"Is Director George Stacy also interested in the weapons developed by our Orange Industries?"
Seeing George Stacy's hesitant expression, Luca walked towards the corner of the building and asked casually.
There was a reason for him to ask that.
As mentioned before, recently, due to the Battle of New York, a large number of Chitauri weapons remained in Manhattan.
This has led to several violent crimes using alien weapons in New York recently.
The harm caused by these incidents was clearly incomparable to the petty criminals of the past.
Although the so-called company test product, officially registered as a failed high-energy particle gun that was once a core component of the Dominator, was what he used to blow up a large truck with one shot from the Dominator.
However, in the eyes of those who didn't understand, this portable, high-power weapon clearly had a very good future.
However, George Stacy shook his head awkwardly.
"Uh, no, it's not that. Although I am very optimistic about your company's products, the procurement of equipment is not something I can decide on my own."
Although George Stacy, as the Director of New York, had indeed a lot of power.
However, issues with such weapon orders not only required review by various departments within the New York Police Department, including finance, auditing, and logistics, but the final decision also had to go up to the New York City Mayor's Office.
Not to mention the subsequent complicated procedures such as bidding and financial appropriations. As the Director, he merely had a small right to make suggestions.
However, Director George did not keep him in suspense, only explaining the equipment issue before continuing.
"The truck driver who was... injured by you, according to our investigation, had a large amount of alcohol in his system, and he was clearly drinking continuously while driving."
"What? Director George Stacy thinks this incident was an accident?" Luca's face showed a hint of playfulness upon hearing this.
"No, no, in fact, the investigation results show that a large amount of alcohol was present in the other party's stomach and intestines, and it hadn't even been fully absorbed. Therefore, we suspect that this was just the driver trying to cover up his crime by binge drinking."
"My personal judgment at the moment is that this incident is indeed very likely to be a premeditated malicious attack."
Samira, who was standing by, rolled her eyes upon hearing this. Did such an obvious matter really need to be explained to them again so formally?
Director George Stacy, however, ignored Samira's gaze and continued to stare at Luca, speaking non-stop.
"As for what you said about the mastermind behind the attack possibly being related to your uncle, Mr. Dragan Orange, that cannot be confirmed for now. However, our police will do our best to find the real culprit and bring him to justice."
"So, we hope Mr. Orange will cooperate with our police work more in the future."
Luca raised an eyebrow upon hearing this, then handed over his business card.
In fact, Luca had already left Samira's phone number at the police station before. Now, handing over his business card again was also a way of expressing his approval of George Stacy.
Upon seeing the business card offered to him, George Stacy hesitated for a moment before accepting it, then said goodbye and left.
As Luca watched him return to the police station, he couldn't shake the feeling that the other party had rushed out to find him not just to say such simple things.
Actually, the reason Luca chose to call the police and cooperate with their work, even directly revealing information about his uncle Dragan, was precisely because he wanted to use police intervention to simultaneously uncover the person behind Dragan.
Yes, although he hadn't yet figured out the identity of the attacker, he had already attributed this incident to his cheap uncle.
Otherwise, Luca didn't believe there would be such a coincidence: the other party had just provoked him, and then he encountered a car accident.
What if the final result was that Dragan didn't cause the attack?
Then he would just be killing two birds with one stone, as it was the New York Police Department's energy being expended, and he himself wouldn't lose anything.
After watching George Stacy leave, the company had already sent another new car to wait outside the police station.
After getting into the car, Luca leaned back against the seat, feeling a bit tired.
Throughout the entire day, with the funeral and the car accident, he was already somewhat exhausted.
In fact, these days, due to his mother Gina's hospitalization, Luca had basically been at the hospital all day.
In addition, he also had to handle his father's funeral, so many things were temporarily put on hold by him.
Now that this incident had occurred, he had a premonition that his future life might not be peaceful.
"By the way, Aunt Samira, have the things I ordered arrived?"
"Young Master, they were prepared yesterday, but because today we had to... well, handle the master's funeral, I had them temporarily stacked in the living room."
Luca nodded upon hearing this, but then he looked at the brand new prosthetic limb Tony Stark had given him.
Or rather, the light blue panel floating on the prosthetic limb.
Yes, before, those 'core components' would only pop up a synthesis panel when he touched them, so they didn't have any impact on Luca.
However, this mechanical prosthetic limb, being directly attached to his arm, meant it was always in a state of contact.
Luca didn't know how to dismiss this panel, so the brightly lit light blue panel kept swaying with his arm.
Although there was no 'collision volume' and its translucent state wouldn't block his vision.
But in his own eyes, that white-glowing arm and the very obtrusive light blue panel always gave Luca an urge to reach out and tap it a couple of times, to operate something.
'I must synthesize this thing as soon as possible. What's with this eerie glow?'
With that thought, Luca looked at the 'synthesis materials' required on the panel and spoke again.
"Aunt Samira, I'll have to trouble you again. Please contact the company's logistics department and have them send 5 different models of grappling hook guns and 5 small hydraulic transmission rods under 50 centimeters."
At this point, Luca paused slightly.
He was guessing in his mind, according to the synthesis panel's judgment, what kind of thing could be considered a 'miniature treatment device'.
"Hmm, also order one each of a medium-low frequency therapy device, a shoulder and neck microwave therapy device, a laser and infrared light moxibustion therapy device, and a magnetic therapy bracelet. All of them must be the smallest models on the market. The specific efficacy, strength, and brand are not important."
Samira, though a bit confused, meticulously recorded all of Luca's requests.
She knew that ever since the master passed away, Young Master Luca had been diligently researching and tinkering with these strange things.
He had collected quite a lot of various materials and equipment.
And it wasn't without effect; at least, that miraculous pistol which the young master called the Dominator was 'crafted' by the young master himself without her knowledge.
Samira didn't understand scientific research, but she was perfectly clear about the miraculous power of that weapon during testing.
In Samira's heart, Young Master Luca was now a super scientific genius comparable to the deceased master.
Therefore, even when Luca later proposed rather strange material requirements, she never hesitated in preparing them.
'After all, the World of geniuses is always harder to understand.'
Just as Samira thought that the young master's requests for items had come to an end, Luca looked at the last 'synthesis material' on the panel and spoke again in a calm tone.
"Also, get me 10 different models and specifications of vibrators!"
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