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Merlin and Jacques were both discussing the price, but Merlin didn't pay much attention.

"No, I don't need your money. Since you plan to modify it yourself, you'll be buying a lot of accessories from me. Consider this bike a gift," Jacques said.

Since the bike had been abandoned and he was planning to scrap it anyway, Jacques felt embarrassed to accept money for it. After all, Merlin's purchases of accessories had already brought in significant profits, and the extensive modifications planned for the motorcycle would cost nearly as much as the bike itself.

"Okay, let's keep it simple. Once I complete the inspection, I'll send you the list of accessories I need," Merlin agreed, nodding before leaving the Sons of Silence Club.

"Wait a minute... you still haven't told me about the lizard man from yesterday!" Jacques called out, reaching out, but Merlin had already disappeared from view. With a sigh, Jacques returned to the store, regretfully giving up on hearing the exciting story.

The Hell's Kitchen platform was gradually getting back on track, and it had been a busy time recently. After yesterday's failure, Peter and Professor Connors would definitely speed up their plans, and Merlin needed to follow up quickly. He planned to recruit some players before Peter and the others could start their scheme and find a way to organize a large-scale mission in Apple City.

After returning to the modification shop, Merlin retrieved the technical information and drawings of the Tyrant MK2. At the same time, he also drew the structure of the Ducati 916 and began to adjust the modification plan.

"Look and see her eyes, they glow..." Just when he was specifying the modification plan, the phone's ringtone suddenly rang. When he saw the caller, Merlin suddenly showed a headache expression. The ringing kept ringing, and it seemed it would not stop as long as he didn't answer. Helpless, he could only press the connect button.

"Merlin!!! You went to your modification shop again, didn't you? I told you yesterday, you should try not to go out until the lizard man is caught," Gwen's anxious voice came through the phone.

As soon as the call was connected, there was a loud roar from the other side. Merlin gasped and quickly put the phone away from his ear. After George's tone on the opposite side gradually calmed down, he put the phone to his ear again.

"You know, my motorcycle was smashed to pieces yesterday. Motorcycles are my soul! I can't live without them," Merlin explained in a serious tone.

"What kind of motorcycle do you want? I can buy it for you. You don't have to run out," George offered, his tone softening.

"Forget it, I won't bother you anymore. I'm sure you don't have time," Merlin said firmly.

George paused for a moment. "..."

"Go home as soon as possible today. I don't know how that lizard man targeted you, but you are in a very dangerous situation now. Try not to stay outside, and keep communicating with your mobile phone at all times," George advised, knowing how important motorcycles were to Merlin. In the end, he could only give a few worried words.

"Let's see..." Merlin replied quickly before hanging up the phone.

With any luck, he might stay up all night tonight.

In the police station, George looked at the disconnected call in his hand and sighed helplessly. Suddenly, the office door opened.

"Chief George, there is news about Spider-Man and the Lizard Man."

"Let's go!" George immediately stood up and followed out.

After completing the modification plan, Merlin sent the parts list. Not long after sending it, Jacques delivered the Bike and accessories together.

After unloading all the motorcycles and accessories from the pickup truck into the workshop, Merlin stood next to the Ducati motorcycle, holding his chin and thinking for a while. Then he walked to the motorcycle and wiped the dirt on the surface with his fingers.

He didn't know how long it had been abandoned. The outer shell and many parts of the bike had become rusty, and several parts were missing.

Looking at the dirt wiped off by his fingers, he clapped his hands. "Let's do it!"

He picked up a water gun and moistened it, then foamed it and started rinsing it. After washing it several times with a high-pressure water gun, although the motorcycle still looked dilapidated, its surface appeared much cleaner and fresher. There was even some pink paint exposed between the black and red rust stains.

After rinsing, Merlin began to disassemble it, carefully polishing each part. This was a project that tested patience, but Merlin really enjoyed the process of the parts becoming brand new in his hands.

Time came to night unknowingly. After Merlin cleaned and polished it over and over again, replaced and installed many electrical parts, and completed the final red and white spray paint, the Ducati that was originally in tatters and about to be scrapped was gone. Instead, a brand new Ducati 916 painted in red and white stood on the workstation.

The bright paint reflected the luster under the light, showcasing the graceful arc of the car body. The worn tires were replaced with matte black silk, like a hot beauty lying on the ground with her butt raised.

"Hot beauty?" Merlin scratched his head. Why did he feel like this? Could it be that he had been single for too long?

He shook his head and inspected the motorcycle. As long as there were no problems, he planned to modify it with atomic engines and deadlock missiles.

Fortunately, when King Pin purchased weapons a few days ago, he received plutonium and other rare atomic energy industry raw materials, so he didn't have to worry about the production of atomic energy engines.

"Huh?" At this moment, Merlin seemed to have discovered something. He stopped in front of the motorcycle, squatted down, and looked at the two protruding headlights.

There was some red paint on it, which probably drifted on accidentally when it was just spray-painted. Although protection is done before painting, usually after removing the protection, there will be some inexplicable paint spots.

Merlin picked up the rag and tried to wipe it twice. After finding that it was useless, he sprayed some rosin water and wiped it carefully again.

"Slosh, swish..." The surface of the rag and the headlight made slipping sounds under the friction of the rosin water. After wiping hard twice, Merlin moved the rag away.

But when he saw the condition of the headlights, he was stunned for a moment.

"What the hell!" There was a blush on the headlights, as if diluted red paint had spread. But it's just a little bit of red paint—how could it spread so much?

He was a little confused and tried to wipe it with a rag twice. When he found that it was useless, he wiped it with his hand.

Merlin slid his fingers down the wet and smooth headlight. He looked at his fingers and found that there was no red paint on them. He tried rubbing the headlight again to see if he could remove it a little.

"Buzz! Buzz!!" Just as he was about to take his fingers back to inspect them, the motorcycle's engine suddenly roared, and the body and exhaust pipe trembled.

Merlin: "???"

"Did I just ignite the engine?"

Thinking there might be an issue with the ignition relay or wiring, he stood up, putting the problem of the headlights aside for now, and prepared to check it.

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