Atomic Gun, Stark Industries

Gwen looked at Hannah's cute and quiet face beneath her red-framed glasses, then quietly sidled up to Merlin, nudging him with her shoulder. She teased, "So you like quiet girls? I thought your head was full of Gasoline Gears."

"If you didn't always stand me up, I might like you too," Merlin said, patting her back firmly before turning to Hannah with a casual smile.

Gwen bared her teeth and reached out a hand to retaliate, but then thought about her current lack of control over her strength and decided against it.

Just as she was about to get her revenge verbally, a commotion suddenly erupted from the Technology Exhibition Center.

"Looks like something impressive has shown up," Merlin said, moving with the crowd towards the source of the noise.

However, as they got closer, they saw a tough-looking, crew-cut student bullying a thin student with a backpack. Standing nearby, two crew-cut Black and White people watched with mocking expressions.

"Flesher's bullying someone again," Gwen frowned upon seeing the cause of the disturbance.

"Alright, it's not an exhibit... Is that Peter?" Merlin suddenly said, looking at the classmate struggling on the ground.

Hearing this, Gwen immediately looked and, seeing it was indeed her friend, gasped in alarm and was about to intervene.

But Merlin spoke before she could.

"Flesher, let Peter go. This is the Technology Exhibition Center, not your football field!" he said, pulling a peculiar handgun from his waist and pointing it at them.

The action of drawing the gun startled the surrounding students. But upon seeing the handgun, which looked like a toy model, their expressions shifted to ones of indifference.

Flesher instinctively took a few steps back, but then scoffed when he saw the toy gun in Merlin's hand, with its coiled spring mechanism.

Gwen, seeing the gun in his hand, was also taken aback. The gun was entirely blue, seemingly made of plastic. Instead of a traditional barrel at the front, it had a coil of yellow spring, looking more like a Wave Emitter.

The combination of blue and yellow, along with its strange shape, made it indistinguishable from a regular toy gun.

However, Gwen, who spent a lot of time at home, quickly recognized the handgun. It looked like a weapon from a recently popular national game. She remembered it clearly, it was from the online mode.

"Okay, this time it's really just a toy gun," she thought.

Gwen tensed, ready to act at any moment.

"Do you want to try it?" Merlin asked calmly, seemingly unfazed by the strange looks from those around him.

Seeing Merlin's confident expression, Flesher hesitated.

Merlin had a very low presence at school and had been bullied himself before. However, after an incident before the holidays where he suddenly pulled out a Wrench to teach his bullies a lesson, not many people dared to provoke him anymore.

Later, some students found out he worked at a Car Modification Shop and often carried tools like wrenches and hammers.

"Shit! You freak, do you think a toy gun can scare us? Do you think we're idiots?" Flesher suddenly heard an angry voice in his ear, and then his crew-cut Black companion charged forward, his face full of rage.

Flesher instinctively wanted to stop him, but then thought it might be good to have someone test the waters.

"This gun is still under development. I hope you'll be alright," Merlin said, pulling the trigger as the Black man got closer.

The black man Ternard's face contorted as he reached out to grab the gun from the other's hand, wanting to snatch it away and smash it on the ground before teaching him a good lesson.

But the moment his palm was about to touch the toy gun, a strange fluctuation suddenly erupted, followed by an irresistible force impacting his body.

"Bang!"

"Zzzzt..." The Atomic Wave shot out, exploding into an electric arc in the void. Ternard, who had just walked over, was instantly sent flying like a rag doll, crashing into Flesher and the other two behind him.

Under the immense impact, the three of them were directly thrown out of the encirclement.

"Thump!" A series of thuds echoed in the silent exhibition hall. The surrounding students who had gathered to watch stood frozen, their mouths agape in shock, seemingly unable to recover from what had just happened.

"What happened? What's going on?" At this moment, the exhibition teacher walked through the crowd. Seeing Flesher and the other two groaning in pain on the ground, his brows furrowed.

Soon, his gaze fell on Merlin.

"Did you do this?" He couldn't imagine how the other person had managed to throw three burly men away.

Merlin nodded. Just as he was about to explain, a middle-aged man in a suit excitedly approached him.

"Hey, kid, that... gun in your hand, can I take a look?" He hesitated, looking at the Atomic Gun, which bore little resemblance to a gun except for the handle.

"Who are you?" Merlin looked at him with confusion.

"Oh, I'm a technical agent from the Stark Industries R&D Department, Milen Otoro. This is my business card." Milen realized he had been too abrupt and quickly took out a business card from his pocket and handed it over.

Merlin took the business card and looked at it. After confirming it was legitimate, he nodded, "Sure, but this is still a semi-finished product. Try not to touch the coils and the trigger."

He handed over the Atomic Gun in his hand.

Since he was participating in the Academy Science Exhibition this time, he certainly wanted to attract the attention of many military technology enterprises, so he didn't hide anything.

"Thank you!" Milen said politely, then excitedly took the Atomic Gun.

The teacher, who had intended to question the cause of the incident, slowed his steps and then began asking the students present about the situation.

"Are you okay?" While Milen was examining the Atomic Gun, Merlin helped Peter up from the ground.

Because they were neighbors with the Stacy family, Merlin and Gwen had been good friends since childhood. He had met Peter through Gwen at school.

However, recently, Peter had been frequently chasing Spider-Man with his camera. After Merlin transmigrated, he had been busy with games and technology.

As for Gwen, if nothing unexpected happened, she was the Spider-Man who had been making waves in Big Apple City recently.

After getting up, Peter nervously opened his backpack and checked it. Once he confirmed there were no problems, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thanks! I'm fine."

"Peter, next time something like this happens, fight back. Otherwise, they'll just keep bullying you," Gwen said, but looking at her frail friend, she also felt a bit helpless.

"Find some time to learn some combat skills. If you need it, I can recommend my coach to you."

Before seeking revenge, Merlin had specifically found a retired soldier to train with for a period, learning both combat and firearms.