Game Master of marvel

Lester charges a fixed fee of 20%. Based on his ability, he is already very conscientious in reality. But if Merlin had to choose, he would still prefer Pavel, who has a good attitude and only charges 2%.

Merlin rubbed his swollen eyebrows. The amount of knowledge and information awarded today was a bit overwhelming, so he needed to take it easy. However, the excitement in his heart made him temporarily put aside the pain in his head.

With Lester's hacking skills, the real-life simulator could begin to be built.

"Crash..." Just as Merlin was envisioning the reality simulator plan, the rolling shutter door suddenly rose.

Immediately afterward, a tough guy with a rugged appearance and a tall body walked in.

"The store is closed..." Merlin turned around, but when he saw the person coming, he couldn't help but freeze.

His eyes were focused on the other person's black T-shirt with a skull printed on the chest.

"Do you know me?" Frank Castle looked at the young man in front of him, wearing work clothes and with a somewhat immature face, and was a little surprised. After looking around and finding no one else, he finally confirmed that the person in front of him was the owner of the modification shop mentioned on the street.

"Of course I know, you are very famous recently. Let me think about what people said..." Merlin pondered for a moment, "A smart fool actually wants to use the law to punish those Mexicans and Irish people."

"Yes, that's what they said." He clapped his hands and said firmly.

Frank: "........

If it weren't for the young age of the other party, he would have given him a lesson. Well, the main thing is to ask for the other person.

"I want to buy some goods." He said his purpose directly in a low voice.

Merlin stared at Frank for a while until the other man's expression became a little unnatural. Then he said, "It's already my off-work time, but for your sake, I can make an exception and work overtime for you. Come with me."

With that, he got up and walked towards the backyard.

Frank glanced at the sloped steel plate truck on the workstation and then quickly followed him. When he saw the strange sports cars in the back row, he couldn't help but be a little surprised.

"Here," Merlin waved to him in front of the warehouse door.

Frank stepped into the warehouse, and the first thing he saw was a neat arsenal, with a cold aura shining under the incandescent lights. For men like Frank, seeing this scene made their blood boil.

Frank's hands were already itching.

"Crack!" While he was marveling at the sight, Merlin had already taken down a pistol from the shelf on the wall.

"This," Merlin said

""Is An armor-piercing pistol has a basic ammunition capacity of eighteen rounds. It can be extended to thirty-six rounds by adding an expanded magazine, supporting continuous firing."

Pistol, burst... As soon as these two words came out, Frank lost interest. Generally speaking, due to hand-holding, if the pistol can be fired continuously, the consequence of the recoil is reduced .

Merlin knew what the other man was thinking by looking at his expression, so he didn't say anything, but directly raised his armor-piercing pistol and pointed it at the metal bullseye in the distance.

"Da da da..." "Bang bang bang..." Sparks flashed rapidly on the steel target.

Frank's eyes also widened a bit. He could see clearly that the opponent's pistol trembled very little when it fired repeatedly. The stability was comparable to a microflush.

"Generally, I recommend this pistol after the armored skeleton horse is modified in my shop," Merlin said, casually throwing the armor-piercing pistol to him. Frank caught the pistol and noticed the thicker barrel and some internal buffer devices.

"A pump-action shotgun, loaded with explosive bullets, basically one shot for a car. There are also Vulcan machine guns and rocket launchers..." Merlin continued, introducing each weapon one by one.

"There's also an MK2 sniper rifle, with explosive and armor-piercing bullets I've made in the past half-month. It's very effective for assassination, especially with night vision goggles."

"This one's quite popular. You're lucky; it might be gone in two days."

Merlin gestured to the array of weapons laid out on the table, then turned towards the workshop.

"Do you need a vehicle? The vehicles in the workshop has just been completed. It'll ensure you can travel smoothly on the streets."

Looking at the arsenal of weapons, equipped with rocket launchers and Gatling heavy machine guns, Frank felt a bit overwhelmed. He hadn't expected that the young boy in front of him, who appeared so youthful, actually possessed such a formidable array of weapons.

He marveled at the diverse and impressive capabilities of the weapons.

But as enticing as these weapons and vehicles were, Frank could only sigh with longing and financial constraint.

Seeing Frank's dilemma, Merlin spoke up. "If you're short on money, I have a solution for you."

"What's that?" Frank asked, running his fingers lovingly over the MK2 heavy sniper rifle in his hand.

"Be a player and play the game," Merlin replied cryptically.

"Playing games?" Frank was momentarily taken aback by Merlin's suggestion. His first thought was about esports, followed closely by the survival competition games organized by wealthy underground circles. Given his current skills, the latter seemed most suitable.

"I'll send you a game website in two days. From there, you can watch and receive missions," Merlin continued. "And I am also one of the players. For now, you can think of me as an NPC merchant providing weapons in the game."

Frank's eyes lit up at Merlin's words, immediately envisioning himself involved in a vast criminal organization behind the scenes. However, his primary motivation remained avenging his family, so he didn't dwell on it too much. After a brief moment of consideration, he nodded firmly.

"Alright, count me in. Please."

Although he didn't have much money, Frank still spent all of it to buy a MK2 sniper rifle and a large quantity of ordinary bullets, including three explosive rounds. After Merlin packed everything into a wooden box, he prepared to see Frank off.

However, just as they approached the door, a mysterious man wearing red tights and a hood appeared before them. Frank narrowed his eyes.

"Daredevil!"

"Just come on in instead of lurking outside. It's unsettling," Merlin quipped, clearly familiar with the man.

Ignoring Merlin's comment on his attire, Daredevil turned to Frank. "Who's this guy?" he asked, focusing on Frank.

"Frank, my client. Please, let's keep things civil. He's leaving the modification shop now," Merlin interjected, sensing Matt's scrutiny and possibly probing for Frank's identity.