Marvel: The games I made have invaded reality.

Chapter 31; Sudden Attack, Assassin John Vick

Lockheed is an aerospace company, and it is one of the top-ranked aerospace manufacturers in the United States.

Aston Martin, on the other hand, is a well-known luxury car manufacturer that almost everyone has heard of.

"Looks like I got a good deal after all." Merlin looked around and found that the equipment was still very new and had hardly been used.

He nodded in satisfaction and then transferred the money.

He bought the aircraft manufacturing plant, of course, to develop helicopters and fighter jets. After all, aircraft are different from vehicles and weapons. In addition to requiring a large space, the equipment needed during the development process is also somewhat different.

If it were just the engine, that would be fine.

"It's indeed a great deal, but what I didn't expect was that you actually wanted to rent the factory." Happy was also a little surprised when he saw the payment notification on his phone.

He remembered that Merlin was still a high school student who had recently developed an electromagnetic pulse transmitter and earned ten million US dollars. He knew about this, since it was a collaboration with his boss's company.

To his surprise, the other party had the audacity to rent an entire aviation factory on their own.

Happy remembers that at his age, he used to drool over the cheerleading goddesses every day.

"I'd like to research this."

Do you need any help? I can help you find some.

No, not yet.

After completing the formalities, Happy left the aircraft manufacturing plant. Although Stark was urged by Captain Rhodes to go to Afghanistan, he still needed to protect Pepper in the company.

Merlin stayed behind to start up the equipment and redesign the production line, adding intelligent robotic arms.

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Merlin stayed in the workshop until night, taking a short nap to refresh himself.

Thinking that he still had to go to the Osborne Building to study the serum with Gwen, he could only temporarily close the factory gates and quickly leave on his motorcycle.

He doesn't have the habit of standing people up.

Because of the diverse racial composition of Brooklyn, gang warfare rarely ceases at night. As a result, Merlin rode his motorcycle at high speed through the streets without stopping, leaving only a red phantom in the distance.

However, just as he was passing through a secluded suburb, a Ford Mustang suddenly sped from the opposite direction of the street, accelerating toward Merlin.

Inside the car, a pale-faced, arrogant young man wearing a black vest, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, stared excitedly at himself. He floored the accelerator, and the black Ford Mustang roared like a raging beast as it sped toward Merlin.

In the passenger seat, a few thug-like youths were mocking Merlin on the motorcycle, seemingly already imagining him being knocked off his bike.

"Beep beep beep..." The alarm on the fire control radar sounded quickly.

"I didn't expect the first one to arrive so quickly." Facing the roaring muscle car coming towards him, Merlin chuckled and then simply pressed the button.

"Whoosh!" Under the dim streetlights, a missile roared out with its tail fins.

"Boom!" The next moment, a bright fireball shot into the sky from the dim and silent street.

At the moment of the explosion, Merlin could even see the terrified expressions on the faces of the people inside the car, illuminated by the firelight.

Family, does anyone know this? Who the hell carries a missile around with them?

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Merlin stopped his motorcycle, the intense firelight casting a red glow upon him.

He was used to it; in this free country, it was basically a matter of first come, first served, and there was no room for wishful thinking.

After appreciating the art of the explosion, he restarted his motorcycle and left the scene.

However, he hadn't gone far when he seemed to sense something and stopped by a side path.

Looking along the path, at the end is a villa, and the distinctive tire tracks of the Ford Mustang extend from the lawn.

Seemingly remembering something, he quickly took out his phone and checked.

"Tsk...what a coincidence." After confirming the identity of the villa's owner, he clicked his tongue, then turned the car around and drove over.

Following the quiet path, we arrived at the villa. The door had been violently damaged, and the interior was in a mess.

The cold moonlight shone into the hall through the windows and doors. A man and a dog lay motionless on the floor, oblivious to their fate, with blood flowing down the smooth floor.

Merlin stepped forward and looked at the man who had collapsed on the ground, his forehead covered in blood.

He had long black hair, a sexy beard, and his face, with his eyes tightly closed, was filled with melancholy and a hint of coldness.

John Vick, the assassin, is a ruthless man who killed three people with just a pencil.

"Oh, poor little dog." Merlin crouched down, looked at the beagle with weak breathing, and reached out to pick it up.

Thinking that they were just short of a test subject, he decided to take the beagle with him.

After glancing at John, who was still unconscious, he left an app on John's phone and then left the scene with the beagle in his arms.

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Osborne Industries, a cross-species genetic laboratory.

"Oh my goodness, Merlin, why did you bring a dog in?" Gwen exclaimed, pointing at the beagle in Merlin's arms.

"Found it on the way. We don't have any test subjects, right? Let's use this dog." Merlin placed the beagle on the testing table and sped off, still clinging to his last breath.

"Using dogs for experiments..." Gwen felt a pang of reluctance.

"Alright, it's dying. If we can revive it, it wouldn't hurt to help with the experiment," Merlin urged hastily. If they didn't make a regeneration potion soon, this guy would really be beyond saving.

"Is it going to die?" Gwen seemed to only then realize the beagle's condition; she had initially thought Merlin had caught it from somewhere.

Once she came to her senses, she immediately turned on the equipment and began making the regeneration agent according to the experimental data left by Professor Connors.

Merlin, on the other hand, was keeping an eye on the beagle's condition, but since he wasn't a veterinarian, he didn't have any good solutions.

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Fortunately, Gwen was quick and had the raw materials left by Connors. In half an hour, a tube of green regeneration potion was made.

The beagle was also quite resilient and survived until the medicine was finished.

After the potion was made, Merlin did not hesitate for long before taking it from Gwen and injecting it into the beagle.

"It's almost dead, will the regeneration potion still work?" Gwen looked at the dog with blood on its lips and couldn't help but feel pity.

"Who on earth did such a cruel thing to it?"

"It depends. As long as it doesn't die before the stem cells divide and produce new cells, it's fine."

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Under their watchful eyes, the damaged cells in the beagle's body were dividing at an extremely rapid rate, producing new cells to fill the damaged area.

As new cells were produced, its faint breathing gradually calmed down.

Have you had your animals spayed or neutered?

(End of this chapter)