Strange Ducati Motorcycle

Merlin and the other man were talking about the price, but they didn't care.

"No, I don't need your money. Since you plan to modify it yourself, you will definitely have to buy a lot of accessories from me. This one will be a gift."

Anyway, he didn't know who threw the car to him, and he was planning to scrap it.

Since Merlin wanted it, he felt embarrassed to charge him.

After all, the profit from the accessories purchased from him is already very high.

If we want to make major modifications to this motorcycle this time, it will cost almost half the price of the whole motorcycle.

"Okay, let's go to the old place. I'll send you the parts list after I finish the inspection." Merlin nodded and left the Sons of Silence Club.

"Wait a minute... you haven't told me about the lizard man yesterday?" Jacques stretched out his hand, looked at Merlin's disappearing back, and could only return to the store with regret.

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The platform in Hell's Kitchen is gradually getting back on track, and it's been a busy time recently.

After the failure of yesterday's plan, Peter and Professor Connors will definitely speed up their plans. I have to follow up quickly and try to recruit some players before Peter and his team start their plan. I have to find a way to organize a large-scale mission in Apple City.

After returning to the modification shop, Merlin retrieved the technical data and drawings of the Tyrant MK2, drew out the structure of the Ducati 916, and began to adjust the modification plan.

"Look and see her eyes, they glow..." Just as he was specifying the modification plan, the cell phone rang suddenly.

When Merlin saw the caller, he immediately looked like he had a headache.

The phone kept ringing, and it seemed like it would not stop until he answered it.

Helplessly, he could only press the connect button.

"Merlin!!! You went to your modification shop again, didn't you? What did I tell you yesterday? You should try not to go out until the Lizard Man is caught."

As soon as the call was connected, a loud roar came from the other side.

Merlin gasped and quickly moved the phone away from his ear.

He waited until George's tone on the other side gradually calmed down before he put the phone to his ear again.

"You know, my motorcycle was smashed to pieces yesterday. My motorcycle is my soul! I can't live without it."

"So, I just came out to buy a motorcycle today."

He explained in a serious tone.

"What bike do you want? I can buy it for you, you don't have to run out."

"Forget it, I won't bother you anymore. I'm sure you don't have time." Merlin said firmly.

George: "..."

Well, he really didn't have time.

"Go home as soon as possible today. I don't know how that lizard man targeted you, but your current situation is very dangerous. Try not to stay outside and keep your cell phone connected at all times." George knew that the motorcycle was very important to the child, and in the end he could only give a few worried instructions.

"Let's wait and see..." Merlin said, and quickly hung up the phone.

If he was lucky, he might be able to pull an all-nighter tonight.

George in the police station sighed helplessly as he looked at the hung up call in his hand, and the office door was suddenly opened.

"Sheriff George, there's news about Spider-Man and the Lizard Man."

"Let's go!" George immediately stood up and followed him out.

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After the modification plan was finalized, Merlin sent over the list of parts.

Not long after it was sent, Jack sent the bike and accessories together.

After unloading the motorcycle and all the accessories from the pickup truck into the workshop, Merlin stood next to the Ducati motorcycle, pinched his chin and thought for a while, then walked to the front of the motorcycle and wiped the dirt off the surface with his fingers.

I don't know how long it has been abandoned. The bike shell and many parts have become rusty, and many parts are missing.

Looking at the dirt he wiped off with his fingers, he clapped his hands.

"Let's get started!"

He first picked up the water gun, moistened the surface, then added some foam and started rinsing.

After being washed several times with a high-pressure water gun, the locomotive still looked shabby, but the surface looked much cleaner and fresher.

And some pink paint base is revealed between the black and red rust.

After rinsing, Merlin began to dismantle, and then polished every part carefully.

This is a project that tests one's patience, but Merlin enjoys the process of the parts gradually becoming brand new in his hands.

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Time passed unknowingly and it was evening. After Merlin's repeated cleaning and polishing, and the replacement and installation of many electrical parts, and after the final red and white paint job, the tattered Ducati that was about to be scrapped on the workstation was gone, replaced by a brand new Ducati 916 painted red and white.

The bright paint reflects the luster under the light, showing the graceful curves of the car body. The worn-out tires are replaced with matte black tires, like a hot beauty lying on the ground with her butt raised.

"Hot beauty?" Merlin scratched his head. Why did he feel this way? Was it because he had been single for too long?

He shook his head and checked the motorcycle. As long as there were no problems, he planned to modify it with atomic engines and deadlock missiles.

Fortunately, when Jin Bing purchased weapons a few days ago, he gave away rare atomic industrial raw materials such as plutonium, so there is no need to worry about the production of atomic engines.

"Huh?" At this time, Merlin seemed to have discovered something. He stopped in front of the car, then squatted down and looked at the two protruding headlights.

There is some red paint on it, which must have accidentally drifted onto it when spraying paint just now.

Although protection is done before painting, there will usually be more paint spots after the protection is removed.

Merlin picked up the rag and tried to wipe it twice. When he found it was useless, he sprayed some rosin water and wiped it carefully again.

"Pop, pop, pop..." The rag and the surface of the headlight made a series of slipping sounds due to the friction between the rosin water.

After wiping vigorously twice, Merlin moved the rag away.

But when he saw the situation of the headlights, he was stunned.

"What the hell!" There was a red glow on the car lights, like diluted red paint spreading out.

But it was just a little bit of red paint, how could it spread so much?

He was a little confused and tried to wipe it twice with the rag again. When he found that it didn't work, he wiped it with his hand.

Merlin slid his fingers down the wet and smooth headlight, and looked at them, only to find that they were not stained with red paint.

He tried rubbing the headlight again to see if he could get some off.

"Buzz! Buzz!!" However, just as he was about to retract his fingers to check them after rubbing, the motorcycle's engine suddenly roared, and the body and exhaust pipe began to tremble.

Merlin: "???"

"Have you lighted the fire?"

Thinking that there might be a problem with the ignition relay or wiring in the car, he stood up, put the problem of the headlights aside for the time being, and prepared to check it out.

(Guys i don't know in this chapter there is a car or bike )

(End of this chapter)