Marvel: The Imposter Inventor

Chapter 19 Assassination Squad
Seeing Dragan's trembling appearance, the man in front of him asked in a gentle voice.

"It seems that your relationship with your nephew isn't as good as you say?"

Upon hearing this, Dragan quickly shook his head, his face full of a fawning smile that he himself was unaware of.

"He's just a kid, what does he know? Next time! I'm sure I can convince him next time."

Hearing the contradictory statements from the other party, Wesley simply shook his head calmly.

If this guy, whose brain has been ruined by drugging, weren't still of some use, he wouldn't say a word to him.

Well, in fact, he doesn't want to waste any more words now.

Wesley casually opened the car door and beckoned to the two men in suits who were still waiting outside.

"Take him away, don't let him run around!"

Upon hearing this, Dragan seemed to realize something and his mind cleared up instantly. While struggling to break free from the men in black, he clung to the car door and begged for mercy.

"Wesley!! Trust me, give me another chance! I'm sure I can convince that kid!"

"Once I take over the company, I will definitely pay back the money I owe you!"

"Twice! No, three times! I'll give you three times back!"

However, Wesley completely ignored Dragan's pleas for mercy. After glancing at Dragan's soaked trousers, he continued to give orders with a hint of disgust.

"Go change this guy's pants and clean him up!"

After saying that, without paying any attention to Dragan being dragged out of the carriage while trembling, he took out a handkerchief to cover his nose and then took out his phone to make a call.

"boss!"

"How did things go?"

On the other end of the phone was a deep male voice.

Wesley subconsciously put down his handkerchief, straightened his collar, and sat up straight before respectfully replying.

"Dragan messed up; one of us died. But the body wasn't found, so we shouldn't be able to trace our presence for now."

There was still silence on the other end of the phone. Wesley hesitated for a moment before adding more.

"After that, I will first contact his mother's attending physician and ask them to postpone issuing the diagnosis and make a judgment based on the possibility that the condition might improve. This should delay the inheritance and the start of the board meeting."

This time, the person on the other end of the phone finally spoke again, but there was no emotion in their voice.

"Do it your way."

After a slight pause, the man continued to give instructions.

"I have received information that someone in the Upper East Side has reached an agreement with the government to participate in the recovery of alien debris."

"Policies may change at any time, and we must get things sorted out in the central district as soon as possible."

Hearing the dial tone from the other end of the phone, Wesley finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Gently wipe the phone screen and put it in your pocket.

He then glanced at the spot where Dragan had been sitting, frowned slightly, and gave the order in a cold tone.

"Let's go to the car wash!"

The car started and drove smoothly into the distance.

Meanwhile, Luca, also inside the car, was listening to Samira's report.

"It seems my uncle has indeed found some powerful backer?"

Feeling the mechanical prosthetic limb he had just been fitted with, Luca quietly pondered the ordeal Samira had recounted.

“Young Master Luca, the other side sent out six gunmen at once, which is clearly an organized group.”

"I suggest that while investigating who Dragan has recently been in contact with, we should also strengthen your security team."

Although Samira believed that she could easily take down those six enemies in a head-on fight, even if there were twice as many, if they were using firearms, killing the enemy and protecting her own people were not the same thing, and she couldn't guarantee that she could stay by Luca's side all the time.

Now that we know someone is spying on us in the dark, we should take precautions in advance.

Luca had no objection to this, nor did he believe that having a few special gadgets would be enough to handle every crisis. In situations like this, expanding the security team was undoubtedly a wise choice.

However, it's currently proving difficult for Luca to utilize the company's security forces.

"Does Aunt Samira have any suitable helper recommendations?"

Luca's idea was to spend some money to find a suitable security company to use temporarily.

Although the company's funds are unavailable, the family has considerable assets through other investments such as funds.

Unexpectedly, upon hearing Luca's words, Samira hesitated slightly and whispered.

"actually."

Seeing Samira's hesitant manner, Luca was somewhat puzzled, but still gestured for her to continue.

"Actually, the lady also has a private combat squad under her command. It is not large, but all of them are elites."

Seeing Luca's puzzled expression in the rearview mirror, she continued to explain.

"This team is nominally the company's weapons testers, but they also take on some odd jobs overseas from time to time."

"Nominally?" Samira's words immediately piqued Luca's curiosity.

"Yes, mainly to make it easier for them to obtain equipment and move around."

"Well, in fact, usually, things that the lady can't handle herself are left to them to take care of."

"hiss"

Although Samira's words were quite vague, Luca had already understood what she meant.

'Good heavens! An assassination squad? Are arms dealers' business battles this realistic?!'

Unexpectedly, the mother in the original owner's memories, who was gentle and considerate at home and a strong career woman outside, actually had such a power in secret.

However, upon further reflection on the way American capital operates, Luca seemed to think that he might be making a mountain out of a molehill.

Are these people trustworthy?

Well, that's a somewhat redundant question.

Trust should be the most basic requirement for someone willing to do these shady things for the Orange family.

However, the current situation is special. Luca himself, whether due to his age or his familiarity with the team, must bring these matters to the forefront to reconfirm them before he can feel at ease.

What if they look down on him as the young master and have other ulterior motives?

Calling them back to protect you would be like inviting a wolf into your house.

However, Samira responded firmly upon hearing this.

"Young master, please rest assured! All the members of this squad are veterans from the Sokovia battlefield!"

Hearing the name Sokovia reassured Luca somewhat.

As for why the soldiers of the Sokovia Army are trustworthy, we have to start with the Orange family's origins.

Luca's parents were not traditional American residents.

Based on what Samira has said these past few days, and piecing together the information from the original owner's memories,

Luca's father, the deceased Hermann von, had a relatively simple background. He was of mixed Chinese and Italian descent, with both his parents being immigrants from previous generations.

In more traditional terms, Hermann was considered to have married into the Orange family.

In contrast, the situation of the mother, Gina Orange, is more complicated.

(End of this chapter)