Marvel: The games I made have invaded reality.

Chapter 25; Hawkeye, the beat-up Ducati

As he rappelled down the rope, a man dressed in a long black robe, wearing a hood and carrying a quiver, appeared before Merlin.

Avengers ADC, Hawkeye.

"Child, are you alright?" Clinton walked quickly to Merlin and asked with concern.

Clinton had just arrived at the scene when he saw the lizardman running toward a high school student. Without thinking, he instinctively nocked a shot and fired.

Although it was a pity that the lizardman was not captured in the end, it was still comforting to be able to rescue him.

"I'm fine, thank you!" Merlin smiled, but didn't explain much.

Clinton's eyes lingered on the revolver at his waist for a moment before moving to his face.

"Merlin Shaw." The other person's identity immediately came to mind.

The recent unrest in Apple City has naturally caught the attention of S.H.I.E.L.D., and Fury has sent him and Natasha to investigate.

He was in charge of investigating the Lizardmen, while Natasha was in charge of the Hell's Kitchen Punisher and the Plague Mystic.

Merlin, a recently emerging genius high school student, naturally came into their sights. Through investigation, it seemed that he had some connection with the Punisher of Hell's Kitchen.

After Fury arranges for them to meet, he can then try to elicit information and extend an invitation, depending on the situation.

Although the Punisher and Mystic's actions in Apple City had a significant impact, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s investigation concluded that these individuals were talented and that it would be better to cooperate with them or recruit them.

Organizations like the Special District Mystery Bureau and Forpollner often use threats and inducements to select suitable criminals to cooperate with.

Such cost-effective and efficient methods are commonplace in the United States.

Clinton was about to try and get to know the situation better when sirens began to sound and police cars quickly surrounded the scene.

"Merlin!" George got out of the car anxiously. He was quite frightened after learning that Merlin was also there and had been targeted by the lizardmen.

After confirming that Merlin was alright, he turned to Clint, who was dressed mysteriously beside him.

"Who are you?" He frowned. Judging from the other person's demeanor, he was most likely a secret agent.

A person from Fopo?

"I am Clint Francis Patton, a member of the Strategic Homeland Defense, Attack and Logistics Agency."

"Homeland Strategy...what's that for?" George frowned at the long name, and after only saying a few words, he went straight to the point.

"We are a special forces unit that specializes in handling unusual events. As for anything else, I can't reveal more." Clint took out his S.H.I.E.L.D. ID and handed it over.

George glanced at the ID and Clint's face for a moment, and only returned it to him after confirming that everything was correct.

"Is there anything we can help you with?"

"No, everything can proceed as usual."

Clint responded by retrieving his credentials.

"Alright, feel free to contact us if you need anything." George didn't ask too many questions, but instead pulled Merlin over.

"You little rascal, don't run around like that lately!" He reached out and grabbed Merlin by the neck, pulling him back into the car.

Clint opened his mouth as he watched Merlin being taken away and reprimanded, but after thinking about it, he realized that the lizardmen's matter was the most important.

Looking at the sewer opening beside him, he frowned slightly, but still climbed down.

Meanwhile, on the rooftop of a building not far away, a black and white figure quietly disappeared.

…………

The following day, the Silent Sons Club.

Wearing casual clothes, Merlin got out of the car, glanced at the name engraved on the signboard, and walked into the store.

His eyes lit up as soon as he entered.

Rows of brand-new motorcycles and scooters are arranged inside the store, their elegant bodies reflecting a captivating metallic texture under the light.

Honda, Yamaha, BMW, MV Agusta, Harley-Davidson… the sheer variety of brands is overwhelming.

"Vroom!!" The roar of the engine echoed in the store, where a burly, bearded middle-aged man was sitting on a black Harley 883, test driving it.

Merlin arrived a bit early; there weren't many people in the shop yet, so the bearded man who was testing the car quickly spotted him.

"Are you here to buy parts?" Jacques recognized Merlin and asked as usual.

Merlin usually buys parts from them for their modified motorcycles, and because of his age, Jac is quite familiar with him.

Moreover, he could sense that the kid genuinely liked motorcycles, but unfortunately didn't like the tough guy style.

"No, I'm here to buy a motorcycle." Merlin shook his head, then walked over to the Ducati section to look around.

"Buying a motorcycle? Why? What happened to your Ducati?" Jacques was puzzled when he heard that he was there to buy a motorcycle.

He knew that Merlin was also a mechanic, and could usually fix things unless they were too serious.

"It got smashed to pieces by a monster using a manhole cover. We can't exactly put it back together like building blocks," Merlin said with a hint of helplessness.

"A monster? A lizardman?"

"right!"

"Oh my God, you were the guy on Sixth Avenue yesterday! No wonder the car looked so familiar." Jacques exclaimed in surprise, no longer even bothering to test drive the car.

"Tell me what it's like to be up close to a lizard man?"

Merlin looked at the big-bearded man who was eagerly approaching him, somewhat speechless. "I'm here to buy a car, not to tell stories."

"There's no rush, we can discuss it as we go," Jacques said nonchalantly.

"What kind of motorcycle are you buying this time? Is it another Ducati?"

"Well, but it doesn't need to be brand new. I want to buy it and modify it."

Merlin thought that riding a motorcycle every day was a bit dangerous, so he decided to buy another old motorcycle and modify it into a Tyrant MK2, which could be used for both flying and land, and was equipped with Deadlock missiles.

This way, we can better cope with unexpected events in the future.

"For modification..." Jacques pondered for a moment, then suddenly thought of something and clapped his hands.

"Come with me. I recently found a Ducati 916 that someone left in my shop. Apart from the engine starting, it's practically useless."

"I plan to break it down in a few days."

He led Merlin outside, where in an inconspicuous spot, stood a dilapidated motorcycle that was almost beyond repair.

At first glance, it looks more like a scrapped car.

"Can this really still start?" Merlin asked doubtfully, looking at the rusty, rickety motorcycle that seemed about to fall apart at any moment.

"Of course, I'll start it for you." Jacques turned the key directly.

"Tap tap tap..." The moment the engine was started, the motorcycle engine emitted a sound like a tractor.

Merlin: "…………"

"Buzz..." But soon, the crisp clicking sound disappeared, and the engine gradually became smooth.

"It actually works." Merlin was somewhat surprised.

He then inspected it carefully and found that the power system was fine, but the frame always gave the feeling that it was about to fall apart.

"This one, how much?"

For some reason, when Merlin expressed his intention to buy, the front of the Ducati suddenly twitched slightly.

(End of this chapter)