Marvel: The Imposter Inventor

Chapter 42 My Dear Uncle~
Seeing this burly man so readily admit defeat.

Even Luca and Samira were looking at each other in bewilderment.

In fact, when the two of them drove to this remote dock, they were worried that a big battle might be about to break out.

Even before parking, Samira was still thinking about how to persuade the young master to stop.

To everyone's surprise, when Luca activated his [tracking glasses] and used the thermal infrared imaging mode to investigate the enemy situation inside the warehouse, he discovered that there were only four people guarding the huge warehouse.

After discussing it, the two decided to go all out and force their way in.

As a result, the four unlucky guys who were guarding their respective spots were all taken care of by Samira without even making a sound.

The burly, bearded man, who is suspected to be the leader of the opposing side, is currently the last remaining threatening enemy in Luca's thermal imaging observations.

However, Luca ignored the guy in front of him who seemed very cooperative and even ready to tell him everything.

Instead, he walked straight past the burly man who sat there with his hands raised, not daring to move, and came to the wooden door behind him.

I reached out and gently pushed open the wooden door.

Inside the room behind the door, there was a man whose hands and feet were tightly bound, lying on the ground, trying to move towards the door by arching his back.

Seeing this, Luca bent down slightly and squatted down, looking at the man whose mouth was sealed with tape.

His normally transparent half-rimmed glasses, perhaps due to the reflection of the light, were suddenly covered by a layer of bright white reflection, making it impossible to see his eyes clearly.

"My dear uncle, is this the business partner you found?"

Yes, the guy in front of them, bound tightly and looking exactly like a prisoner, was none other than Luca's uncle, Dragan.

It was precisely because he observed the existence of 'Dragan' through thermal imaging that Luca ignored the burly bearded man in the outer room and walked straight in.

"Oh, it was my mistake. You seem unable to speak like that."

As he spoke, Luca's smile remained unchanged. He reached out and ripped the tape sealing Dragan's mouth off.

"Stab~"

There was a crisp sound.

Immediately following this were Dragan's repeated cries of pain.

Looking at the few remaining wisps of beard on the tape, Luca disdainfully shook his hand and tossed it aside.

"Luca! Luca! Believe me, I didn't do any of those things. It was Kingpin, that Kingpin forced me to do it. I'm your uncle, why would I want to send someone to assassinate you!"

As soon as Dragan was able to speak, he immediately endured the burning pain on his face and began to beg for mercy and explain.

His face was covered in tears and snot, and his expression was quite distorted.

However, Luca showed no sympathy at all; instead, he took a half-step back with even more disdain.

Even though his right hand was a mechanical prosthetic made by Stark, Luca didn't want it to get dirty or dirty.

However, Dragan's words made Luca's previously playful gaze behind his glasses turn serious.

Previously, when Luca learned that there were only a few gangsters in the warehouse, that Dragan, the main culprit, was tied up there, and that the location wasn't even in Hell's Kitchen, he had already assumed that his earlier guesses were just a prejudice stemming from watching the Marvel series, and that this matter might truly have nothing to do with King, and that it was all just his own imagination.

Once I can deal with this group of people, I can continue to relax and have nothing to worry about.

Who would have thought that Dragan would reveal the real culprit as soon as he opened his mouth.

'Damn, it wasn't that easy to handle after all!' Luca cursed inwardly, but remained outwardly calm.

However, Dragan, seeing Luca's expressionless face, became even more terrified and hurriedly continued to beg for mercy.

"Luca, for your mother Gina's sake, spare me this time! It's all Kingpin's fault. He's the one who approached me and made me compete with you for the company. And the person who killed you was also sent by Barton. If you want revenge, go find him!"

But no sooner had he finished speaking than Luca had no chance to react.

The burly, bearded man outside the door, who had been quietly and obediently waiting to be 'judged,' suddenly started cursing loudly.

"You're talking nonsense! Dragan, you bastard! You were the one who approached me and said you wanted to do this job!! And wasn't Kim also tricked by you? What the hell are you pretending to be innocent for! You stinking bug in the gutter! You rat! You son of a bitch!"

Hearing the incessant cursing outside the door, Luca's expression softened, and he regained his interest, staring intently into Dragan's eyes.

"Oh ho~ I suppose he's the Patton you were talking about?"

"My dear uncle, it seems you haven't been telling me the truth?"

Faced with Luca's calm and composed demeanor, Dragan panicked and tried to explain, but Luca stepped on his head and made him shut up.

Ignoring Dragan, who was racking his brains on the ground trying to figure out how to cover it up, Luca stood up again and gave an order to the big white figure outside the door.

"Big White, help me take that bearded man to the open space outside the warehouse and keep him under control. Don't let him escape, and don't let him make a sound."

Upon hearing this, Big White, who had been staring blankly at the spider web on the ceiling in the outer room, immediately stood up straight.

"I understand." (●—●)

Then Big White took small, quick steps to the burly man named Barton, reached out a large hand to cover his bearded mouth, and gripped the man's shoulder tightly with the other hand.

"Hello, I'm going to take you outside now. Please don't struggle violently to avoid getting hurt." (●—●)

After saying that, Da Bai ignored the other person's struggles and dragged him out of the room, where they stood still in the open space inside the warehouse.

Big White's powerful grip was like a thousand-pound iron hoop, no matter how much Barton struggled, he couldn't budge it. In the end, he could only stand there, exhausted, like a dead fish that had been brought ashore, half of his body limp and motionless.

Seeing that Big White was able to control the guy named Barton, Samira thought for a moment and then put away her gun and went inside.

"Young Master, I can handle the physical work."

After saying that, Samira glanced disdainfully at Dragan on the ground, then walked straight behind Luca, standing like a guarding statue and saying nothing more.

"Alright, now that the irrelevant people have left, it's up to you, Uncle, to answer my questions."

"However, if your answer differs from that of Patton, I think someone will inevitably be punished for it later."

(End of this chapter)