"Neutered?" Gwen was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and then looked at the beagle on the experimental table with a strange expression.
"Although I haven't done it before, as long as the bleeding is stopped the moment it is cut off," she added, trying to sound confident.
The beagle on the test bench shook unconsciously, whether it was due to genetic regeneration or because it felt some inexplicable malice.
"Then come on. After neutering, it will save it from peeing and screaming in the laboratory," Merlin said, shifting his body.
"Do you really want to neuter it? Does its owner know?" Gwen picked up the anesthetic needle and scalpel, walking over excitedly, but still asked uncertainly.
"We are doing this for the dog's health, no problem," Merlin waved his hand nonchalantly.
Hearing this, Gwen did not continue to ask questions. She first anesthetized the beagle and then began to prepare items for disinfection. Although the beagle's body had been injected with a regeneration agent, there was still uncertainty about whether the wound would heal properly after the procedure.
The next morning, in Brooklyn.
"Hiss..." John, lying on the cold floor, held his head covered in blood and took a breath of cold air before slowly sitting up. As if recalling something, he immediately stood up staggeringly and looked around the living room but did not see his pet dog.
He knelt down and put some blood on his finger. This was the blood of his pet dog. Thinking of the scene he saw last night in a daze, his beagle was beaten to the ground by several gangsters with baseball bats and was thrown provocatively in front of him. The long-term comfort had made him forget the sense of crisis, and he was actually sneaked into his home by a few gangsters. The reason for the dispute was because the other party took a fancy to his Ford Mustang.
John immediately stood up and walked out of the living room, looking around his villa, but still found no body of his pet dog. Looking at the broken door and empty garage, he frowned.
"Buzz buzz..." Suddenly, the phone in his bag vibrated twice.
He took out his phone and checked it, but when he saw the message, he squinted his eyes in confusion.
"R Star..." It was a software push message. But his phone had never downloaded this software.
"What happened last night?" He returned to the sofa in the living room with a headache and sat down. What happened last night seemed not that simple. He tried to think back for a while, but apart from the incident of those Russian gangsters breaking into his house, he had no other recollection.
In the end, he turned his attention to the sudden appearance of the app on his phone. After he fell into a coma last night, it might have something to do with it. He clicked on the app, and before he had time to look at the software page, the message that popped up at the top suddenly shocked him.
[Merlin's Beard: Destroy the Russian Gang.
[Remuneration: one million]
[The Russian gang is doing a lot of evil in Brooklyn... Well, their young man actually tried to hit me with his car yesterday, so I think their gang doesn't need to exist anymore.]
[By the way, your poor dog has been rescued by me and was neutered by the way. Remember to get the money...]
[Oh my God, this is such a big favor.]
There is also an address below the row of words, which is Merlin's Modification Shop in Hell's Kitchen.
Hearing that his beloved dog was still alive, John was excited for a moment. After his wife died, what he cared about most was the beagle she left behind. This was the only reminder of his wife for him. After calming down a little, he first cleaned the wound on his head, then broke open the dusty underground weapon box, grabbed some weapons for self-defense, and then went to Merlin's Modification Shop.
Hell's Kitchen, Merlin's Tuning Shop.
Looking at the closed rolling shutter door of the shop and the "closed" sign hanging next to it, John was silent for a moment, then walked to the small side door and knocked on it.
"Knock, knock, knock..." The sound echoed as John took a few steps back, his hand quietly touching the handle of his pistol, ready to respond to any emergency.
"Woof woof woof!!!" Suddenly, a familiar dog barking sounded from inside.
"It's his dog!"
"Duke! Is that you? Great, you are really alive." Hearing the barking, John responded excitedly, his nervousness easing.
"Ah... it's so noisy, I just fell asleep," a childish boy's voice and footsteps approached, and the small door quickly opened.
John froze for a moment, seeing the overly young boy in front of him, but did not relax his vigilance. He looked past the boy to the dog in the room, kept in a cage, barking excitedly.
"Come in first."
John looked at the unsuspecting Merlin, then at his pet dog, and entered the room.
"Didn't you bring a gift?" Merlin, sitting on the sofa, looked as if he had just woken up, his hair messy and eyes sleepy.
John felt a bit embarrassed, as it seemed inappropriate to come empty-handed when the other party had rescued his dog. However, his embarrassment was fleeting; his priority was understanding the current situation and Merlin's purpose.
"Who are you?"
"Merlin Shaw, the owner of this store. I stopped by your house last night and rescued your dog."
"However, the regeneration agent injected into its body has some side effects, and it needs to be observed for a few days."
John thought for a moment but couldn't recall any interaction with the person in front of him. Worry crept in when he heard about the side effects of the medicine and quickly approached his dog.
The beagle, extremely excited upon seeing its owner, jumped in the cage, causing loud clattering noises as the cage shook violently, nearly collapsing. John was shocked to see his dog had become much stronger, its fur faintly glowing green, and its claws and teeth now resembling those of lion.
Upon closer inspection, John saw that Duke had become much more ferocious, as if he had undergone some genetic modification. However, the dog's affection for him remained unchanged.
"What's wrong with Duke?" John asked, noticing Merlin didn't seem ill-intentioned and relaxing slightly.
"You know the Lizard Man causing trouble recently? Your dog was injected with the same regeneration serum as him. Otherwise, you'd be looking at its small tombstone now."
"Lizard Man, regeneration serum..." John muttered, recalling the news from Apple City.
"Don't forget to bring the money. That regeneration serum isn't cheap," Merlin added.
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