Chapter 52: Spoils of War

Looking at the headless corpse of Kingpin as it slumped heavily to the ground, Luca finally let out a silent, long breath.

In truth, if the battery of the Dominator had fallen just a fraction short of mustering that single 'shot' at the very last moment—or if Kingpin, mortal flesh though he was, had managed to keep pushing forward through the hail of gunfire straight toward him—Luca would have been forced to rely on the Power-Enhancing Shoes to blast apart chunks of rubble as the ultimate finisher for this battle.

'Good thing, even though this strength doesn't quite look like the Netflix version of Kingpin, at least it isn't the animated version either. He didn't die an unjust death~'

With a casual spin of the weapon, he holstered the Dominator at his waist, its entire body—down to the LED light strips along the frame—now completely dark.

Luca turned his head to look at the other three, who were likewise beginning to relax.

It seemed that Kingpin, right up until the final moment, had still managed to instill a considerable sense of pressure in these elite mercenaries who had never truly witnessed the combat prowess of a supervillain.

Only then did Luca notice that Baymax's 'belly' had somehow deflated.

Clearly, during the heat of the combat, the outermost carbon-fiber armor had been accidentally punctured by stray bullets.

Some of those carbon-fiber plates, which had originally relied on internal air pressure to lock tightly into place, had now scattered and slid completely off.

At that moment, the deflated version of Baymax was carefully bending over, picking up its fallen armor plates one by one and cradling them in its arms.

Just as Luca was about to step forward and tell Baymax to stop bothering, since he could just custom-make a new set for it back home, Shamira on the other side trotted all the way over to the bulletproof glass room where Kingpin had previously taken cover. Raging through the debris on the floor for a moment, she fished out the two share transfer agreements that had been dropped earlier.

"Young master, the contracts seem to be genuine."

Seeing this, Luca merely glanced casually at the slightly battered covers of the two documents, nodding with a calm expression.

"Aunt Shamira, hold onto them for me for now. We can have a specialized lawyer review them once we get back."

With that, Luca didn't bother dwelling on the multi-million-dollar contracts any further.

Instead, he took two steps forward and bent down to touch the shoulder of Kingpin's headless corpse.

A pale blue synthesized interface flickered past.

[TUX-1 Tactical Suit]
[The Tuxedo World 1/5]

[Manufacturer: CSA Research Division]
[Core Component: Bulletproof Suit]
[Synthesis Materials: 1 liter of black paint, 1 pair of black leather shoes, 1 pair of suction-cup gloves, 720 micron-level neural stimulation units, 1 smart watch, 2 small flexible display screens, 1 small flexible solar panel, 1 smart chip storing combat data, 1 metal lighter]
[Item Description: A high-tech, multifunctional suit designed specifically for agents. By stimulating the wearer's muscles, it enables them to execute tactical maneuvers stored within its database autonomously. Simultaneously, stimulating the muscles themselves can, to a certain extent, allow the wearer to push beyond their normal physical limits. Furthermore, this combat suit possesses a series of additional functions, including bullet resistance, invisibility, anti-gravity properties, and electromagnetic suction-cup palms.]
[Gentle Reminder: Despite the fact that this garment features dozens of functions and modes, when you actually need to use it, you will always manage to find the exact one you want within a single second. Of course, what you might need to pay more attention to is a certain 'gentleman's bug' left behind by the creators when this tactical suit was first designed.]

'A tuxedo? I think I've heard of that movie.'

After the interface appeared, Luca merely swept a quick glance over it, without taking the time to thoroughly examine all the detailed information just yet.

He immediately called out to Dun Shan and the others nearby.

"Come give me a hand. Strip this guy's suit and pants off so we can take them with us."

Saying this, Luca glanced over at Shamira, who looked ready to step forward and help.

Unwilling to let her rummage through Kingpin's bloody, mangled corpse, Luca spoke directly to her.

"Aunt Shamira, search the room again and see if there are any other important items we should take with us."

Dun Shan and Green Bull exchanged glances upon hearing this. Although Dun Shan, acting as the team leader, felt a twinge of hesitation, he still spoke up in a low voice to offer a warning.

"Young Master Luca, according to Kingpin, his gang reinforcements will be here in another seven minutes. Shouldn't we leave right away?"

In truth, Dun Shan's suggestion was hardly unreasonable.

Regardless of the fact that Kingpin was now dead, those arriving reinforcements—whether driven by a desire to avenge Kingpin or simply intending to eliminate them and claim credit in total ignorance of the situation—would pose a considerable nuisance once their numbers swelled, even if they were merely street thugs, especially to Luca's group who had just emerged from an intense battle.

Yet, Luca stubbornly shook his head, his eyes rolling as he casually fabricated an excuse.

"Then hurry up and come help. The bulletproof performance of this suit is exceptional; I plan to take it back for research."

Dun Shan and Green Bull exchanged a look of resignation. With no other choice, they quickly stepped closer and began clumsily stripping the deceased Kingpin of his attire.

Luca himself, however, chose not to get involved this time.

Instead, he turned to Baymax, who was still standing there dazed while clutching its external armor plates.

"Baymax, put your armor plates down for a moment. Help me dismantle that machine gun turret."

"Okay, Luca." Baymax obediently set the plates down on the ground, then waddled over toward the de-energized turret originally housed inside the right-hand pillar.

"Right, be careful. Don't break it."

While speaking, Luca strode directly over as well.

Indeed, it wasn't just Kingpin's bulletproof suit; the fully automated machine-gun turret as well emitted a faint white glow visible only to Luca.

However, back when that white light had first appeared—coinciding with the rising of the cylindrical shell and the machine gun preparing to calibrate and sweep the area—such a critical moment left Luca with zero time to ponder abstract concepts like 'core components.' If he didn't want to be torn to shreds by bullets, he had no choice but to react purely on instinct.

Fortunately, the turret Luca had shot and blasted apart at the time was the one on the left, and Baymax had promptly halted the rotation of the right-hand turret.

That stroke of luck had bought Luca the opportunity to calmly destroy the cylindrical housing connected to the power supply above the turret, thereby preserving the main body of the weapon itself.

Watching as Baymax wrapped its arms around the chassis of the turret and exerted a slight force—

With a sharp *crack*, the entire machine was wrenched clean off, its metal base tearing entirely away from the mount.

The remaining three onlookers all gasped in unison.

Even Dun Shan, who was still inwardly baffled as to why Luca insisted on hauling away a broken turret, kept his mouth shut at that sight.

Judging by Baymax's effortless dismantling process, the robot's 'work efficiency' vastly outpaced anything on his end.

Given how casually Baymax picked up the heavy, iron-anvil-like turret as if it weighed nothing at all, this object clearly wouldn't become a burden even if they had to run for their lives shortly.

Meanwhile, Luca, who was currently helping Baymax pick up the fallen armor plates nearby, breathed a secret sigh of relief.

'Thank goodness, even battered into this state, it's still glowing white.'

He walked up close to Baymax and placed a single hand onto the body of the turret.

A blue holographic screen immediately materialized.