Marvel: The games I made have invaded reality.

Chapter 3; The Punisher, Daredevil

Lester charges a fixed 20% fee, which is quite reasonable by reality, considering his abilities.

But if he had to choose, he would prefer Pavel, who has a good attitude and only charges two percent of the fee.

Merlin rubbed his slightly throbbing temples. The amount of knowledge he had been rewarded with today was quite large, and he needed to take a break.

However, the excitement in his heart temporarily made him forget the throbbing pain in his head.

With Lester's hacking skills, it's time to start building a real-world simulator.

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"Whoosh..." Just as Merlin was envisioning his reality simulator plan, the roller shutter door suddenly rose up.

Immediately afterwards, a rugged-looking, burly, and imposing man walked in.

"I've already finished my studies, I'll wait until Saturday..." Merlin turned around, but couldn't help but pause when he saw who it was.

His gaze fell on the other person's black T-shirt with a skull printed on the chest.

"You know me?" Frank looked at the young man in front of him, who was dressed in work clothes and had a somewhat youthful face, with some surprise. After looking around and finding that there was no one else, he finally confirmed that the person in front of him was the owner of the modification shop that people in the underworld were talking about.

"Of course I know. You've been quite famous lately. Let me think what people in the underworld are saying..." Merlin pondered for a moment, "A clever fool actually wants to use the law to punish those Mexicans and Irish."

"Yes, that's what I said." He clapped his hands and said confidently.

Frank: "…………"

If it weren't for the fact that the other person was young, he would have already taught him a lesson.

Well, the main reason is that I need their help.

"I need to buy some goods," he said in a low voice, stating his purpose directly.

Completely disillusioned with the city's laws, Frank decides to take revenge for his wife and daughter in his own way.

Merlin stared at Frank for a while, until the other man's expression became somewhat unnatural, before speaking: "It's already my off-get off work time, but for you, I can make an exception and work overtime for you. Come with me."

With that, he got up and walked towards the backyard.

Frank glanced at the sloping magic item on his workstation, then quickly followed it.

I was quite surprised when I saw the strange sports cars parked in the back.

"Here." Merlin waved to him from the warehouse door.

Frank stepped into the warehouse, and the first thing that caught his eye was a neat armory, its cold aura gleaming under the bright lights.

But for men, seeing this scene is exhilarating.

Frank's hands were starting to itch.

"Click!" Before he could even exclaim in surprise, Merlin had already taken a pistol from the shelf on the wall.

"Armor-piercing pistol, with a basic magazine capacity of 18 rounds, which can be increased to 36 rounds with an extended magazine, and supports burst fire."

The moment Frank heard the words "pistol" and "automatic fire," he lost interest.

Generally speaking, because of the handheld nature of the handgun, if it can fire in bursts, the recoil will reduce its accuracy. If you want to stabilize the recoil by using a mop, you might as well just buy a submachine gun.

Merlin could tell what the other was thinking from his expression, so he didn't say anything more. Instead, he raised his armor-piercing pistol and aimed it at the metal bullseye in the distance.

"Da da da..."

"Bang bang bang..." Sparks flashed rapidly across the steel plate target.

Frank's eyes widened as he clearly saw that the other man's pistol trembled very little when it fired in rapid succession.

Its stability is comparable to that of micro-vibrations.

"I usually recommend this pistol after someone modifies the armored Kuruma at my shop," Merlin said, casually tossing the armor-piercing pistol to him.

Frank caught the pistol and noticed that the area around the bore was much thicker than that of a regular pistol, and it seemed that some kind of buffer device had been installed inside.

"A pump-action shotgun, equipped with explosive ammunition, can basically take down a car with one shot."

"And Vulcan machine guns, rocket launchers..."

Merlin introduced him to everything in detail.

"I also made an MK2 sniper rifle, along with explosive and armor-piercing rounds in the last two weeks. When fitted with night vision goggles, it's quite effective for assassinations."

"This is very popular, you're lucky, it might be gone in a couple of days."

"Need a vehicle? The ramp-mounted magic robot in the workshop is just finished; it'll ensure you can roam the streets without any hindrance."

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Frank was somewhat stunned by the sight of the arsenal, which even included rocket launchers and Gatling guns.

He never expected that this seemingly young boy would possess such a terrifying arsenal of weapons.

He was also amazed by the various unique weapon features among them.

But no matter how tempting these weapons and vehicles were, Frank could only look on with envy, unable to afford them.

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After the introduction, Merlin seemed to have noticed Frank's predicament.

"If you're short on money, I do have a solution."

"What method?" Frank carefully rubbed the MK2 heavy sniper rifle in his hand, his eyes full of admiration.

"Become a player, play games."

"Playing games?" He was taken aback for a moment. His first thought was e-sports, followed by survival games from the underground organizations of the rich.

After all, given his current abilities, the second option is the most suitable for him.

"I'll send you a game website in a couple of days. You can just look for it and accept the quests."

"And I am one of those players. You can think of me as an NPC merchant who provides weapons in the game."

Upon hearing Merlin's words, Frank's eyes immediately flashed, and the first thing that came to mind was a huge criminal organization behind the scenes.

However, right now he only wants to avenge his family, so he doesn't care too much about these things.

He hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"Okay, then I'll leave it to you."

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Although he didn't have much money, before leaving, Frank still spent all his money to buy an MK2 sniper rifle and a large amount of regular bullets, plus three explosive bullets.

After Merlin packed the item into a wooden box, he prepared to see the other person off.

However, just as the two reached the door, a mysterious person dressed in a red bodysuit and wearing a hood, completely covered up, appeared in front of them.

Frank narrowed his eyes.

"Daredevil!"

"Just come in with the door open; standing outside might scare people."

"And when are you going to change out of this outfit? It's so ugly," Merlin muttered, clearly indicating they'd known each other for a long time.

"Who is this guy?" Matt ignored his sarcastic remark and turned to Frank instead.

"Frank, my client, don't do anything reckless. Once you leave the shop, you're free to do whatever you want."

Matt paused for a moment, clearly recalling information about Frank's identity.

(End of this chapter)