Tony Stark, invitation code.  

While a few people were talking, it also attracted the attention of Tony and others nearby.

"You guys chat first, I have something to do." Seeing Merlin, Hammer no longer shamelessly pestered Tony and quickly went in the direction of Merlin and the others.

On the way, he took a glass of wine from the waiter, and then skillfully left some tips. After a series of smooth movements, he came in front of several people with a glass of wine in his hand with an enthusiastic look on his face.

"Hi! Mayor Christian, Mr. Fisk, Sheriff George, and... our future scientist Merlin."

"Hello, Mr. Hammer." Merlin responded politely.

He had a pretty good impression of Hammer, who was one of the more interesting types.

"What have you been thinking about recently? Our Hammer Industries is definitely your best choice. We have the best team and resources. Your talents can only be brought into full play here."

Well... although he's funny and thick-skinned enough, sometimes what he says is a little inappropriate.

"Well...you should ask our Sheriff George." Merlin curled up the corners of his mouth and smiled, then tilted his head to signal George next to him.

The elders were right next to him, and what he did was a bit overstepping the mark.

Although many parents in the United States will not interfere too much in their children's choices, children are young after all, and some things still need to be taken care of by their elders.

There are many people in this city who have been fooled by their dreams.

Contracts can be used to make people keep their promises, but they can also be used as a tool to restrict talent.

...

"Ah, sorry, this kid's talent is so amazing that I'm a little... uh... impatient." Hammer seemed to know that he was a little anxious, and smiled apologetically at George.

Not long after Hammer joined the conversation, Tony and others also joined in.

After everyone exchanged greetings for a while, Mayor Christian started talking about business.

"I saw the miniature electromagnetic pulse transmitter that Merlin exhibited at the technology exhibition. I think this kind of weapon is very suitable for being installed in the police station."

"Recently, the crime rate in the city has been increasing, and traffic problems are becoming more and more serious. Many criminals even deliberately provoke the police, using their superb driving skills to walk the police like dogs. This is a humiliation."

"But the police can't know everything, so they can only sit there and accept this humiliation."

"And when I was worried, the science and technology exhibition at Midtown High School gave me a big surprise."

"With the electromagnetic pulse transmitter, I believe this situation can be resolved quickly and it will make the work of the police more convenient."

After a long speech, Mayor Christian looked at Merlin with a smile and then got to the point.

"And one of the things I invited everyone to come here for this time is this."

"I plan to equip every police force in Apple City with one, but you'll need to ask our protagonist about the order."

With Sheriff George around, he doesn't have to worry too much about these things, he just needs to express his stance.

The eyes of Obadai and others immediately focused on Merlin and George.

Many of these companies are arms companies, but police project orders also bring considerable profits.

Although the number of orders for miniature electromagnetic pulse transmitters is not large compared to those used in wars, as high-tech products, the unit price is not low.

And you can also earn a certain amount of reputation.

...

In the end, George was surrounded by Obaday, Hammer and others. After Merlin said that he would listen to George, he left them and went to find food.

As his intelligence increased, his body's consumption also accelerated. Coupled with the fact that he absorbed too much knowledge, his stomach began to complain.

"Kid, would you like some juice?" Just as Merlin was walking around the dining table looking for his favorite food, a figure suddenly came over.

"No, thank you. My stomach needs more food." Merlin responded without turning his head.

"So do you like playing games? I think you must be playing the game of Morality and Law. I've seen your micro electromagnetic pulse gun and atomic energy gun, and they are almost exactly the same as in the game."

Hearing this, Merlin cut a piece of ham, put it on the plate and turned away.

"Oh, Mr. Stark." Looking at the middle-aged man with a sexy mustache, some dark circles under his eyes and arrogance behind him, he greeted him in surprise.

"Are you playing this game too?"

"No, I just downloaded it and haven't had time to play it yet. How is your game?" Tony looked at the child in front of him who was eating ham in big mouthfuls, and put away his arrogance and sarcasm.

He is generally quite tolerant towards children.

"Very good! The technology of the electromagnetic pulse transmitter and atomic energy gun that I developed was inspired by this. There are very few games on the market that can compare with it."

"Especially the diverse gameplay and freedom in the game, as well as the thought-provoking storyline..."

When it comes to games, Merlin becomes excited.

Stark did not interrupt and listened quietly for a while. After the other party stopped, he asked, "Do you know what happened in Brooklyn last night?"

"certainly."

"Then what do you think of the game vehicles that appeared during this period? Does this game have an offline mode? Does anyone provide players with weapons and vehicles?" He stared at Merlin, trying to see something in the other's eyes.

This was the rough conclusion he had drawn after collecting data all day, but it was still unclear.

He speculated that this might be something similar to the Onion website.

However, so far, too little information has been revealed to determine the other party's purpose.

But some of the technologies contained in it aroused his great interest.

The only person related to this, apart from the two people from yesterday, is Merlin in front of him.

"Offline..." Merlin scratched his head, thought for a moment and nodded, "The game is indeed developing an offline mode recently, and has started recruiting players."

"It really exists!" Stark's eyes lit up. He didn't expect it to really exist. Then he asked, "Then how do you become a player?"

Merlin looked around cautiously, then leaned over and whispered, "It depends on your luck. It could be okay if someone invites you."

"I have an invitation code in my hand, do you want it?"

Merlin only plans to select a batch of players, and then proceed according to the invitation code model, so that they can choose their own team.

"How much?"

"Uh, no money is needed. I am a technical worker in the game, and my research funds are all provided by the game. There is no need for me to ask for an invitation code."

"I'll tell you a string of numbers, and you just need to remember them."

"RG003."

"Add your identity information and you can enter this string of numbers into any computer."

"Technical job?" Stark easily memorized the string of numbers, and was a little surprised at what Merlin had just said.

(End of this chapter)