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

"The Mutant Universe?"

Li Ang glanced at the system notification and casually picked up his teacup.

"Sounds like a big deal. The X-Men and Magneto are definitely a group that doesn't skimp on money."

"However, no one in the central courtyard has the money to draw gashapon tickets yet, so it'll probably take a while before we can get the 50 million value points for the upgrade!"

……

Time flies, and a month later...

Upstate New York, the new headquarters of the Avengers.

On the spacious tarmac, Halikina stood with one hand in his pocket.

He wasn't wearing armor, but a custom-made suit, and was directing several Stark Industries engineering robots to move heavy equipment.

"Hurry up! Place that centrifuge gently!"

Harry turned to look at Coulson, who was standing next to him.

"Agent Coulson, the power supply lines to the new base have all been connected to the Arc Reactor network."

"Stark Industries is fully sponsoring this project. From now on, you remnants of S.H.I.E.L.D. can focus on logistics here."

"Salaries are settled monthly, and there will be no delays."

Coulson wiped the sweat from his brow, looking helplessly at the thick stack of handover lists in his hand.

Former S.H.I.E.L.D. agents are now all working for the Avengers.

Lobby rest area.

Nick Fury's bald head gleamed under the holographic projection lights.

He rested his hands on the table, looking at Wanda and Pietro sitting opposite him.

"The Avengers need fresh blood like you."

Fury began his classic rhetoric,

"Not only will you have free room and board, but S.H.I.E.L.D. will also provide you with the most professional tactical guidance."

"Generous base salary, enjoy top-tier agent benefits."

Wanda sat on the sofa, playing with Clow Cards in her hand.

She tossed her dark red hair, a mocking smile spreading across her face.

"Director Fury, your S.H.I.E.L.D.'s Tri-Wing building has been turned into landfill debris. Where do you get the nerve to talk about top-tier treatment?"

Wanda flicked her finger, and the card flipped at her fingertip.

"My brother and I prefer our freedom; we're happier being bounty hunters."

"The CIA's bounty for capturing a high-ranking Hydra executive is more than your annual salary."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a blue-green afterimage frantically darted through the hall.

Pietro swept all the documents off Fury's desk. He stopped next to Wanda, holding a can of energy drink he'd somehow acquired.

"Old black man, save your breath!"

"We're superheroes now, we're not going to be someone else's employee!"

Fury's face turned ashen, his one eye wide open.

He stared at the stubborn twins, unable to utter a single word.

At the same time, in the gashapon (capsule toy) shops in Queens.

Li Ang sat behind the counter, his fingers frantically tapping on the calculator.

"One, ten, one hundred, and you're only worth three million a month?!"

He looked at the pitiful sales figures on the screen and sighed deeply.

For the past month or so, the gashapon shop has been practically deserted.

the reason is simple.

The superheroes in Midgard have all lost their fighting power.

Steve can transform into Ultraman Tiga, who is over 50 meters tall; Banner can tear off his clothes and chant "Great Heavenly Dragon" at the drop of a hat; and Vision, a Frankenstein's monster who can punch through the continent, patrols the sky every day.

The villains who were originally hiding in the shadows were all terrified.

The remnants of the Ten Commandments bought standing-room-only tickets overnight to escape back to their lair and live in seclusion, while Hydra undercover agents lined up to turn themselves in, fearing that if they were a step too late, they would be blasted into dust by the beam of light falling from the sky.

Without villains causing trouble, the superheroes have no sense of crisis.

Without a sense of crisis, who would spend a lot of money to buy gacha in the gashapon shop?

"The market in the central courtyard is completely saturated." Li Ang stood up and patted the sunflower seed shells off his clothes.

"Looks like I need to go out into space to find new clients and organize some rural outreach programs."

Li Ang made a single gesture in mid-air.

The portal opened, revealing a vast and boundless universe behind it.

Li Ang took a step forward.

Boom!

He had just regained his footing when a violent feeling of weightlessness washed over him.

The entire spaceship was undergoing an extremely frantic, death-defying tumble.

The red warning lights flashed wildly, and the piercing alarm sounded almost piercing eardrums.

"Damn it! The port thruster is damaged! We're going to break apart!"

Rocket Raccoon stood in the driver's seat, gripping the control stick tightly with both hands, and yelling and cursing at the top of his lungs.

"Tony Stark! Is your brain filled with nothing but waste engine oil?!"

As the rocket dodged the dense laser beams behind it, it turned back and roared.

"Why did you have to steal those high-end energy batteries they treasured!"

"Now look what's happened! The entire Sovereign fleet is chasing us!"

Behind the cockpit, Tony Stark wasn't even wearing armor, just a flashy beach shirt.

He frantically typed on a keyboard at a makeshift workbench.

Next to the workbench, there are several rows of energy batteries emitting high-purity white light.

"Watch your words, raccoon."

Tony was holding a welding torch, sparks flying everywhere.

"This isn't called stealing; it's called reasonable risk compensation."

Pepper sat in the passenger seat next to him, her hands gripping the seatbelt tightly, her face ashen.

"Tony! High Priestess Ayesha explicitly stated that it was their sacred object!"

"That's because they were the ones who lacked martial ethics first!"

Tony threw down his welding torch and pointed at the swarm of golden drones outside the cabin.

"If it weren't for their intervention when we were facing Star-Lord's father, my drive wouldn't have been forced into hibernation!"

"I'm really annoyed that they have to pay a price and then arrogantly tell me they forgive us!"

Tony curled his lip, his face full of disdain.

"Consider these few broken batteries as interest!"

Star-Lord Peter Quill climbed up from the bottom of the ship's cabin, holding two elemental guns in his hands.

"Dude! The interest rate is way too high! There are at least several hundred Sovereign drones outside!"

"So you're not sad that we're not using your spaceship? This new Milan is a new spaceship we worked so hard to scrape together the money for!"

Drax brandished two daggers, shouting excitedly from the side.

"Let them come! I'm going to cut off the heads of those golden-skinned men!"

Gamora slapped Drax on the back of the head.

"Shut up! Those are all remotely controlled drones! They don't have any pilots!"

Just when things were in complete chaos...

"Looks like I've arrived just in time; this ship is certainly lively."

Li Ang's leisurely voice rang out in the cockpit, sounding extremely out of place amidst the hail of bullets.

Everyone turned their heads at the same time.

"Leon?!" Star-Lord exclaimed in surprise, "What are you doing here all of a sudden?"

Tony's eyes lit up, and he pushed aside the clutter on the workbench, striding over to Li Ang.

He completely ignored the spaceship's violent turbulence.

"Oh! Look who's here! Our Central Court's greatest miracle wholesaler!"

Tony, in an extremely familiar manner, hooked his arm around Li Ang's shoulder and pointed to the rows of advanced energy batteries on the worktable.

"Boss Li, you've come at the perfect time! Look at all these good things."

Tony rubbed his hands together, his eyes shining.

"The high-dimensional energy contained in these batteries definitely meets your standards! That golden-skinned woman treats them like royalty."

Li Ang glanced at the batteries and raised an eyebrow.

Sovelin's energy cell is indeed a good thing, with extremely high energy purity.

"It's barely adequate for drawing high-end gacha pulls, but your current situation isn't so good."

Li Ang pointed out the window.

Hundreds of golden drones have completed the encirclement.

The blinding laser matrix is ​​charging.

"What kind of crisis is this?"

Tony sneered and patted his waist.

There, a uniquely designed driver was worn.

"Although the Amadam Spirit Stone is still in a dormant period because it devoured that celestial core."

"But I used my free time these past few days to rewrite a temporary version of the driver by hand."

Tony tapped the belt.

"More than enough to deal with those remote-controlled toys outside."

But then he changed the subject, staring intently at Li Ang.

"But I'm not interested in hitting those metal sheets right now, hurry up and bring out your new gashapon machine!"

Tony pointed to the batteries on the table.

"These are all yours! I want to try my luck with the premium gacha!"

"Let me see what amazing things the new gashapon will yield!"

Pepper covered her forehead, looking utterly devastated.

"Tony! The spaceship's shields are about to break! And you're still thinking about pulling gashapon cards?"

Rocket Raccoon also yelled in a panic.

"Damn rich kid from the Central Court! If you don't make a move soon, we'll all turn into cosmic dust!"