Game Master of marvel

Although Duke seemed to have mutated at this time, John was thankful he had survived. However, he was still a little surprised that this high school student actually had a regeneration potion in his hands.

"How much does it cost?" he asked. Although he had been an assassin for many years and had amassed a balance of tens of millions in killer gold coins, he knew that a regeneration potion capable of bringing the dead back to life would be extremely expensive.

"Let's calculate it as 30 million, and you owe me a favor," Merlin said nonchalantly. "As for the side effects..." He glanced at the ferocious beagle in the cage. "I think it would be good to leave it on. It will make you feel more at ease."

John also glanced at his beloved dog. Although he looked a little weird now, he was inexplicably much more handsome. Although regenerative medicine is mainly used for human genes, the effects of extracting stem cells and using them on animals are still very good. Apart from some physical changes, his sanity still existed.

"Did you install this software for me?" After confirming that there was no problem with his dog's safety, John finally remembered the Rockstar App and took out his phone.

"No, I am just the manager of the modification shop under this game platform. After you become a player, you can get rewards by performing tasks, and then buy vehicles and weapons from me. Have you seen the shopping mall inside? What I sell here is the same as what's listed above," Merlin explained.

John nodded in understanding. "Then, this mission to destroy the Russian gang was also sent by you?"

"Yes, can you handle it? If not, you can cooperate with other players and divide it among yourselves. I don't have much time to help you recently," Merlin yawned. He had studied all night last night and had no time to take action.

"No need," John shook his head with a stern expression. Even if there was no mission issued by Merlin, he would never spare the Russian gang.

Similarly, the leader of the Russian gang also targeted John. The person behind the wheel of the Ford Mustang last night was his son, and he blamed John for his son's death. He believed that only John, who was once the number one killer in the world, could have done this kind of thing.

"Whatever you want, your dog will be left here for observation for a while. If you want to stay a little longer, you can, but don't disturb my sleep," Merlin said tiredly before leaving the temporary reception hall and returning to his lounge.

John watched Merlin's back gradually disappear and then looked back at his dog. The feeling of regaining it made him unable to help but take it out of the cage. "Sorry, sorry..."

When Merlin woke up, John was still there, petting his dog. "Woof woof woof!!!"

After seeing Merlin, the beagle, who had originally looked like he was enjoying the petting, immediately barked angrily and even tried to rush out and bite him. However, John stopped him.

"Bic!"

"Okay, okay, isn't it just to help you get neutered? It's beneficial. It can help you prevent all kinds of troubles and diseases," Merlin said lazily as he passed by.

The time had come to six o'clock in the afternoon, and Gwen should be waiting for him. After washing up, he returned to the temporary reception hall.

John hadn't left yet, obviously something was up.

"I want to buy some weapons from you: an MK2 heavy sniper rifle with various types of special bullets, as well as ballistic knives and an MK2 heavy revolver."

After Merlin came back from washing up, John told him the weapons he wanted to buy. They were all special weapons he wanted to use for particular occasions. Ordinary weapons were sufficient for him otherwise.

After sending off a determined John, Merlin also rode his motorcycle to find Gwen, who was waiting for him next door to Osborn Industries.

"Good evening," Merlin said weakly and sat down opposite her, with food already prepared in front of him.

"Are you okay?" Gwen asked, a little worried when she saw Merlin's current state.

"It's okay, I can still hold on."

Merlin was a little hungry after sleeping all day. Without saying anything, he sat across from her, picked up a sandwich, and started eating.

Gwen smiled sheepishly. After all, her genetic mutation had enhanced her physique a lot, but the friend she grew up with was still an ordinary person. It was really uncomfortable to have such a reversed day and night.

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

[Tony Stark went to Afghanistan and was attacked by terrorists. His whereabouts are unknown and the situation is in danger.]

[Obadiah Stane issued a statement that Tony Stark must be recovered.]

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

[Parliament issued a statement warning Afghanistan...]

The entire internet seemed to be exploding. All news outlets reported that Tony Stark had been attacked by terrorists. Various parties quickly issued statements, either firm or condemning.

Under these news articles, there were mostly gloating comments:

[The weapons dealer got caught, and God must not be able to stand it anymore.]

[Death merchant, spreading death will only lead to death in the end.]

[Suddenly I feel that what the terrorists did was right; it's very satisfying. In this way, refugees from war zones will suffer less in the future.]

In order to avoid feeling uncomfortable, she picked up her phone to divert her attention.

"Eh? Merlin, look at the news. Tony Stark, the CEO of Stark Industries, was attacked in Afghanistan and his whereabouts are unknown."

Merlin looked at it twice and lost interest. He had expected this kind of thing. He wasn't too panicked about it, knowing he should take action in a few days. The main focus now was to develop the serum as soon as possible.

"The people from Stark Industries and National Defense are probably going to be in trouble now," Gwen remarked. She didn't have a close relationship with Stark Industries and was just a bystander.

The two of them ordered a cup of coffee to refresh themselves. After waiting for a few hours, the sky turned gray, and they began to walk to Osborn Industries in a familiar way.

Meanwhile, in Afghanistan, in an unknown Gobi cave, under the dim light, Tony Stark, who was originally high-spirited, now looked pale, holding a car battery slumped like a homeless man. Next to him was a thin Dr. Yinsen, wearing glasses.Stark was able to survive thanks to Dr. Yinsen's superb medical skills and innovative ideas. Stark's ventricular blood vessels were embedded with shrapnel fragments. If not for the battery device Yinsen had rigged to temporarily absorb the fragments and prevent them from reaching Stark's heart, his situation would have been dire, no matter how tenacious his vitality.

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