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

A golden laser matrix was rapidly converging outside the porthole.

The Soverein drone's locking beam illuminated the entire cockpit in a stark white light, while countless red dots on the holographic screen rapidly closed in on each other.

Tony clenched his fists, and the makeshift drive he was holding at his waist emitted a dull hum.

An arrogant look appeared on his face, and he pressed his right hand directly on the core button.

"Jarvis, switch all reactor power to the drive, prepare for battle!"

Even if the Amadam Spirit Stone is still dormant, he is confident that he can use the new driver to deal with the drones outside.

"Get your iron hands off my ship!"

Rocket Raccoon sprang from the driver's seat and slapped Tony's wrist away.

He bared his teeth, his hair standing on end, and roared at Tony.

"Damn it, I didn't want to do it myself, but they're being so aggressive!"

Tony narrowed his eyes. "Enough talk, this shield's energy is running low. It's time for me to make my appearance!"

"You don't need to worry about it!"

In the half-second that the two were arguing, the Sovelin drone swarm outside the porthole opened fire simultaneously.

Hundreds of high-energy laser beams slammed into the spacecraft's outer energy shield.

The piercing alarm blared at its highest decibel level, and the shield value on the holographic screen plummeted below the red line at a visible speed.

Pepper gripped the seatbelt tightly, her face turning pale.

Star-Lord clutched his head and yelled, "Fuck fuck, we're doomed!"

Drax, his face flushed with excitement, brandished his dagger and yelled, "Charge! Fight them hand-to-hand!"

Gamora reacted quickly, kicking Drax back into his seat.

"It's a vacuum outside! What's the point of hand-to-hand combat!"

The entire cockpit was violently shaken and tilted, throwing everyone to pieces.

"Damn it!"

The rocket stepped onto the control panel, its claws gripping the control stick tightly.

He glanced at the protective case wrapped in black tape on his left, then ripped it open without a word, revealing a giant, bright red button inside.

"Open your eyes wide and watch carefully!"

The rocket grinned, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth.

"Let these golden-skinned monsters see what true firepower deficiency phobia is!"

Snapped!

His claws slammed down hard.

With a sickening metallic scraping sound, the streamlined hull of the new Milan flipped over with a bang.

The armor plates on the belly, wings, and even the sides of the engine nacelles all snapped open, revealing a heavily concealed arsenal of weapons.

High-frequency plasma emission matrix.

Chain of miniature missile launchers.

All the cannons simultaneously lit up with an ice-blue charging light, locking onto all enemy targets in the outside world.

This is no longer the Milan that was at the mercy of others and ran away with its tail between its legs!

This is a mobile war fortress that Rocket has handcrafted after incorporating Franky's legacy.

"Die, you son of a bitch!"

Rocket laughed wildly, pushing the fire output lever all the way down with both claws.

In an instant, all weapon arrays on the New Milan opened fire simultaneously.

Thousands upon thousands of azure energy projectiles and armor-piercing projectiles poured out in a fan shape, weaving together in space to form an absolute firepower network with no blind spots.

The dozens of Sovelin drones directly in front of them didn't even have time to make any evasive maneuvers before they were torn apart into dazzling fireballs amidst a barrage of bullets.

A series of explosions silently erupted in the vacuum, with orange-red orbs of light expanding and then extinguishing one after another.

The Gatling gun's rotating barrel was glowing red-hot, the plasma matrix's firing frequency had exceeded the design limit, and the missile pod was spitting out twelve miniature guided warheads per second.

Within three seconds, a vacuum zone was blasted open directly in front of the encirclement.

Within five seconds, the left-wing formation was engulfed by a chain of explosions.

Within eight seconds, the vanguard of the entire Sovelin fleet was wiped out.

The cockpit was completely silent.

Drax nearly slammed his jaw to the ground, and Star-Lord's Elemental Gun fell to the deck with a thud.

Gamora's lips parted slightly, but she didn't say anything.

Pepper stared wide-eyed at the dense wreckage of the explosion outside the window, her expression shifting between shock and absurdity.

Everyone was stunned into a mental breakdown by this unreasonable barrage of firepower.

Young Groot peeked out from the corner and whispered, "I'm Groot?"

Amidst the stunned gazes of the crowd, Tony watched the series of explosions outside the window, stroking his chin with a playful look in his eyes.

"Using all the life support space in the living quarters to stuff weapons? The gravity distribution of this spaceship is a disaster."

"However, I really like this kind of violent aesthetic. If we can use artillery to bombard the ground, why waste words with them?!"

He raised an eyebrow and commented with a half-smile.

"Stark, you've finally said something sensible."

Rocket snorted smugly and wagged its fluffy tail.

"I built this weapon system from scratch using advanced modification technology, and I personally welded the heat dissipation grooves for every cannon barrel."

The rocket patted the control panel, its face beaming with pride.

Under the cover of fierce firepower, the New Milan managed to blast a vacuum corridor out of the impenetrable encirclement.

The thrusters spewed out extreme exhaust flames, and the spacecraft leaped into the space jump point.

The starlight outside the window stretched into elongated lines, and the violent jolts finally subsided.

The entire spaceship was silent for a few seconds.

Then everyone breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

"Hahaha! Well done, Rockets!"

Star-Lord collapsed to the ground, raising his hands in a victory sign.

Nebula, who had been observing coldly from the sidelines, leaned against the bulkhead, her mechanical arms crossed over her chest.

Don't get too excited yet.

Her voice was icy, sweeping over everyone present.

"You've done something terrible. The Sovelin tribe doesn't rely on normal reproduction; their offspring will only get stronger with each generation."

"As far as I know, High Priestess Ayesha is conceiving an absolutely perfect holy child."

Nebula tilted her head, and her mechanical eyeballs emitted a ghostly blue light.

"Once that monster awakens, no one in the entire galaxy will be able to save you."

These words caused everyone who had just breathed a sigh of relief to tense up again.

"Hey, we're in this together! Aren't we?"

Star-Lord sat up straight, his smile frozen on his face.

Gamora gripped the hilt of the Godslayer Blade at her waist.

"Wow, that's scary."

However, Rocket Raccoon showed no panic whatsoever. Instead, he picked at his ear and jumped out of the driver's seat nonchalantly.

"Doesn't that mean those golden-skinned idiots are too busy babysitting and raising their kids to bother with us?"

Rocket grinned, revealing a nonchalant expression.

His eyes darted around.

"In that case, how about we sneak back in a couple of days and steal a few more high-end batteries?"

Gamora's veins bulged on the back of her hand; she almost drew her sword to chop down this troublemaker.

"Did they remove your common sense along with your brain when they modified it?"

"What did you say?!"

The rocket exploded.

"That's enough!"

Star-Lord suddenly stood up.

He ignored Nebula's warning and paid no attention to Rocket and Gamora's argument.

He strode to the workbench and grabbed all the high-dimensional energy batteries that were emitting a blinding white light and pulled them into his arms.

Then he turned around and stared intently at the colorful gashapon machine behind Li Ang.

The entire cockpit fell silent.

"Who cares if he's a holy son or a monster!"

Star-Lord's eyes lit up as he shoved the batteries he was carrying next to the gashapon machine.

"I'm fed up with being chased by these flies every day!"

He wiped his face and turned to Li Ang.

"Boss Li! All these high-purity batteries are yours! I want to try my luck at the gashapon machine!"

"The highest grade kind!"