Marvel: The games I made have invaded reality.

Chapter 33; Tony Stark Disappears

Although Duke seemed to have mutated at this point, John was already thankful to have survived.

However, he was still somewhat surprised that this high school student had a regeneration potion.

"How much money do you need?" he asked. Although he had been an assassin for many years, he had accumulated mostly assassin coins. While he had a balance of several hundred million, the regeneration potion that could bring the dead back to life was obviously priced exorbitantly.

"Let's say 300 million, and you'll owe me a favor," Merlin said nonchalantly.

"As for the side effects..." He glanced at the fierce beagle in the cage, "I think leaving it on it is a good idea; it will put your mind at ease."

John glanced at his beloved dog, who, though looking a little strange, had inexplicably become much more handsome.

Although regenerative agents are mainly used for human genes, extracting the effects of stem cells and applying them to animals has shown promising results.

Aside from some physical changes, my rationality remains intact.

"This software... did you install it for me?" After confirming that his dog's safety was not a problem, John finally remembered the Rockstar App.

As he spoke, he took out his phone.

"No, I'm just the manager of a modification shop on this game platform. After you become a player, you can earn money by completing missions and then buy vehicles and weapons from me."

"Did you look at the shop inside? What I sell here is what's shown above."

John nodded knowingly.

"So, you also issued this mission to destroy the Russian gang?"

"Yes, can you handle it? If not, you can cooperate with other players and split the profits yourselves."

"I don't have much time to help you lately." Merlin yawned. He had been researching all night and didn't have time to lend a hand.

"No need." John shook his head coldly. Even without Merlin's mission, he would never have spared the Russian gang.

Similarly, the leader of the Russian gang also had his eye on John. The person in the driver's seat of the Ford Mustang last night was his son, and he pinned the blame for his son's death on John.

He believed that only John, who was once ranked number one in the assassin world, could do such a thing.

"It's up to you. Your dog will stay with me for a while to be observed. You can stay longer if you want, but don't disturb my sleep."

After saying that, Merlin, looking exhausted, left the temporary reception hall and returned to his lounge.

John watched Merlin's figure gradually disappear, then turned back to look at his dog. The feeling of having found it again made him unable to resist taking it out of the cage.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

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When Merlin woke up, John was still there, stroking his beloved dog.

"Woof woof woof!!!"

Upon seeing Merlin, the beagle, which had been enjoying being petted, immediately began barking angrily at him and even tried to rush out and bite him.

However, John stopped him.

"Picc!"

"Alright, alright, it's just sterilizing you, right? But it has its benefits; it can help prevent all sorts of troubles and diseases," Merlin said lazily as he passed by.

It was already six o'clock in the afternoon, and Gwen should be waiting for him.

After washing up, he returned to the temporary reception hall.

John hasn't left yet, so something's obviously going on.

"I'd like to buy some weapons from you, including an MK2 heavy sniper rifle, various types of special ammunition, a ballistic knife, and an MK2 heavy revolver."

When Merlin returned after washing up, he told him which weapon he wanted to buy.

These are all special weapons; he wants to buy them for special occasions, as his regular weapons are sufficient for his needs.

"Okay, come with me."

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After seeing off the resolute-looking John, Merlin rode his motorcycle to find Gwen waiting for him next to Osborn Industries.

"Good evening." Merlin greeted him listlessly and sat down opposite him, where food had already been prepared.

"Are you alright?" Gwen asked, somewhat worried upon seeing Merlin's current state.

"It's okay, I can manage."

Merlin, who had slept all day, was also a little hungry. Without saying much, he sat down opposite and picked up a sandwich to start eating.

Gwen smiled somewhat embarrassedly. After all, her genes had mutated, which greatly enhanced her physique, but her childhood friend was still an ordinary person. This reversed day and night schedule was indeed a bit uncomfortable.

To avoid feeling uncomfortable, she picked up her phone to distract herself.

"Hey? Merlin, look at this news. Tony Stark, CEO of Stark Industries, was attacked in Afghanistan and is currently missing."

"There are many people gloating down there."

Merlin took a sip of juice, then took the phone and looked at it.

Tony Stark was attacked by terrorists while traveling in Afghanistan and is currently missing and in grave danger.

[Obardai issued a statement declaring his determination to bring Tony Stark back.]

[The Ministry of National Defense issued a statement...]

Parliament issues statement warning Afghanistan...

The entire internet seemed to explode with news reports of the terrorist attack on Tony Stark, and various parties quickly issued statements, some strongly condemning it.

Below these news articles, there are mostly gloating comments.

The arms dealers got arrested; even God couldn't stand by and watch.

The merchant of death spreads death, but ultimately returns to death.

Suddenly I feel the terrorists did the right thing; it's gratifying. This way, refugees in war zones will suffer less in the future.

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Merlin glanced at it twice and lost interest; he had expected this to happen.

He wasn't too alarmed by this and thought he would take action in a few more days.

The main task now is to develop the serum as soon as possible.

"Those people at Stark Industries and Defense must be in an uproar right now." Gwen didn't care much. He didn't have much interaction with Stark Industries; he was just an observer.

After ordering coffee to perk themselves up, the two waited for several hours until it grew dark. They then made their way to Osborn Industries, a place they knew well by heart.

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Afghanistan, inside an unknown cave in the Gobi Desert.

Under the dim light, Stark, who was once full of vigor, was now pale and looked like a homeless man, dejectedly hugging a battery.

Beside him stood Dr. Ethan, a thin man wearing glasses.

He is only able to survive thanks to the other party's superb medical skills and ingenious ideas.

Fragments from the explosion were embedded in Stark's ventricular blood vessels. If Ethan hadn't temporarily held them in place with a battery, they would have been beyond saving once they flowed into his heart, no matter how tenacious Stark's will to live.

(End of this chapter)