Marvel: The games I made have invaded reality.

Chapter 26; The Strange Ducati Motorcycle

Merlin and the other man were busy discussing the price and didn't pay much attention to anything else.

"No, I don't need your money. Since you plan to modify it yourself, you'll definitely need to buy a lot of parts from me. Consider this one a free gift."

Anyway, he didn't know who had dumped the car on him, and he was planning to scrap it anyway.

Since Merlin wanted it, he felt embarrassed to accept the money again.

After all, the profit margin on the accessories the other party buys from him is already quite high.

If this motorcycle were to undergo major modifications, it would cost almost half the price of the motorcycle itself.

"Alright, same place as always. I'll send you the parts list after I've finished checking." Merlin nodded and left the Silent Sons Club.

"Wait a minute... we haven't talked about the lizardmen from yesterday yet." Jacques stretched out his hand, watching Merlin's disappearing figure, and could only regretfully return to the shop.

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The Hell's Kitchen platform is gradually getting on track, and it's been a busy time lately.

After yesterday's failure, Peter and Professor Connors will definitely speed up their plans. I need to follow up quickly as well, and try to recruit some players before Peter and his team start their plan, so that we can organize a large-scale mission in Apple City.

Back at the shop, Merlin retrieved the technical data and blueprints for the Tyrant MK2, and also drew up the structure of the Ducati 916, before starting to adjust the modification plan.

"Look and see her eyes, they glow..." Just as he was specifying the modification plan, his cell phone suddenly rang.

Upon seeing who was calling, Merlin immediately showed a headache.

The phone kept ringing, as if it wouldn't stop until he answered it.

Helpless, he could only press the call button.

"Merlin!!! You went to your customization shop again, didn't you? What did I tell you yesterday? Before the lizardman is caught, try not to go out."

As soon as the call connected, a loud shout came from the other end.

Merlin gasped and quickly moved the phone away from his ear.

Only after George's tone on the other end of the line gradually calmed down did he put the phone back to his ear.

"You know, my motorcycle was smashed to pieces yesterday. Motorcycles are my soul! I can't live without them."

"So, I'm just out today to buy a motorcycle."

He explained in a serious tone.

"What kind of car do you want? I can buy it for you; you don't need to go out."

"Never mind, I won't bother you anymore. I'm sure you don't have time," Merlin said confidently.

George: "…………"

Well, he really doesn't have time.

"Go home as soon as possible today. I don't know how that lizardman got his eye on you, but you're in a dangerous situation right now. Try not to linger outside, and keep your phone on at all times." George knew the motorcycle was important to the boy, and in the end, all he could do was offer a few words of worry.

"We'll see..." Merlin said, and then quickly hung up the phone.

If he's lucky, he might have to stay up all night tonight.

George, inside the police station, sighed helplessly as he looked at the disconnected call in his hand. Suddenly, the office door opened.

"Sheriff George, we have news about Spider-Man and the Lizard."

"Let's go!" George immediately stood up and followed him out.

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After the modification plan was finalized, Merlin sent over the parts list.

Not long after it was sent, Jacques sent the car and parts over.

After unloading the motorcycle and all the parts from the small truck into the workshop, Merlin stood next to the Ducati motorcycle, pondered for a while while stroking his chin, and then walked to the motorcycle and wiped the dirt off the surface with his fingers.

It's unclear how long it's been abandoned; the car's exterior and many parts are rusted, and many parts are missing.

He clapped his hands as he looked at the dirt he had wiped off his fingers.

"Let's get started!"

He first picked up the water gun, wet the integrated unit, then applied foam and began rinsing.

After being rinsed several times with a high-pressure water gun, the motorcycle still looked dilapidated, but its surface appeared much cleaner and fresher.

Furthermore, some pink paint base was visible through the black and red rust.

After rinsing, Merlin began disassembling the machine and then meticulously polished every part.

This was a test of patience, but Merlin thoroughly enjoyed the process of the parts gradually becoming brand new in his hands.

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Before they knew it, it was evening. After Merlin cleaned and polished the car repeatedly, and replaced and added many electrical parts, the old, dilapidated Ducati that was about to be scrapped was gone after the final red and white paint job was completed. In its place was a brand new Ducati 916 painted in red and white.

The bright paint reflects the light, showcasing the car's beautiful curves. The worn tires have been replaced with matte black ones, making it look like a hot beauty lying on the ground with her buttocks sticking out.

"A hot beauty?" Merlin scratched his head, wondering why he had this feeling. Was it because he had been single for too long?

He shook his head, circled the locomotive to inspect it, and as long as there were no problems, he planned to modify it with an atomic engine and a deadlock missile.

Fortunately, when Kim purchased weapons a few days ago, he included rare nuclear energy industrial raw materials such as plutonium, so there's no need to worry about the production of nuclear engines.

"Hmm?" At this moment, Merlin seemed to have noticed something. He stopped in front of the car, then squatted down and looked at the two protruding headlights.

There are some red paint stains on it, which must have accidentally gotten on it when the paint was freshly sprayed.

Even though protective measures are taken before painting, there are usually more paint spots after the protective measures are removed.

Merlin picked up a rag and tried wiping it a couple of times. Finding it ineffective, he sprayed some turpentine and wiped it carefully again.

"Pop pop pop..." The rag made a series of slippery sounds as it rubbed against the headlight surface with turpentine.

After wiping it vigorously twice, Merlin moved the rag away.

But he was stunned when he saw the condition of the headlights.

"What the hell!" The headlights were covered in a reddish hue, as if diluted red paint had spread out.

But it's just a little bit of red paint, how could it have spread so much?

He was a little confused. He tried wiping it with a cloth again, but when that didn't work, he wiped it with his hand.

Merlin slid his finger down the wet, smooth headlight, then looked at his finger and found that there was no red paint on it.

He then tried rubbing the headlight to see if he could rub off a little bit.

"Buzz! Buzz!!" However, just as he was about to pull back his fingers after rubbing them, the motorcycle engine suddenly roared, and the motorcycle body and exhaust pipe also trembled.

Merlin: "???"

"Did they set up a fire on the ground?"

Thinking it might be a problem with the ignition relay or wiring inside the car, he stood up, temporarily setting aside the headlight issue, and prepared to check it.

(End of this chapter)