With the rappelling down, a man dressed in a black robe, hooded, and carrying a quiver came to Merlin.

Women's Federation ADC, Eagle Eye.

"Kid, are you alright?" Clinton walked up to Merlin quickly and asked with concern.

As soon as Clinton arrived at the scene, he saw the lizardman running towards a high school student, and without thinking too much, he subconsciously hit the string and shoot.

Although it is a pity that the lizardman was not caught in the end, it is also comforting to be able to rescue the person.

"I'm fine, thank you!" Merlin smiled, but didn't explain much.

Clinton's eyes froze on the revolver at his waist for a split second, then turned to his countenance.

"Merlin Shaw." The identity of the other party immediately came to his mind.

The recent turmoil in Apple City has certainly caught the attention of S.H.I.E.L.D., and Fury has sent him and Natasha.

He's in charge of tracking down the Lizardmen, while Natasha is in charge of Hell's Kitchen Punisher and Plague Mystery.

And Merlin, a gifted high school student who has recently emerged, has of course come into their sights, and through investigation, it seems that he has some connection with the punisher of Hell's Kitchen.

After Fury asks them to meet, they can talk and invite according to the situation.

Although what the Punisher and the Mysteries did in Apple City had a great impact, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s investigation concluded that these people were talents who could cooperate or recruit them better.

Organizations such as the Occult Section and the Forpole often use threats and inducements to select some suitable criminals to cooperate.

Such an affordable and efficient method is a common practice in the Eagle Nation.

Clinton was about to open his mouth to get a closer look, but the sirens were already approaching, and police cars quickly surrounded the scene.

"Merlin!" George anxiously got out of the car, frightened to learn that Merlin was also on the scene and was being targeted by the lizardmen.

After making sure that Merlin was fine, he looked at Clint next to him, who was dressed in a mysterious manner.

"Who are you?" His brows furrowed, judging from the temperament of the other party, most of them were agents.

The people of Phopole?

"I'm Clint Francis Patton, a member of the Homeland Strategic Defensive Offensive and Logistics Support Agency."

"Territorial Strategy...... What for? George frowned at the long name, but just said a word, and then asked directly about the point.

"We're a special forces unit that specializes in bizarre events, and I can't reveal more of them." Clint took out his S.H.I.E.L.D. ID and handed it over.

George wandered between the identification and Clint's face for a moment, and then gave it back to him.

"Is there anything we can help with?"

"No, it's business as usual."

Clint retracted his papers and responded.

"Well, if you need anything, you can come to us." George didn't ask too much, but pulled Merlin over.

"You kid, don't run around lately!" He reached out and wrapped his arms around Merlin's neck and pulled him back into the car.

Clint looked at Merlin, who had been taken away and reprimanded, and opened his mouth, but after thinking about it, it was the lizardman that mattered most.

Looking at the sewer mouth on the side, he frowned slightly, but still climbed down.

On the roof of the building not far away, a black and white figure also quietly retreated.

…………

The next day, the Silent Children Club.

Merlin, dressed in casual clothes, stepped out of the car, looked up at the name engraved on the plaque and walked into the store.

As soon as he entered, his eyes lit up.

Rows of brand-new motorcycles and motorcycles line the store, and the graceful bodies reflect the striking metallic texture in the light.

Honda, Yamaha, BMW, Augusta, Harley-Davis...... The variety of brands of cars is overwhelming.

"Buzz!!" The throttle roared through the store, and a burly, bearded middle-aged man was sitting on a black Harley 883 for a test drive.

Merlin came a little early, and there was no one in the shop, so the bearded man who was testing the car soon saw him.

"Come buy accessories?" Jake recognized Merlin and asked as usual.

Usually Merlin would buy accessories from them, and because of his age, Jake was still familiar with him.

And he could feel that this kid really likes motorcycles, but unfortunately he doesn't like tough guy style.

"No, I'm here to buy a motorcycle." Merlin shook his head, then walked over to the Ducati area and looked at it.

"Buying a locomotive? Why? What happened to your Ducati? Hearing that he had come to buy a car, Jake was a little puzzled.

He knew that Merlin was also modified, and as long as it wasn't too serious, it could be repaired.

"I was smashed to pieces by a monster with a manhole cover, so I can't use it as a building block to put it back together." Merlin said helplessly.

"Monsters? Lizardmen? ”

"Yes!"

"Oh my God, that man on Sixth Avenue yesterday was you! I said how the car looks so familiar. Jacques, who reacted, exclaimed, and didn't even try the car.

"Tell me what it's like to get up close and personal with a lizardman?"

Merlin looked at the bearded man who rushed up and was a little speechless, "I'm here to buy a car, not to tell a story." ”

"There's no rush on this, you can talk about it while choosing." Jake said unconcernedly.

"What car are you going to buy this time?" Or Ducati? ”

"Well, but I don't need a brand new one, I'm going to buy it back and modify it."

Merlin thought that it was also a little dangerous to ride a motorcycle every day, so he thought about buying another dilapidated locomotive and changing it into a Tyrant MK2, flying land dual-use, and carrying deadlock missiles.

In this way, you can also deal with emergencies in the future.

"Retrofitting......" Jake muttered for a moment, then clapped his hands at the thought of something.

"Come with me, there was a Ducati 916 that I don't know who lost in my shop recently, and it did little good other than that the engine could start."

"I'm going to break it down in a few days."

He led Merlin to the door, where a worn, almost non-existent locomotive was placed in an inconspicuous place.

At first glance, it looks more like a scrapped car.

"Can this really still be started?" Looking at the rusty, crumbling locomotive that seemed to be falling apart in the next moment, Merlin was skeptical.

"Of course, I'll give you a kick-start." Jake twisted the key directly.

......At the moment of ignition, the locomotive engine made a tractor-like sound.

Merlin: "............"

"Buzz......" Soon, however, the crisp clatter died down and the engine gradually smoothed out.

"It can really start." Merlin was a little surprised.

Later, he took a closer look and found that the powertrain was fine, but the frame always felt like it was going to fall apart.

"That's it, how much does it cost?"

For some reason, when Merlin said he wanted to buy it, the front of the Ducati suddenly moved slightly.