Marvel: The game I made invaded reality

Chapter 25; Hawkeye, old Ducati

As the rope descended, a man wearing a black robe, a hood, and a quiver came in front of Merlin.

Women's Federation ADC, Hawkeye.

"Son, are you alright?" Clinton walked quickly to Merlin and asked with concern.

As soon as Clinton arrived at the scene, he saw the lizard man running towards a high school student. Without thinking about it, he subconsciously tapped the string and shot.

Although it is a pity that the lizardman was not caught in the end, it is also comforting to be able to rescue him.

"I'm fine, thank you!" Merlin smiled, but didn't explain too much.

Clinton's eyes froze for a moment on the revolver at his waist, then turned to his face.

"Melin Shaw." The other party's identity immediately appeared in his mind.

Of course, the recent turmoil in Apple City also attracted the attention of S.H.I.E.L.D. Fury sent him and Natasha.

He is in charge of tracking down the Lizardmen, while Natasha is in charge of Hell's Kitchen Punisher and Plague Mysterio.

"We are special forces that specialize in dealing with strange events. As for more, I can't disclose." Clint took out the ID card of SHIELD and handed it over.

Rows of brand new locomotives and motorcycles are lined up in the store, and the beautiful bodies reflect the attractive metal texture under the projection of light.

At first glance, it looks more like a scrap car.

Clinton was about to open his mouth to get in touch with him, but the sound of sirens was approaching, and police cars quickly surrounded the scene.

Merlin: "..."

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"Buzz!!" The roar of the accelerator reverberated in the store, and a burly, bearded middle-aged man was sitting on a black Harley 883 for a test drive.

After Fury asked them to meet, they can make routines and invitations depending on the situation.

Clint retracted his credentials and responded.

"Can it really start?" Looking at the rusty locomotive in front of him, which seemed to be falling apart in the next moment, Merlin expressed doubts.

Of course, Merlin, a talented high school student who has emerged recently, has also entered their sights. Through investigation, it seems that he has some connection with the Punisher in Hell's Kitchen.

"Da da da..." The moment the ignition was turned on, there was a tractor-like sound from the locomotive engine.

"It was smashed into pieces by a monster with a manhole cover, so it can't be put back together as building blocks." Merlin said helplessly.

Honda, Yamaha, BMW, Augusta, Harley-Davis...the variety of cars is overwhelming.

"Merlin!" George got out of the car anxiously. After learning that Merlin was also at the scene and was being watched by the lizard man, he was quite frightened.

"Well, but you don't need a brand new one, I'm going to buy it back and modify it."

"Well, if you need anything, you can come to us." George didn't ask too much, but pulled Merlin over.

"Monster? Lizardman?"

"It's for modification..." Jack pondered for a moment, then suddenly thought of something, and clapped his hands.

Merlin came a bit early, and there was still no one in the store, so the bearded man who was testing the car quickly saw him.

He brought Merlin to the door. In an inconspicuous place, a dilapidated and almost out-of-the-ordinary locomotive was placed there.

Organizations such as the Mystery Section of the Special Zone and Fobole often use threats and lures to select suitable criminals to cooperate with.

"No, it's business as usual."

Merlin looked at the bearded man excitedly approaching him and was speechless, "I'm here to buy a car, not to tell a story."

"Domestic strategy...what do you do?" George frowned upon hearing the lengthy name, and just said something before directly asking the key point.

After making sure that Merlin was fine, he looked at the mysteriously dressed Clint beside him.

"Who are you?" He frowned. Judging from the temperament of the other party, he was probably a secret agent.

Merlin in casual attire got out of the car, looked up at the name engraved on the plaque, and walked into the store.

Such an affordable and efficient method is commonplace in Eagle Country.

Merlin thought that it would be dangerous to ride a motorcycle every day, so he thought about buying another dilapidated motorcycle and changing it into a Tyrant MK2, which is dual-purpose for flying and land, and equipped with deadlock missiles.

"Tell me about what it's like to be up close to a lizardman?"

He knew that Merlin was also engaged in modification, and generally as long as it was not too serious, it could be repaired.

As soon as he entered, his eyes lit up.

And on the roof of the building not far away, a black and white figure also quietly retreated.

"Don't worry about this, you can talk about it while choosing." Jack said indifferently.

"Come with me. I don't know who lost a Ducati 916 in my shop recently. There is almost no benefit except that the engine can start."

The next day, Silent Sons Club.

George flicked between the ID and Clint's face, making sure it was correct before returning it to him.

"What car are you going to buy this time? Is it a Ducati?"

"You boy, don't run around now!" He put his arms around Merlin's neck and pulled her back into the car.

"Correct!"

Looking at the entrance of the sewer beside him, he frowned slightly, and climbed down anyway.

Although what the Punisher and the Mysterious Man did in Apple City had a great impact, but based on the conclusion of the S.H.I.E.L.D. investigation, they feel that these people are talents, and it would be better to cooperate or recruit them.

"Is there anything we can do for you?"

Generally, Merlin would buy accessories from them when modifying motorcycles, and because of his age, Jacques was still very familiar with him.

"Are you here to buy accessories?" Jack recognized Merlin and asked as usual.

In this way, you can deal with emergencies well in the future.

"I'm going to disassemble it in a few days."

"Buy a motorcycle? Why? What happened to your Ducati?" Hearing that he came to buy a car, Jack was a little puzzled.

"Of course, I'll start it for you." Jack turned the key directly.

"Buzz..." But soon, the crisp clicking sound disappeared, and the engine gradually became smoother.

"No, I'm here to buy a motorcycle." Merlin shook his head, then walked to the Ducati area to look.

"Oh, my God, that person on Sixth Avenue yesterday was you! I said why the car looks so familiar." Jake, who had reacted, exclaimed, and didn't even try the car.

Clint opened his mouth as he watched Merlin being taken away and reprimanded, but after thinking about it, the matter of the lizardman was the most important thing.

People from Fobole?

"I'm Clint Francis Patton, a member of the Homeland Strategic Defense Offensive and Logistics Agency."

And he can feel that this kid really likes motorcycles, but unfortunately he doesn't like the tough guy style.

"It really works." Merlin was a little surprised.

Later, he checked it carefully and found that the powertrain was fine, but the frame always gave people a feeling that it was about to fall apart.

"Just this one, how much is it?"

For some reason, when Merlin said he wanted to buy it, the front of Ducati suddenly moved slightly.