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Looking at the brand new motorcycle in front of him, Merlin pondered for a while. He had touched the headlights of other vehicles without any problems or strange feelings. However, when he returned to the Ducati and touched its headlights again, the roaring engine and fuel injection from the exhaust pipe had stopped, as if the motorcycle had entered a "saged" state after being released.

Shaking off these strange thoughts, he decided to pull out the atomic engine. He called Jacques and other auto mechanics at several repair shops to describe the situation, but none of them had heard of a problem where touching the headlights would cause the engine to start. They suggested that if he couldn't pinpoint the exact issue, replacing all problematic areas might solve it.

Thus, although he hadn't found the cause, he deduced that the root problem likely lay in the engine. Since he needed to modify the engine anyway, he decided that replacing it would likely resolve the issue.

Time was tight, and Merlin didn't want to spend too much time on the motorcycle. The game platform was still in the early stages of construction, so he had to keep an eye on it. Therefore, the modification of the motorcycle had to be completed tonight for his own safety.

He first scrubbed the oil from inside the exhaust pipe and the ground, then started disassembling after cleaning. Arcee, who had the exhaust pipe wiped, suppressed her shame and anger. To avoid revealing her identity, she could only let this human tamper with various parts of her body.

The next morning at Merlin's Modification Shop, Merlin put away his gloves and admired the Ducati motorcycle in front of him. After significant modifications, the original engine was replaced with a compact atomic engine, and the injection port was moved to the back. He added two red-painted wing weapon packs on both sides for energy-assisted flight and installed a Vulcan Gatling gun underneath. The fuel tank was emptied to accommodate 20 deadlock missiles, making the motorcycle look heavy yet agile. Despite wanting a futuristic Sentaro, Merlin opted for the Ducati to avoid drawing too much attention on the streets.

In the front part of the bike, to achieve close combat and interception capabilities, Merlin installed a laser-guided fire control radar using laser energy technology for automatic interception. This modified Ducati is now a fully integrated arsenal for offense and defense, capable of ground driving and flying.

Arcee, who had been concerned about her engine being dismantled, was shocked by the transformation. With her new powered heart, she felt evolved and drastically changed, eagerly anticipating testing her new capabilities once Merlin was not nearby.

"Huh..." Merlin let out a long breath as the fatigue from working all night swept over him. He didn't fall asleep immediately, instead eating something to replenish his empty stomach before returning to the lounge.

"I hope the next one will be a biochemical technology game," he muttered, throwing himself heavily onto the small temporary bed. Despite his increased intelligence, his body felt the strain, especially after intense mental work.

He soon drifted into sleep, only to be awoken by a familiar ringtone. Sitting up and rubbing his eyes, he looked at the time on the wall with confusion.

"It's past five o'clock in the afternoon..." Seeing the time, he became more conscious. He didn't expect to sleep for so long. The ringtone continued to ring, and Merlin picked it up.

"Hi!" He yawned and shouted lazily.

"Merlin, where are you now?" Gwen's voice came from the phone.

"Me? I'm still in the store. Could it be that lizard man came to see me again?" Merlin rubbed his hair and walked down the stairs, then came to the sink.

"No, no, I need your help with something. When are you free today?"

"Wait for me to wash up and go back right away."

"You just got up? Did you stay up all night last night?" Gwen on the opposite side was a little confused.

"Ah, yes, wasn't my Ducati smashed into pieces the day before yesterday? I bought another second-hand one and modified it overnight."

"Wait for me, I'll be home soon."

"OK!"

After hanging up the phone, Merlin rinsed his face with cold water, and his originally groggy mood became much more energetic. After washing up, he checked the progress of the platform in Hell's Kitchen. In the past few days, he had reached cooperation agreements with some weapon shops and auto repair shops. The platform provides weapons and vehicles, and they are responsible for selling them, receiving a share of the profits. Several smart production lines had been completed and could now supply these stores.

"We can recruit some players," Merlin thought as he quickly searched the information of everyone in Hell's Kitchen. After selecting the players, he quietly sent out the apps one by one.

After doing this, he left the store on his modified motorcycle.

Shortly after Merlin left, a sexy and beautiful woman with red curly hair came to Merlin's modification shop.

Looking at the closure plaque hanging next to the closed rolling shutter door, she was silent for a moment. "What a coincidence," she tilted her head, then didn't stay too long. She threw a micro device outside the door and drove away.

Natasha had just arrived in Hell's Kitchen not long ago. After coming into contact with Frank the Punisher, she was recommended here. But her luck was obviously not very good. According to the information collected, this company wasn't the only one selling special vehicles and weapons, so there was no regret.

During the investigation, a mysterious Rockstar game platform surfaced. This platform seemed to cooperate with many weapon shops and car repair shops, recruiting many NPCs online in the form of games to carry out tasks. She also tried to hack in, but even after handing it over to Director Fury and putting all the technical staff on it, it had no effect at all. Therefore, she could only go to offline weapons stores and auto repair shops to check.

After starting the vehicle, she held the steering wheel with one hand and took out her mobile phone with the other hand to find the next offline weapons store.

However, just as the screen turned on, her pupils suddenly shrank.

An APP with a yellow star logo was installed on her phone at some point.