Marvel: The games I made have invaded reality.

Chapter 48; Apple City in Chaos, Robbery

Merlin's Modification Shop is located in a somewhat remote area, and with the increasing number of car modification shops and weapon shops shut down by the police, the gang's originally peaceful and profitable life has been disrupted.

With Merlin occasionally sending out group tasks, and many participating merchants also posting tasks, Hell's Kitchen began to descend into chaos again, greatly hindering the Apple City police's operations.

We don't know how long we'll have to wait to find out about Merlin.

As the number of players increased, many merchants also joined the platform and started posting missions, such as the search mission for DR·Dre, the founder of the West Coast G-funke gangster rap.

Bounty missions, car theft missions, planned robberies, theft missions, herbal medicine business...

Many people have seen the potential of the platform and have joined in, resulting in an increase in the activity assets within the gaming platform.

As long as the R-Star subsystem and bunker research remain untraceable, the police have no way to stop the platform's development.

Moreover, there are quite a few people in Apple City, like Pavel and Lester, who are in charge of planning.

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"But speaking of which, I haven't heard much about you lately." Merlin finished his cola and threw it in the trash can, while continuing to modify the electromagnetic cannon for Arcee and the others.

"Things have been a mess lately, a real mixed bag, I can't find my target anymore, let's take a break for now." Frank walked over and sat down on the sofa, noticing that Merlin was the only person in the store, and suddenly asked, "Are you planning to hire anyone here? I'd like to find something to do."

"You can modify cars?" Merlin turned around and looked at him in surprise.

"I'm not good at modifying cars, but I'm pretty good at weapons," Frank said, pointing to the armory in his backyard.

"Sure, I'm not in the shop often anyway, so it would be nice if you could watch the shop for me, as long as you don't kill my customers in my shop." Merlin hesitated for a moment before agreeing, but still gave a word of advice.

The people who come to him to buy weapons are a mixed bag, and he's a little afraid that Frank might kill any familiar customers he sees.

"Don't worry, since you want some peace and quiet, I won't cause any trouble," Frank assured him.

"Don't be too tolerant. If some customers offend you, just rip them off. There's no such thing as 'the customer is always right' here."

"Looks like you're not so heartless after all," Frank couldn't help but tease.

Every time we collaborate with Merlin, they charge a huge sum of money—it's outrageous. However, their planning and hacking skills are commensurate with the profit sharing.

Occasionally, it can even remove the police's bounty on your head.

"If you don't want a salary, I don't mind either," Merlin rolled her eyes.

"Then I'll contact Daredevil. I heard his friend is very knowledgeable about these kinds of cases."

"He doesn't have time lately."

Daredevil Matt has been keeping an eye on the Hand lately.

Upon hearing Merlin's words, Frank realized that he hadn't seen anything about Daredevil lately.

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"Alright, let's go to Merlin Airlines." After settling things with Arcee, Merlin breathed a sigh of relief and said.

"Merlin Airlines?"

"I rented an aircraft manufacturing plant; helicopters and fighter jets are made there."

"You don't actually think my little modification shop can build a fighter jet, do you?"

Frank: "…………"

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Perito Bank, Brooklyn.

"Bang!" A crisp gunshot rang out suddenly in the bustling street, and the surroundings fell silent for a moment.

"Aaaaaahhhhhh!!!!!" Suddenly, a woman's sharp scream shattered the silence. Like a chain reaction, people on the street screamed in panic one after another, then crouched down and fled the vicinity of the bank with practiced ease.

"Bang!" A group of robbers wearing black hoods kicked open the bank door, raised their bullpup rifles, and shouted.

"Get down on the ground, it's a robbery!"

"Friends! Today is the day you need to make a choice."

"Everyone lie down on the ground! Now!"

A robber entered the lobby and went straight to the front desk, using his gun to stop the bank staff behind the counter!

"You, and you, come out from behind the counter, and like this, put your hands up!"

"Ring ring..."

"Ahhh... Please, don't shoot."

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The bank alarms blared, screams of terror filled the air, and the robbers' rough threats mingled together, plunging the once quiet lobby into chaos.

"Shut up! Anyone who opens their mouth can go see God!" Annoyed by the noise, the bandits fired a burst of bullets into the air. The moment the crisp gunshot rang out, the person who was lying on the ground groaning seemed to have been choked, his voice stopped abruptly, leaving only a look of terror on his face.

"Mike! You keep an eye on these people, we're going to get the money and equipment! This is our first mission, we absolutely have to do a great job." The leader of the robbers nodded in satisfaction as he looked at the quiet crowd, gave a few instructions to his partner codenamed Mike, and then carried the welding torch and explosives toward the vault.

"No problem, but you need to hurry, the police should be here soon!"

"rest assured!"

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"boom!"

Merlin, riding Arcee, and Uncle Punishment stopped on Eighth Avenue in Brooklyn when a loud explosion suddenly came from the Perito Bank ahead.

The road ahead was temporarily blocked, and rows of police cars lined up on the street, completely blocking the bank's exit.

Merlin and Uncle Punishment could only wait on the outside.

"Speaking of which, as time has gone by, more and more of these players have started taking on robbery missions," Frank said, looking at the situation ahead.

"They must have made some money; they've upgraded their equipment."

"Currently, the quickest and most exciting way to make money is to rob a bank."

"Everyone wants to grow bigger and stronger," Merlin replied, leaning against Arcee.

All the way, the sounds of police sirens in Brooklyn and helicopter rotors in the sky never stopped.

Police cars, police helicopters, ambulances, fire trucks... they can be seen on almost every street.

Some people ride Tyrant MK2s all over the sky, while others go all out, sticking on Red Bull logos and causing a ruckus in the city.

However, whether due to poor technique or lack of skill, it eventually crashed into a building and exploded into a fireball.

Firefighters are still putting out the fire there.

Ambulances were on the sidelines, providing aid to those affected by the blast.

There were even instances of people driving a slanted scooter and another driving a spiked scooter while stuck in traffic at intersections, playing around with each other on the streets.

The sight of those cars being suddenly shoveled away was truly spectacular.

The police, not to be outdone, gave chase in their patrol cars and vehicles, including De Rossi.

Hmm... there are players among them too.

(End of this chapter)