Marvel: The games I made have invaded reality.

Chapter 14; The Assassin Erica, the Destroyed Gang

The dense exhaust roar of motorcycles echoed through the dark streets. Under the dim streetlights, a group of gang members wearing colorful headscarves and with unrestrained and arrogant expressions rode motorcycles, dominating the streets and acting recklessly.

"Luckily, the motorcycle gangs are out here causing a ruckus. I'm already looking forward to seeing them get blown up in the air."

Upon hearing this, Frank tightened his grip on the steering wheel, stared coldly ahead, and accelerated.

The slanted cube, like a dilapidated ghost, darted under the streetlights, speeding away in the direction Merlin had given it.

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Inside the Merlin Modification Shop, Merlin ate snacks while watching the surveillance footage of the scene. A stream of motorcycles carrying members of the motorcycle gang, chatting and laughing, rode through the streets.

The scene continued to change, and soon they arrived at an empty square. A woman dressed in blue casual clothes with a graceful and capable figure was surrounded by members of the motorcycle gang. However, despite the constant swirling motorcycles and whistles around her, she only frowned but did not show much panic.

Upon seeing this, Merlin read the woman's face and retrieved her identity.

Soon, a detailed document popped up on the page.

"What a coincidence..." He was somewhat surprised after looking at the information on the page.

Erica Natchis, daughter of a Greek diplomat, Matt's ex-girlfriend, and now Kingpin's top assassin in the Apple City basement.

Generally, the person Kingpin interacts with is Bullseye, while Erica is mysterious and rarely seen.

However, Bullseye often complains to Merlin about Erica, and although Merlin has never met her, he knows a little about her.

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The dense roar of motorcycles and the taunting whistles of gang members filled the entire square. Under such playful pressure, most people would have collapsed long ago.

But Erica is clearly not included in this list.

She squinted and looked around. Although she didn't think much of these people, being surrounded was still a bit troublesome.

Just as she was about to make the first move to break the deadlock, a strange roar suddenly rang out from outside the arena.

The next moment, a vehicle resembling a bulldozer suddenly crashed into the circular traffic formed by the motorcycle gang, causing a series of tumbles and falls as motorcycles and riders were scooped into the air by the powerful impact.

"Bang! Bang! Bang..." Frank drove the sloping magic weapon and tore open a gap. Then, from the inside out, it began to cut outwards from the inner circle. The motorcycle gang members who had been arrogantly forming a circle just moments before floated up one after another like leaves along with their motorcycles.

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Soon, the square, which had been filled with cheers and roars, was left in a mess, with motorcycles and people scattered everywhere, cars crushing people, and people crushing cars... and a chorus of groans.

Frank, beaming with satisfaction, pulled out a string of grenades, ready to take care of everyone at once, and then chase after the few lucky ones who had escaped on the periphery. But when he saw the woman in the center, he hesitated for a moment.

"Just throw her away. That woman isn't a weak person. Don't worry about her," Merlin's words rang out again.

Frank hesitated for a moment, but the moment he met Erica's gaze, that hesitation vanished, and he threw out a string of grenades without hesitation.

"Buzz..." The slanted magic weapon shot out like a sharp sword and left the scene in an instant.

"Fuck!" Erica's expression changed as she looked at the grenades scattered all over the ground, clanging and rattling. She cursed under her breath and then quickly disappeared into the darkness like a ninja.

She felt it was better to be more mindful.

"Boom boom boom..." Accompanied by a series of booming sounds, fireballs shot into the sky one after another in the empty square.

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"Turn right, and turn right again after 500 meters ahead."

Frank's eyes turned cold as he watched the motorcycle gang members disappear into the alley. Then, he simply followed Merlin's instructions and turned right.

"Slow down a bit. That guy can't ride fast in the alleys. If you go too early, he might turn back."

Frank did as he was told and reduced his speed.

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Wearing a black headscarf, a muscular Black man drove his motorcycle through a dark alley, seemingly unaffected by the stench of garbage.

Sitting on the motorcycle, he kept glancing back nervously, and finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that no one was chasing him.

"Fuck, who's targeting us! When we get back, our motorcycle gang will make you pay!" He was still unaware that his companions in the square had been wiped out, and he was still thinking about revenge.

The motorcycle traveled through the narrow alleys. He knew the area very well and quickly arrived at the exit.

The moment he left the oppressive, dark alley, the Black man finally felt a sense of relief.

But the moment he relaxed, he seemed to see something and his eyes widened in horror.

Suddenly, a familiar modified vehicle crashed into him from the side.

"Bang!" With the impact of the ramp, the motorcycle and the person separated instantly, flying into the air together, and then crashed heavily to the ground like rag dolls. The black man's limbs rolled and broke into several pieces like a rag doll.

Blood silently spread from his head to the surrounding area.

"...1! Woohoo, just right!" Merlin cheered excitedly in front of the screen.

"I won, I won't hold back on the three percent."

Frank didn't respond. Instead, he stopped the car and looked at the black man lying in a pool of blood with a shocked expression, gaining a deeper understanding of the young man, Merlin.

"Remember to finish them off. Next up are the Mexican and Irish guys. Their firepower is much stronger, so be careful."

People who frequently engage in the sale of herbs and smuggling need to be much more vigilant, which increases the difficulty of the business.

Frank regained his composure upon hearing this, raised his pistol, and delivered a final blow to the head of the black man lying in a pool of blood. Then, following instructions, he proceeded to the next destination.

"Bang!"

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Wearing a red silk scarf mask and dressed in a tight-fitting outfit, Erica appeared at the scene. She narrowed her eyes as she looked at the dead black man, then looked indignantly at the place where Frank had disappeared and chased after him again.

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"There's one behind the door on the right."

Frank sprayed a bullet into the door in front of him.

"Bang!"

The next moment, a corpse slid out.

"There's one behind the pillar at three o'clock, and two behind the herb box."

"There's a spray gunman at the third-floor stairwell, throw a grenade."

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"Cherno jumped out of the window and ran away; he's now in a black Cherokee SUV."

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With Merlin's callouts and the powerful burst of fire from the pump-action shotgun, Frank moved through the enemy's territory with impunity, unmatched by any opponent.

After the raid, Frank felt like a character in a game, emerging from these gang strongholds unharmed.

(End of this chapter)