Marvel: The Imposter Inventor

Chapter 22 Police-Community Cooperation
After a while.

A small electric scooter hurriedly drove up.

The tires screeched against the ground, coming to a stop on the side of the road in a very disheveled manner.

The newcomer had blond hair, wore a suit, and carried a leather briefcase that was clearly a counterfeit.

At first glance, he's just a slightly chubby young man trying to appear mature.

However, after getting out of the car, the man immediately locked onto Luca and Samira, who were also standing on the side of the road being carefully avoided by passersby, and spoke in a calm and polite tone.

"This must be Mr. Luca Orange, right? Hello, I am Fudge Nelson, an intern at Rand Law Firm. I'm here to temporarily assist you with this emergency."

Before Luca could say anything, Samira questioned him with displeasure.

"Intern lawyer?"

It's important to understand that Orange Industries is a major client with a long-term partnership with Rand Law Firm. Even though only Luca, a 14-year-old boy, has made a request to the firm, sending only an intern lawyer seems to be a sign that Orange Industries is not taken seriously at all.

Luca, on the other hand, glanced at his watch. Less than five minutes had passed, and the other party had arrived even faster than the New York Police Department officers. A smile immediately appeared on his face.

As expected, the young man named Fudge, upon hearing Samira's question, showed no fear whatsoever, but instead calmly explained.

"I was only temporarily assigned here because I live nearby. Ms. Simpson should already be on her way."

"As for my role, Mr. Orange will likely have a lot to tell me before the police arrive. I suggest we try not to waste this precious time."

At this moment, Fudge, who was supposed to be the lawyer, should have been advising Luca on how to proceed with his client, but he said the opposite, making Luca look at him with newfound respect.

He nodded and spoke first.

"Aunt Samira, could you please tell this lawyer, Nelson, what just happened?"

Upon hearing this, Samira stopped dwelling on the other party's status as an intern lawyer and stepped forward, speaking rapidly.

"Just now."

Police cars, ambulances, and fire trucks arrived one after another, and a cordon was quickly set up. A few injured people were also sent to the hospital after emergency treatment.

Beside a police car at the edge of the cordon, Fudge Nelson raised his hand to interrupt the long-winded speech of the bearded police officer in front of him.

"Officer! This incident is clearly an assassination attempt. Under Section 20 of the New York State Criminal Code, my client, Mr. Luca Orange, was perfectly legitimate to initiate self-defense procedures when faced with a life-threatening assassination attempt."

"As for this electromagnetic pulse pistol, it is an experimental model registered by Orange Company, with development registration number NY-2011-1221. The process was completely legal and compliant. It has already passed non-lethal testing and certification."

The bearded officer frowned as he took the screenshot from Fudge's phone, but instead of actually looking at it, he pointed to the center of the cordoned-off area.

Besides a large area of ​​ruins, there was even a bowl-shaped crater in the ground.

"Attorney Nelson, you call this non-lethal? That truck was completely blasted into scrap metal, and the driver who was just carried away lost a leg! This already constitutes suspected self-defense."

Fudge interrupted the middle-aged police officer again.

“That’s an assassin, not some ordinary driver.”

"Furthermore, the truck you mentioned was speeding towards my client at 80 miles per hour, and my client's vehicle was blocked by vehicles belonging to the attacker's accomplices on all sides. According to Article 20, Paragraph 3 of the Criminal Code, this constitutes a 'serious violent crime,' and my client has the right to unlimited self-defense."

At this point, Fudge's voice suddenly rose.

"Officer, do you really think that in that situation, my client, a 14-year-old teenager, had any other way to escape besides taking such a huge risk and choosing to use the experimental weapon he happened to be carrying?!" "Moreover, in a vehicle attack of that magnitude, my client was protecting not only himself, but also the other innocent civilians in that accident!"

The bearded police officer glanced at Luca beside him, his Adam's apple bobbing, his voice slightly hoarse.

Actually...actually

"Actually! What you should be doing now is investigating who is behind this heinous attack! Instead of making things difficult for my client, a victim who has just suffered a great shock, a teenager who is only 14 years old."

Seeing Fudge's imposing manner and sharp words, the bearded police officer broke out in a cold sweat and couldn't utter a single word for a moment.

At this moment, another middle-aged police officer, who was clearly of a higher rank and had been inspecting the scene earlier, walked over quickly with a frown on his face.

However, after seeing Luca's appearance, the newcomer was taken aback for a moment, and then nodded thoughtfully.

"James, there's no need to ask any further questions. Please, this gentleman..."

“Luca Orange.” Luca smiled and nodded.

"Please ask Mr. Luca to help you get a victim's statement from the bureau, and then send that high-powered weapon to the technical department for a briefing. You don't need to worry about anything else."

But he had only just finished saying that.

On the other side, a smartly dressed mature woman lifted the police cordon with one hand and entered the scene, speaking softly.

"Chief Stacy, I'm afraid you won't be able to get your way. This handgun involves Orange Industries' core trade secrets, and if an investigation is needed, you may require approval from the state government. Furthermore, you'll need a confidentiality review team appointed by the police, working in collaboration with Orange Industries engineers, to conduct the investigation."

“Ms. Simpson!” Fudge gave a slight bow to the newcomer.

Gerald Simpson, a senior partner at the law firm of DeLan, is Fudge's direct superior.

Ms. Simpson first nodded and smiled at Luca before turning her attention back to Chief Stacy.

The middle-aged director, George Stacy, rubbed his temples with a great headache.

The young, chubby guy was already troublesome enough, and now a well-known New York lawyer has joined the fray.

These lawyers are all incredibly difficult to deal with.

This is why he previously delegated communication between his subordinates and the victims' lawyers.

However, he had no intention of making things difficult for Luca. Now that the opposing lawyer had offered a way out, he took the opportunity to shrug helplessly and said...

"We need to take statements, right? That way we can find out who's behind this attack more quickly."

Upon hearing this, Ms. Simpson turned to look at Luca again and added.

“Mr. Luca, remember, the necessity of self-defense does not depend on the power of the weapon, but on the timeliness of the violence. Today you not only protected yourself, but also saved the jobs of all the employees of Orange Industries. Therefore, whether or not to cooperate with the police investigation is entirely up to you.”

Upon hearing this, Chief George's temple throbbed with a vein.

Fortunately, this time Luca did not refuse, but instead gave him a kind smile.

"We would be delighted to cooperate with the police!"

(End of this chapter)