Marvel: The games I made have invaded reality.

Chapter 32; Destroying the Russian Gang, the Mutant Duke Dog

"Neutering?" Gwen was stunned for a moment upon hearing this, then looked at the beagle on the experimental table with a strange expression.

"Although I've never done it before, as long as the bleeding stops the moment it's cut, it should be fine."

The beagle on the experimental table trembled involuntarily, whether due to gene regeneration or sensing some inexplicable malice, it was unclear.

"Then let's do it. After it's neutered, it won't pee and bark in the lab anymore." Merlin stepped aside.

"Does it really need to be spayed? Does its owner know?" Gwen walked over excitedly with anesthesia needle and scalpel, but still asked uncertainly.

"We're doing this for the dog's health, it's fine." Merlin waved his hand dismissively.

Upon hearing this, Gwen did not press further. Instead, she first anesthetized the beagle and then began preparing disinfection supplies.

Although the beagle was injected with a regeneration agent, it's uncertain whether it will be able to grow back if the testicles are removed, the wound is sealed, and anesthesia is applied.

After finishing with the beagle matter, Merlin and his companion once again devoted themselves to the serum research.

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The following morning, Brooklyn.

"Hiss..." John, lying on the cold floor, gasped for breath, clutching his blood-soaked head, and slowly sat up.

As if recalling something, he immediately staggered to his feet, looked around the living room, but did not see his beloved dog.

He crouched down and stuck his finger on some blood, which was his beloved dog's blood.

Thinking of the scene he vaguely saw last night, his beagle was beaten to the ground with baseball bats by several gangsters and then provocatively thrown in front of him.

His long-term comfort had made him forget the sense of crisis, and he was actually ambushed by a few thugs who sneaked into his home.

The dispute arose because the other party had taken a liking to his Ford Mustang.

John immediately got up and went out of the living room, searching his villa, but still couldn't find his beloved dog's body.

He frowned as he looked at the broken door and the empty garage.

"Buzz buzz buzz..." Suddenly, his cell phone vibrated twice in his bag.

He took out his phone to check, but after seeing the message, he narrowed his eyes in confusion.

"Rockstar..." is a push notification from an app.

But his phone had never downloaded that software.

"What exactly happened last night?" He returned to the sofa in the living room with a headache and sat down. It seemed that what happened last night was not so simple.

He tried to recall for a while, but apart from the Russian gangsters breaking into his house, he had no other recollection.

In the end, he focused his attention on the app that had suddenly appeared on his phone, which might have been related to his unconsciousness last night.

He opened the app, but before he could even look at the page, a message popped up at the top that suddenly startled him.

Merlin's Beard: The Destruction of the Russian Alliance.

Reward: One million

The Russian gang has been causing a lot of trouble in Brooklyn... well, their rich kid even tried to run me over with his car yesterday, so I guess their gang shouldn't exist anymore.

By the way, I've rescued your poor dog and had it spayed/neutered. Remember to pay...

My goodness, that's a huge favor!

Below the text is an address, which is Merlin's Modification Shop in Hell's Kitchen.

John was thrilled to hear that his beloved dog was still alive. After his wife's death, his most cherished possession was the beagle she had left him; it was the only thing she had left him.

After calming himself down a bit, he first cleaned the wound on his head, then smashed open the long-sealed underground weapon box, took some weapons for self-defense, and then headed to Merlin Modification Shop.

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Hell's Kitchen, Merlin's Customs Shop.

Looking at the closed roller shutter door of the modification shop and the "Closed" sign next to it, John paused for a moment, then walked to the small door next to him and knocked.

"Knock knock knock..." The knocking sounded, and John took a few steps back warily, his hand quietly reaching for the handle of his pistol, ready to deal with any unexpected situation.

"Woof woof woof!!!" However, before the door was even opened, a familiar dog bark suddenly rang out from inside.

It was his beloved dog.

"Duke! Is that you? Thank goodness, you're really alive." He responded excitedly to the dog's bark, and his tense mood relaxed considerably.

"Ugh... It's so noisy, I just fell asleep." Accompanied by a childish voice and footsteps approaching, the small door quickly opened.

John was taken aback when he saw the excessively young boy in front of him, but he did not lower his guard. Instead, he looked through the boy at the dog in the cage in the room that was barking excitedly.

It was his Duke.

"Come in."

John glanced at the unsuspecting Merlin, then at his beloved dog, and went into the room.

"Didn't you bring a gift?" Merlin sat on the sofa, looking like he had just woken up, his hair disheveled and his eyes still sleepy.

John: "…………"

He felt a little embarrassed, as if it wasn't appropriate for the other party to come empty-handed after rescuing his dog.

However, the awkwardness was only temporary. His main concern now was to figure out the current situation and the purpose of the boy in front of him.

Who are you?

"Merlin Shaw, the owner of this shop, happened to be passing by your house last night and rescued your beloved dog."

"However, the regeneration agent injected into its body has some side effects, and it needs to be observed for a few more days."

John thought back for a moment, but couldn't recall having any interaction with the person in front of him.

However, upon hearing that the medicine would have side effects, he became somewhat worried and quickly went to his dog.

The beagle became extremely excited upon seeing its owner, repeatedly leaping onto the cage with loud cracking noises, causing the iron cage to shake violently as if it were about to fall apart at any moment.

John was also startled. His dog seemed to have become much stronger, and its fur had a faint green sheen. Its claws and teeth were now like those of a lion.

Upon closer inspection, it has become much more ferocious, as if it has undergone some kind of genetic modification.

Fortunately, the affection in her eyes did not diminish at all.

"What's wrong with Duke?" John asked, turning around. He could tell that Merlin didn't mean much harm, so he relaxed a lot.

"You know the lizardman who's been making headlines lately, right? He was injected with the same regeneration drug as that one."

"Otherwise, all you'd see now is its small tombstone."

"Lizard people, regeneration potion..." Although John was in a reclusive state, he was still aware of the big news in Apple City.

"Don't forget to go back and raise the money; the regenerative potion that brings the dead back to life is very expensive."

(End of this chapter)