Sudden Attack, John Wick the Killer
Lockheed is an aviation industry company and one of the top-ranked aviation manufacturing companies in the United States.
Aston Martin is a well-known luxury car company that almost everyone has heard of.
"Then it looks like I got a good deal." Merlin looked around and found that the equipment was still new and had hardly been used.
He nodded with satisfaction and then transferred the money.
Of course, he bought the aircraft manufacturing factory in order to develop helicopters and fighter jets. After all, aircraft are different from vehicles and weapons. During the development process, in addition to requiring a large space, the equipment required also has some differences.
If it was just the engine it would be fine.
"It's indeed a great bargain, but what I didn't expect is that you actually want to rent this factory." Happy was a little surprised when he saw the account arrival information from his mobile phone.
He remembered that Merlin was still a high school student. Some time ago, he developed an electromagnetic pulse transmitter and earned 10 million US dollars. He knew about this because he was cooperating with his boss' company after all.
What surprised him was that the other party had the courage to rent an aviation factory on his own.
Happy remembered that when he was this age, he would still drool over the cheerleading goddesses every day.
"I want to research this."
"Need some help? I can help you find some."
"No, not yet."
After signing the formalities, Happy left the aviation manufacturing plant. Although Stark was urged by Captain Rhodes to go to Afghanistan, Pepper in the company still needed his own protection.
Merlin stayed to start up the equipment, replan the production line, and install intelligent robotic arms.
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Merlin stayed in the workshop until evening, taking a nap to adjust his mental state.
Thinking that he still had to go to Osborne Building to study the serum with Gwen, he could only temporarily close the factory door and leave quickly on his motorcycle.
He doesn't have the habit of standing others up.
Due to the large population in Brooklyn, gang fights almost never stop at night. Therefore, Merlin rode his motorcycle very fast on the street without stopping. Only a red shadow could be seen flashing above the street.
However, just as he was passing a secluded suburb, a Ford Mustang suddenly came speeding from the opposite side of the street and accelerated towards Merlin.
Inside the car, a pale and arrogant young man wearing a black vest and holding a cigarette in his mouth was staring at him excitedly. He stepped on the accelerator to the maximum, and the black Ford Mustang rushed towards Merlin like a violent beast, roaring loudly.
In the passenger seat, there were a few gangster-looking young men looking at Merlin on the motorcycle with mockery, as if they had seen him being knocked flying.
"Beep, beep..." The alarm of the fire control radar sounded quickly.
"I didn't expect the first shot to come so quickly." Facing the muscle car roaring towards him, Merlin chuckled and then simply pressed the button.
"Puff!" Under the dim street lights, a missile with its tail fins roared out.
"Boom!" The next moment, a bright fireball shot up into the sky above the dark and silent street.
At the moment of the explosion, Merlin could even see the terrified expressions of several people in the car under the light of the fire.
Family members, who understands? Who the hell goes out with a missile?
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Merlin stopped the motorcycle, and the blazing firelight illuminated him red.
He has become accustomed to this. In this free country, if you are slow, you will miss out. You cannot leave any room for luck.
After admiring the art of explosion, he restarted the motorcycle and left the scene.
However, before he had gone far, he seemed to notice something and stopped beside a path.
Looking along the path, there is a villa at the end, and the unique ruts of Ford Mustang tires extend from the lawn.
As if he had thought of something, he quickly took out his cell phone to check.
"Tsk... what a coincidence." After confirming the identity of the owner of the villa, he smacked his lips, then turned the car around and drove over.
Following the quiet path, we arrived at the villa. The door had been violently destroyed and the interior was in a mess.
The cold moonlight shone into the hall from the windows and the door. A man and a dog were lying on the ground, not knowing whether they were dead or alive, and blood was flowing on the smooth floor.
Merlin walked forward and looked at the man who had fainted on the ground with blood all over his forehead.
He has long black hair, a sexy beard, and his eyes are closed, his face is full of melancholy and a hint of coldness.
The killer, John Wick, is a ruthless man who killed three people with just a pencil.
"Oh, poor little dog." Merlin squatted down, looked at the beagle with weak breathing, reached out and picked it up.
Thinking that they just happened to be short of an experimental subject, he prepared to take the beagle away.
After looking at John who was still unconscious, he left an APP on the other's phone and left the scene with the beagle in his arms.
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Osborn Industries, cross-species genetic laboratory.
"Oh my God, Merlin, why did you bring a dog in?" Gwen exclaimed, pointing at the beagle in Merlin's arms.
"We found it on the road. We don't have any test subjects, so let's use this dog." Merlin placed the beagle on the test bench and sped away, still holding on to his last breath.
"Using dogs for experiments..." Gwen felt a little reluctant.
"Okay, it's dying. If we can revive it, it wouldn't be a big deal to help with the experiment." Merlin urged hurriedly. If they didn't make a regeneration potion, this guy would really be beyond help.
"Going to die?" Gwen seemed to realize the beagle's condition only at this moment. She originally thought that Merlin had captured it from somewhere.
After coming to her senses, she immediately turned on the equipment and began to make the regeneration potion according to the experimental data left by Professor Connors.
Merlin was paying close attention to the beagle's condition, but he was not a veterinarian and didn't have any good solution.
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Fortunately, Gwen was very fast and had the raw materials left by Connors. In half an hour, a tube of green regeneration potion was made.
The beagle was also very resilient and managed to hold on until the potion was finished.
After the potion was made, Merlin took it from Gwen without much hesitation and injected it into the beagle's body.
"It's almost dying. Will the regeneration potion still work?" Gwen couldn't help but feel pity as she looked at the dog with blood on the corner of its mouth.
"Who on earth was so cruel to it?"
"It depends. As long as the stem cell doesn't die before it divides and produces new cells, then it's fine."
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Under the two people's attention, the damaged cells in the beagle's body were dividing at an extremely fast rate, producing new cells to fill the damaged areas.
As new cells were produced, its weak breathing gradually calmed down.
"Have you ever had your animals sterilized?"
(End of this chapter)