He was selling gashapon toys in Marvel Studios, and at the beginning, Tony turned into Kuuga.

"Knocked Hulk out of the water with one punch?"

Frank frowned; he knew very well how tough that big green guy was.

"Moreover, it can also control other intelligent systems."

Harry pointed desperately to the empty warehouse.

"It took away all the Steel Legion, and also the remaining vibranium atoms from the Regeneration Cradle..."

"It says it will evolve before it destroys humanity."

"It wants to create a perfect body for itself."

A deathly silence fell over the laboratory.

Only the buzzing sound of electricity echoed.

An artificial intelligence possessing the potential of a Super Saiyan, the strength of the Hulk, the resilience of the Extremis virus, as well as the intelligence of the Mind Stone and the data of the entire network.

This is truly an ultimate Frankenstein's monster, stacked with buffs.

"Thor and Barton went after them..." Harry said, his head bowed and his voice weak, "but I don't think... they can beat Ultron either."

Steve took a deep breath and picked up the shield from the ground.

His eyes regained their firmness, a determination born of his role as captain.

"Frank," Steve said, looking at the Punisher, "we need to call a truce."

"nonsense."

Frank snorted coldly, and the black light virus surged around his body, forming a ferocious bio-armor on his skin.

"Kill that bastard first, then I'll settle accounts with you when I get back."

The two of them looked at Li Ang, who was sitting in a chair drinking coffee.

"Mr. Leon," Steve said earnestly, "we need your help, if you can..."

"Stop, I'm a businesswoman, not a nanny."

Li Ang raised his hand to interrupt Steve's spellcasting.

"Moreover, the one who tied the knot must untie it."

He stood up, brushed off non-existent dust from his trousers, and gazed at the deep starry sky.

"This monster has Banner's blood flowing through its veins and uses the code of the Mind Scepter."

"If Banner and this little guy don't face their own creations, they'll never learn what awe is."

Li Ang's face still wore an expression that seemed to thrive on chaos.

"Besides, don't you find the current situation quite amusing?"

"The strongest Avengers on this planet have created a world-destroying demon, and one of the people who can solve the problem..."

Li Ang pointed to the ceiling, where a few twinkling stars could be faintly seen.

"I'm dancing with a bunch of idiots in outer space."

……

Meanwhile, on the distant planet Igor.

"Achoo!"

Tony, who was about to show Ego his latest anti-god armor design, suddenly sneezed.

"Sir, a slight fluctuation in your heart rate has been detected."

Jarvis kindly reminded him.

"It's nothing, I'm probably just allergic to the flowers here."

Tony rubbed his nose, looking completely unconcerned.

"Or maybe Happy is talking about me, after all, I left the company to him for so long."

He turned to look at Ego, who was explaining the history of the Celestials to Star-Lord with a kind expression, and a glint of light flashed in his eyes.

"Jarvis, are you ready?"

"When that old bastard shows his true colors, we'll give him a big one."

"Always be prepared, sir."

Tony had no idea that just as he was rubbing his hands together, preparing to show off in front of the aliens...

His hometown has been looted so badly that not even his underwear is left.

Even his prized Iron Legion has been renamed "Austria".

……

A massive, abandoned salvage site off the coast of South Africa.

Ulysses sat behind a desk that was even worn and patinaed, toying with a few hard candies in his hand.

The light in front of him flickered, and the electrical current crackled.

"Boss, those two have been brought."

The subordinates reported the incident with trepidation.

From the shadows, Scarlet Witch Wanda and Quicksilver Pietro emerged.

Neither of them looked relaxed, especially Wanda, whose fingertips were constantly surrounded by a faint crimson energy, and whose eyes were fixed on Crow warily.

"Baron Strucker's private collection."

Crow grinned, revealing a set of yellow teeth, and popped a piece of candy into his mouth, chewing it with a loud crunch.

"What, that old man's dead, and you're already in such a hurry to find a new owner?"

"We're not here to look for jobs."

Pietro responded coolly, his body tense, ready to go overspeed at any moment.

"We're here to discuss business."

A deep voice came from the darkness behind the two.

dong dong dong.

The footsteps were heavy, and with each step, the puddles on the ground trembled slightly.

A tall figure slowly emerged from the shadows.

Crow squinted and tilted his head forward, trying to make out who it was.

The next second, his chewing motion stopped.

It was neither a person nor a pure machine.

This is a steel shell nearly three meters tall, but the joints that should have only had cold, hard wires are now wrapped with biological tissue that resembles muscle fibers.

These tissues wriggle and contract like living things, connecting to the vibranium skeleton.

What's most unsettling is that the reactor in the chest of this body is not a ghostly blue, but burns with a dazzling golden flame.

The light flowed along vein-like lines throughout his body, making him look like a live volcano about to erupt.

Ultron.

He lowered his head slightly, and in his electronic eyes, there were human-like pupils contracting.

"Vibranium," Ultron said, his voice crackling with static from his microphone. "I've heard you're an expert in this field."

Crow swallowed the sugar water in his mouth, the surprise in his eyes vanishing in an instant.

"Experts? No, I'm a monopolist."

Klaue stood up, casually picked up a piece of candy from the table, and handed it to Ultron.

"Want one? Although I'm not sure if you have a mouth."

Ultron didn't take it; he just watched him quietly.

The golden energy pulsed slightly on his body, and the surrounding air distorted due to the high temperature.

"Okay, you boring tin man."

Crow shrugged and withdrew his hand.

"I have what you need, but the price... will have to be calculated according to the current market price."

"After all, with S.H.I.E.L.D. gone, my risk costs have skyrocketed."

Money is not a problem.

Ultron raised his hand, and the lines on his palm lit up.

drop.

The computer on Crow's desk lit up, and a string of astronomical sums of money scrolled across the screen.

"Billions of dollars can be transferred to your account in seconds."

Ultron withdrew his hand, looking at his metal palm with a morbid obsession in his voice.

"Finance, the internet, data... these are as easy for me as breathing."

"But I'm tired of all this virtual stuff now."

He clenched his fist tightly, the muscle fibers in his arm bulging and making a slapping sound.

"I want a physical form, I want to evolve."

Crow whistled, staring at the numbers in the account, his eyes practically overflowing with greed.

He turned and walked to the vault behind him, entered the password, and the heavy lead door slowly opened.

One by one, cylindrical storage tanks were pushed out, filled with primal vibranium that emitted a faint blue light.

"This is the little cutie you wanted."

Crow patted the jar.

"Buying these stones for billions is a bit pricey, but they look like something Stark made."

"This amount of money is just a piece of paper to you."