Chapter 520: The Invisible Leonardo

"So, Martin not only participated in the entire investigation process but also provided key clues?"

In Commissioner Thompson's office, Martin Scorsese looked astonished.

"Yes, this young man has an exceptional eye for detail. If he were a cop, he'd make a great one," Thompson replied.

"Like Detective Hunter?" Martin Scorsese chuckled.

"Yes, just like Detective Hunter," Thompson nodded seriously.

Just then, a sudden cheer erupted from outside.

Thompson raised his head in confusion. "What's going on? Old friend, stay here—I'll go check it out."

"Okay!" Martin Scorsese responded.

A moment later, Thompson returned with a look of shock. "Old friend, you'll never guess what just happened!"

"Oh? Then I won't even try—just tell me," Martin Scorsese smiled.

"Martin—Martin Meyers stopped an armed robbery and attempted assault while on patrol!" Thompson waved his hands excitedly. "I told you, if that kid went into law enforcement, he'd be phenomenal."

"Is that true?" Martin Scorsese was equally astonished.

"Come on, let's go see for ourselves. Not only did he catch the suspect, but he's also sitting in on the interrogation—he says he wants to leave his police career with a perfect ending," Thompson said.

"Let's go check it out!" Martin Scorsese was intrigued.

—

Outside the Interrogation Room

A few officers were watching through the one-way glass, and Leonardo was among them.

Seeing Martin Scorsese and Thompson arrive, the officers quickly looked away and dispersed—getting caught slacking by the commissioner was never a good look.

But Leonardo didn't have to leave. He greeted Thompson before sharing a brief hug with Martin Scorsese.

"Mr. Scorsese, long time no see."

"Long time no see, Leo!"

The two were longtime collaborators, having worked together on Gangs of New York and The Aviator.

Their attention then shifted to the interrogation room.

Inside, Officer Paul and Martin were questioning the suspect.

Martin's posture, expressions, and gestures all resembled those of a seasoned detective.

"What do you think? Doesn't he look like a real cop?" Thompson asked proudly.

Watching Martin's rapid growth gave him a sense of accomplishment, as if he had personally nurtured a prodigy.

Even though Martin was already a genius, and Thompson hadn't actually done much, the feeling was still immensely satisfying.

Martin Scorsese didn't answer; he simply kept his eyes fixed on Martin in the interrogation room.

Though the conversation inside was inaudible, the body language spoke volumes.

At first, the suspect—a Black man—was slouched and indifferent. But as Martin continued questioning him, the man gradually sat upright, his demeanor shifting to one of seriousness. Soon, he began speaking.

The middle-aged officer sitting beside Martin initially chimed in occasionally, but before long, he fell silent, watching in growing surprise as Martin took full control of the interrogation.

Moments later, Paul and Martin stepped out.

Seeing Thompson, Paul excitedly said, "Commissioner, you won't believe what just happened! Martin's interrogation skills are incredible—he has a natural gift for making people spill the truth!"

"You should've heard him—every sentence was a carefully set trap. In no time, the suspect completely caved! Not only did he confess to this crime, but he also admitted to several past cases. We can finally close a few cold cases from the archives!"

Paul then patted Martin on the shoulder. "Buddy, you're in the wrong profession—you should be a cop, or maybe even FBI."

Martin laughed to himself. Come on, I have the LAPD Hollywood Division Commissioner and the FBI New York Bureau Chief as my subordinates—why would I ever become a cop or an agent?

Paul seemed to realize Martin's true status (mogul, celebrity), and awkwardly added, "I mean, just saying—your talent for solving cases is unreal."

"Thanks, that's the highest compliment I could ask for," Martin replied, patting Paul's shoulder.

He then turned to Scorsese. "Director Scorsese, hello!"

"Mr. Meyers, hello."

"Just call me Martin!"

They spoke in unison, then exchanged looks before bursting into laughter.

"Two Martins—now that's interesting!" Leonardo laughed.

"Then I'm Old Martin?" Scorsese joked.

"And I'm Young Martin! Haha!"

The two Martins shook hands.

—

At the Restaurant

Commissioner Thompson was enthusiastically singing Martin's praises.

"This kid learns insanely fast. He's already speaking fluent Bostonian, picked up Irish mob slang, and thoroughly understands police procedures."

"He's been to crime scenes, studied regulations, and familiarized himself with numerous non-classified organized crime and narcotics cases. He's also mastered the use and regulations of police firearms."

"Honestly, in just one month, he's learned what most cadets spend two years studying at the police academy. The guy's a genius."

(PS: Different police academies in the U.S. have different training durations—some are two years, some three, and some just six months. The Boston Police Academy is a two-year, full-time, residential program, including both coursework and field training. Cadets must complete the full program to graduate.)

"But what impressed me the most is Martin's shooting skills," Thompson continued, shrugging. "You won't believe it—his stance is more textbook-perfect than our best officers', and his accuracy rivals, if not surpasses, FBI shooting instructors."

After a pause, he added, "Actually, scratch that—saying 'accurate' isn't enough. Martin is not only precise but also ridiculously fast."

Turning to Martin, Thompson asked, "Seriously, kid, how do you hit a moving bullseye without even aiming?"

"It's just talent!" Leonardo thought to himself.

Sure enough, Martin grinned smugly. "It's just talent, Commissioner Thompson."

"Haha!"

Thompson and Martin Scorsese both laughed.

—

Before leaving, Martin handed out gifts to every colleague at the precinct.

Leonardo felt a bit annoyed—he had completely forgotten to prepare anything.

Fortunately, Martin included Leonardo's name on the gifts, saving him from embarrassment.

The officers at the Boston Police Department were reluctant to see Martin go—especially the female officers.

As for Leonardo… uh, wait, he trained here too?

Okay, that might be a little unfair. Some people did remember him.

Like Paul.

During their farewell, the burly officer gave Leonardo a bear hug and patted his back. "Hey, buddy, toughen up—act like a real man."

Leonardo muttered, "I am a real man."

Paul: "What?"

Leonardo: "Oh, I said, I will!"