A Mix-Up at the Theater

The uniformed sergeant leading the team said with a helpless expression, "Mr. Brown, I believe you should know that movie props like these are only legally permitted for use in the process of artistic creation."

"That means it can only be used for filming, not for any other purpose. What If...? the police mistakenly believe you're carrying a firearm, you could be shot on the spot—"

Although it's possible he could be shot dead on the spot by the police, Henry Brown's Mutants identity and invulnerability to weapons have made him a suspect to the police.

Junior officers or rookies might not know this. But someone like him, who had risen to the rank of sergeant and was the primary on-site commander, certainly knew Henry Brown's intelligence.

He also knew that the other party had just resigned and no longer had Stark as a backer. Even so, his assets still belonged to the level of the wealthy.

The most sensational movie of the year, the one that Stark Studios spearheaded in investing in "Titanic," has been making headlines everywhere. It would be hard for this old Los Angeles resident not to know about it.

With the profits and bonuses from investing in this movie, it would be easy to get a lawyer to handle this toy gun case. Thinking of this, the police sergeant at the scene lost interest in handling this farcical case and didn't want to waste any more time.

The sergeant said seriously, "Mr. Brown, according to my duty, I must tell you that California also regulates replica guns. A replica like yours, which looks so realistic, produces a deafening sound just like a real gun when the sergeant, holding the gun, pulls the trigger towards the sky. The prop's vibration device simulates the recoil of a submachine gun firing, although it's much smaller than the real thing.

A group of unprepared police officers were startled and instinctively crouched down, looking left and right for the source of the gunshot.

Judging from the police officers' actions, the sound of that Uzi submachine gun firing was incredibly realistic.

It's also quite frightening. Using props like this in public places can easily cause public panic. Regardless of whether someone has a dispute with you, you shouldn't use such props to scare people.

"Therefore, I must issue you this first stern warning and a ticket. Do you accept this punishment?"

Or shall we go back to the police station and wait for your lawyer to arrive?

Henry raised his handcuffed hands, looking completely innocent. Without a word, the sergeant handed the prop gun to the officer next to him and personally unlocked Henry Brown's handcuffs.

"Please carry out your duties, officer. I have no objection to your lawful actions." Henry said, rubbing his hands where they were handcuffed. "Just my things—?"

With his sharp eyes, he noticed a policeman showing curiosity about the lead box found on him and trying to open it. Henry warned him, "Officer, What If...? I were you, I wouldn't open that thing."

That inexperienced official couldn't tolerate having his authority challenged, so in a fit of anger, he opened the lead box and arrogantly said, "So what if I opened it? I suspect you've hidden poison in here!"

The eerie green glow was quite noticeable even in the bustling, brightly lit streets of downtown Los Angeles. Henry said helplessly, "I was just about to tell you that it was something I accidentally left behind after scaring away the group of people with the prop gun. It's Uranium Stone, which is suspected to be a source of radioactive contamination."

"I put it back in the lead box and sealed it after they left. So the inside of the movie theater was actually contaminated as well, and the people who went into the movie theater to search probably didn't escape either."

"Actually, I wanted to say this from the beginning, but after you warned me with the Miranda warning, I had to shut up. Now that I'm fine, it's only right and proper that I warn you."

"I'll have to hand that thing over to the police; I can't handle it myself. So I suggest you cover the lead box. Being exposed to that visible green light for too long won't do you any good for your health."

Upon hearing this, everyone immediately moved away from the reckless young man. Even the rookie policeman who had opened the lead box stared dumbfounded at what he held in his hand. Suddenly, he jolted awake and slammed the box shut. With a mournful face, he asked, "Am I going to die?"

"I don't know, maybe I'm just misjudging. Does your police station have a Geiger counter? Use one of those to scan and you'll know the result. As for the cleaning or rinsing procedure, I'm not familiar with that. See if you have any experts who know."

Upon seeing this, the sergeant cursed, "Damn it, who is this bastard running around with something like this?"

Henry took a business card from his card holder and handed it over. "I'm not familiar with that group either; I've only met them twice."

But they might be connected to this person; you could ask him.

The name on the business card belonged to none other than Phil Coulson, the unfortunate kid from S.H.I.E.L.D..

Henry wasn't acting out of spite or wanting to annoy this guy who repeatedly acted like Superman; it was because S.H.I.E.L.D.. and Snake Shield. were essentially the same company, and he only had Coulson's business card. If he didn't hand it over, who else could he entrust it to?

With the Uranium Stone as a precedent, Henry retrieved his Uzi prop gun from another policeman quite easily. The other man even treated it like a hot potato, hurriedly throwing it to him, not wanting to keep it in his hands for even a second.

The young policeman carrying the lead box seemed to want to do the same. But Henry didn't give him a chance at all, keeping his distance with his hands raised to his face, showing no intention of taking that damned thing.

Henry originally intended to hack the uranium chip, but whether it was the Snake Shield who lacked sportsmanship and called the police, or the movie theater staff who called the police, things changed after the police arrived.

The radiation pollution inside the movie theater could be addressed by finding connections and funding an interior renovation and refurbishment project, which would also clean up the radiation pollution.

Anyway, it's something that money can solve, so it's not difficult at all. If this second-run theater wants to book a whole theater for a few days, it won't cost much at all.

But since the police have intervened, many people may have also been contaminated. Not wanting them to unknowingly poison their own families, Henry had to tell the truth. To increase credibility, he couldn't keep the uranium.

Once exposed, the U.S. government will never allow private ownership of such a thing, no matter what.

Even if Henry didn't hand it over to the police on the spot, as long as a police officer died from radiation sickness,

There will naturally be an investigation. If they find out about you, you won't be able to keep the stuff anyway. It's better to hand it over now and avoid making a mess of things.

Seeing the sergeant frantically dealing with potential radiation contamination at the scene, Henry couldn't help but ask, "Officer, where's my ticket? I'm waiting to get home and give myself a good wash. I might have to burn all my clothes. I'm in for a lot of work."

In special contamination situations like this, the police's responsibility is only to seal off the scene and wait for the department specifically responsible for nuclear, biological, and chemical disposal to take command.

At this point, the sergeant dared not let Henry leave. He said with a pained expression, "Mr. Brown, it may be difficult for you to stay. We'll have to wait for the military's response team to arrive and determine the extent of the radiation contamination and subsequent arrangements."

"Fine." Henry looked aggrieved, but he stayed anyway. Even if Kryptonian's body wasn't affected, it wasn't suitable for them to run around in a contaminated state and spread the contamination. That would only cause trouble.