Punisher, Daredevil

Lester charged a fixed twenty percent fee. Given his abilities, that was already quite reasonable in the real world.

But if Merlin had a choice, he still preferred Pavel, who had a good attitude and only charged two percent.

Merlin rubbed his slightly swollen temples. The knowledge rewarded today contained too much information; he needed time to process it.

But the excitement in his heart temporarily pushed aside the ache in his head.

With Lester's hacking skills, he could begin setting up the real-world simulator as well.

"Rattle..." Just as Merlin was envisioning the real-world simulator project, the rolling shutter suddenly rose.

Immediately afterward, a rugged-looking, broad-shouldered, imposing tough guy walked in.

"We're closed. Come back Saturday..." Merlin turned around, but froze when he saw who had entered.

His gaze landed on the black T-shirt bearing a skull emblem on the man's chest.

"You know me?" Frank looked somewhat surprised at the young man in work clothes, whose features were still a little boyish. After scanning the room and finding no one else, he finally confirmed that the person before him was the custom shop owner people talked about on the streets.

"Of course I know you. You've been pretty famous lately. Let me think, how do people on the street put it..." Merlin pondered for a moment. "A smart idiot who actually wanted to use the law to punish those Mexicans and Irishmen."

"Yes, that's exactly what they say." He clapped his hands with certainty.

Frank: "..."

If not for the kid's age, he would have taught him a lesson already.

Well, mainly because he needed something from him.

"I want to buy some goods." His voice was low as he stated his purpose directly.

Having completely lost faith in this city's laws, Frank had decided to avenge his wife and daughter in his own way.

Merlin stared at Frank for a while. Only after Frank's expression became a little uncomfortable did he speak. "I'm already off work, but for you, I can make an exception and put in some overtime. Follow me."

With that, he got up and headed toward the backyard.

Frank glanced at the Bevel Magic Treasure on the workbench, then quickly followed.

When he saw the rows of bizarre supercars and vehicles in the rear, he could not help but feel surprised.

"Over here." Merlin, standing before the warehouse door, beckoned to him.

Frank stepped into the warehouse. The first thing he saw was a neatly arranged arsenal, gleaming with a cold aura beneath the incandescent lights.

But for a man, the sight was enough to set his blood boiling.

Frank's hands were already itching.

Click! As he marveled at the scene, Merlin had already taken a handgun from the rack on the wall.

"Armor-Piercing Handgun. Standard capacity is eighteen rounds. With an extended magazine, it reaches thirty-six rounds. It supports automatic fire."

Handgun, automatic fire... the moment Frank heard those two words, he lost interest.

Generally, due to the difficulty of holding one steady, an automatic handgun sacrificed accuracy to recoil. If he had to use a stock to stabilize the recoil, he might as well buy a submachine gun.

Merlin could tell what Frank was thinking from his expression. He said nothing more, merely raised the Armor-Piercing Handgun and aimed at the metal target in the distance.

Rat-tat-tat...

Bang! Bang! Bang! Sparks rapidly bloomed across the steel target.

Frank's eyes widened slightly. He could see clearly that the handgun barely trembled during automatic fire.

Its stability was no worse than that of a submachine gun.

"Whenever someone modifies an Armored Skeleton Horse at my shop, I usually recommend this handgun." As Merlin spoke, he casually tossed the Armor-Piercing Handgun to him.

Frank caught it and found that the area around the bore was much thicker and heavier than on an ordinary handgun. It seemed to have some kind of buffer mechanism installed inside.

"Pump-Action Shotgun, loaded with Explosive Rounds. Basically, one shot per car."

"And there's the Vulcan Machine Gun, Rocket Launcher..."

Merlin introduced them one by one.

"There's also an MK2 Sniper Rifle I made over the past half month, along with Explosive Rounds and Armor-Piercing Rounds. Add Night Vision Goggles, and it works very well for assassinations."

"This one's in high demand. You got lucky; in a couple days, it might be gone."

"Need a vehicle? The Bevel Magic Treasure in the workshop was just finished. It'll guarantee you can move freely through the streets."

Looking at the arsenal, which even included Rocket Launchers and Gatling heavy machine guns, Frank felt numb.

He had not expected this seemingly young boy to possess such a terrifying stockpile of weapons.

Moreover, the performance of all those peculiar weapons left him deeply impressed.

But no matter how tempting the weapons and vehicles were, Frank could only stare longingly. His pockets were empty.

After finishing the introduction, Merlin seemed to realize Frank's predicament.

"If you're short on money, I have a way for you to make some."

"What way?" Frank carefully stroked the MK2 Heavy Sniper Rifle in his hands, his eyes full of affection.

"Become a player. Play a game."

"Play a game?" He froze at first. His first thought was esports, followed by the survival competition games organized underground by the wealthy.

After all, given his current abilities, the second option suited him far better.

"In a couple of days, I'll send you a game website. When the time comes, just accept whatever missions you want."

"And I'm one of the players too. For now, you can think of me as an NPC merchant who provides weapons in the game."

Hearing Merlin's words, Frank's eyes flickered. The first thing that came to mind was a vast criminal organization operating behind the scenes.

But right now, all he wanted was revenge for his family, so he did not pay much attention to that.

He pondered for a moment, then nodded.

"Alright. Then I'll be counting on you."

Though he did not have much money, Frank still spent everything he had before leaving to buy an MK2 Sniper Rifle, a large quantity of regular ammunition, and three Explosive Rounds.

After Merlin packed them into a wooden case, he prepared to see Frank out.

However, just as the two reached the entrance, a mysterious figure wearing a red bodysuit and a tightly wrapped hood appeared before them.

Frank narrowed his eyes.

"Daredevil!"

"The door's open. Just come in next time. Standing outside like that is easy to scare people."

"And when are you going to change that outfit? It's ugly as hell." Merlin curled his lips and mocked him, clearly familiar with him.

"Who is this guy?" Matt ignored the jab and turned toward Frank.

"Frank, my customer. Don't do anything reckless. Once he leaves the custom shop, he's all yours."

Matt fell silent for a while, clearly recalling Frank's background information.