Preparing to Release Him
What can be done when a case lacks sufficient evidence, or even when the original order itself is problematic?
Of course, we'll release them. Do you think you can magically create evidence out of nowhere and force a conviction?
What If...? the other party is an insignificant nobody, a marginalized member of society, they might use some underhanded tactics, fabricate some evidence, and kill them. Don't think the FBI is some kind of righteous and noble organization; they wouldn't do anything malicious.
Unfortunately, the other party wasn't someone whose authority could be easily manipulated, and they also had a top-tier lawyer by their side, making them a major headache for the FBI. Moreover, they knew their actions were highly unethical, and they were at a loss as to how to appease them.
After hanging up on Nick Fury, Owen Davis didn't have time to think about how to deal with his old comrade-in-arms; he was already desperately trying to figure out how to clean up the mess.
By reading through the information on the parties involved—which was all that they could gather— Owen Davis made a plan in his mind.
He personally went to the interrogation room, which was the temporary holding area for the parties involved and their accompanying lawyers.
Frankly, the absurdity of this whole affair is unlike anything Owen Davis has ever witnessed.
The person involved is unaware of their crime, so the lawyer has no way to assist in the defense. The organization that issued the order to kill or arrest on the spot cannot produce any legal evidence of what the other party has done. After contacting them, all that is received is the response of "administrative negligence".
As a result, the FBI, having apprehended the individuals, were unsure how to proceed, while the individuals and their lawyers sat facing each other in the interrogation room. Even on FBI territory, they dared not speak openly.
The other party was not some lowly peasant, or a poor household struggling to even reach the tax threshold and relying on subsidies for survival. Rather, he was the most prominent man in Hollywood during this period.
Of course, this buzz wasn't in the newspapers and media, but rather in the private discussions among Hollywood people. The cinematic digital imaging technology has touched the hearts of countless people and sparked numerous debates.
For someone like this, Owen Davis didn't even consider pushing his subordinates to take the fall. Because none of his men could handle it, and in the end, the burden would fall back on him. So it was better to be decisive and step in himself.
Moreover, the person behind them is Tony Stark. If they provoke this young master into showing up, they'll have to have their own director fly in from Washington, D. C. Guess who will get taken down in the end?
The key to breaking the deadlock that Owen Davis found was that although his opponent was meticulous,
The memory of the agents who had fallen victim to his schemes and been forced to be sent to Alaska was still fresh in his mind. Although those two guys resigned after only a few days on the job, it was still a stain on their careers, albeit not insignificant.
But he wasn't the kind of Old Money type who knew how to use his power. He was very law-abiding and had special abilities, but his thinking was still that of someone from the lower class—afraid of trouble and problems.
This doesn't mean that people from privileged backgrounds aren't afraid of trouble or problems. It just means they can afford to pay to transfer those troubles to others, such as hiring lawyers, keeping quiet, or finding someone to take the blame.
Therefore, these people tend to act recklessly in their daily lives. Fortunately, the guy in front of me isn't like that.
Even with a lawyer present, it's not easy to intimidate them. However, it's not impossible to find legally permissible ways to make the other party back down.
Having made up his mind, Owen Davis had the documents prepared and tidied his appearance in front of the mirror. Adopting the posture of a superior, with the most serious expression, he walked into the interrogation room, which had been silent for a long time, accompanied by his subordinates.
He began by introducing himself. "Owen Davis, Assistant Director of the FBI Los Angeles Office."
The hand of friendship was first extended to the prominent lawyer. Only after a careful handshake did they exchange perfunctory greetings with Henry.
Brown gave it a light squeeze.
The fact that the senior lawyer didn't correct this seemingly unintentional attitude is quite intriguing. Owen Davis considered himself to have won a minor victory.
Both parties took their seats.
The seasoned FBI district chief had no intention of letting the lawyer take control of the situation. He began by saying, "I would like to apologize to Mr. Brown for taking up so much of your time."
"According to our investigation, the arrest warrant for Mr. Brown was an administrative oversight by other units."
This happened because the criminal acts of other Mutants were mistakenly attributed to Mr. Brown and incorrectly reported to the national law enforcement system.
"Mr. Brown may leave once he has signed this statement."
As he spoke, the capable detective who had accompanied him into the interrogation room placed a document on the table and pushed it out.
That was a statement confirming that the person had not been mistreated. These law enforcement agencies are also afraid of potential disputes later on, so as long as they haven't really done anything wrong, they still sign a disclaimer before releasing the person to cover any potential future disputes.
The lawyer was all too familiar with this kind of tactic. He took a look and saw nothing seriously wrong.
They were all standard rules and sentences. He placed them in front of Henry and nodded to him, the person in charge.
Henry didn't bother with any more words and hastily signed his name. He had been delayed by the police and FBI for too long and was already impatient.
"May I leave now, Director Davis?" the lawyer asked, standing up and buttoning his suit jacket. He was clearly quite confident that his client could leave.
However, Owen Davis didn't budge, instead stating seriously, "Actually, we still have a small problem to solve."
What's the problem?
Owen Davis took another, thicker document from the agent behind him, flipped through it casually, glanced at it a few times, and then placed it on the table, pushing it out as he said:
"For the search of the crime scene, we do not need additional Court orders. However, because there is a considerable amount of information equipment at the scene, rather than traditional paper documents, we can only hand this part over to specialists for investigation."
"Unfortunately, due to negligence on the part of the forensic team, the information equipment seized from Mr. Brown's home has been lost. We have appraised the equipment based on the recorded list and determined a compensation amount."
In addition, there was also damage that occurred during our investigation, which has also been appraised. If Mr. Brown agrees, we will immediately issue a compensation check. You can then go back and purchase new furniture and equipment.
The lawyer, of course, reviewed the contents first. Finding no major issues with the wording or format, he then handed it over to Henry.
Henry should have looked away; what he saw made him laugh in exasperation. Leaving aside the unimportant furniture, the most expensive item on the list of compensation for his personal equipment was Stark Computer he'd bought four or five years ago! And that was after depreciation.
The rest of the equipment, lacking a brand, was considered worthless scrap metal. But even if it were truly scrap metal, a good company would weigh it and calculate its scrap metal price. The FBI, however, compensated each piece individually, offering only a few dollars per item, less than the price of scrap metal.
In other words, after his home was searched, all his information, audio, and photographic equipment were officially declared "lost."
The compensation they can receive is less than a thousand, only a little over seven hundred.
More than half of the money came from that old Stark Computer. The time and knowledge Henry invested in his creations were completely worthless in the official appraisal.
How could I not laugh?