked behind Luca and stood silently like a stone statue guard.
"Alright, now that the irrelevant personnel are gone, it's time for you, Uncle, to answer my questions."
"However... if your answers differ from Barton's, I imagine someone will inevitably be punished for it~"