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

"Stand User, Sexy Pistol"

Li Ang's voice echoed across the desolate, gravelly beach.

Star-Lord held the revolver, looked down at the six chattering little bullet figures, and was completely exasperated.

"Wait a minute," Star-Lord interrupted, raising his hand. "What did you call this?"

"Sexy Pistol"

"Can you change your name?"

"cannot."

Star-Lord exhaled a breath of stale air, then closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down.

Six tiny bullet figures are currently holding a meeting on the barrel of a revolver.

The number one, wearing a beret, was clearly the leader, and was lecturing the other five with his hands on his hips.

"Listen up, everyone! We've been assigned a master who looks very poor!"

"Poor!" the other five exclaimed in unison.

"My owner has terrible taste in clothes!"

"Difference!"

"But it's okay! As long as he gives us good food, we can consider working, even if it's just tolerable!"

Star-Lord's temples throbbed.

"I don't care what your names are, or what you look like."

Star-Lord gripped his revolver tightly and pointed at the weathered rock pillar in the distance.

"Let me see its power first!"

Berets One tilted their heads and glanced at the rock pillar, then curled their lips in disdain.

Then, the little bullet figures crawled into the chamber.

"Alright, alright, let's give the new owner some face."

Star-Lord spun the revolver in his hand, gently sliding the cylinder, producing a crisp mechanical clanging sound.

Raise your hand to aim, hold your breath and concentrate, then pull the trigger.

boom!

The brass-colored bullet was fired, leaving a bronze trail as it flew toward the rock pillar.

high speed.

The trajectory is very stable.

then……

"Wait! Stop! Stop, stop, stop!"

The little figure slammed on the brakes three meters from the rock pillar, its limbs outstretched, and hovered in mid-air.

Star-Lord was stunned.

"What's wrong?"

"You want me to type this?"

Number One turned around, pointed at the rock pillar behind him, and looked incredulous.

"Look at this thing! It's all grayish-brown and covered in cracks!"

Number One flew half a circle around the rock pillar, growing more and more disgusted with it.

"Ugly! So ugly! I refuse to touch this stuff! Putting it on will dirty my body!"

After saying that, Number One turned around and flew back along the same route, diving into the chamber and pulling the chamber lid shut from the inside.

On the pebble beach, you could hear a pin drop.

Star-Lord's hand, holding the gun, froze in mid-air, and his lips twitched three times.

"Hahaha!"

Tony couldn't help himself; he bent over, one hand on his knee, laughing so hard he could barely stand up straight.

"Your bullet thought the target was ugly! It refused to hit!" Tony wiped away a tear. "In all my years, this is the first time I've ever seen a bullet refuse to hit!"

Star-Lord's face turned bright red, and his teeth clenched so tightly they made a grinding sound.

"Again!"

He pulled the trigger, the second shot.

Click.

It failed to fire.

Star-Lord paused for a moment, then looked down at the missile pod.

The second little ahoge figure was curled up in the chest chamber, holding his head with both hands, trembling all over.

"No...don't let me out!"

The muffled voice of the little man with the ahoge (cowlick) came from the magazine.

"It's so desolate outside...the air smells awful...there are no flowers, no grass...I don't want to go out..."

"You come out here!" Star-Lord poked the crater with his finger.

"No!" The little guy with the ahoge curled up into a ball. "My social anxiety is acting up! There are so many people watching outside! I'll die!"

"You're a bullet! What's a bullet afraid of about being socially awkward!"

"Bullets can have mental health issues too, you know!"

Tony was laughing so hard he was squatting on the ground, clutching his stomach with both hands.

Pepper stood on the gangway, a smile creeping onto her face.

Rocket Raccoon crossed his arms, swishing his tail back and forth, not holding back his mockery.

Drax sincerely comforted him: "Quill, don't be discouraged, maybe the third shot will be better."

"Shut up!"

Star-Lord roared and gritted his teeth as he pulled the trigger for his third shot.

boom!

Something did indeed fly out this time.

The third round, chubby little figure was launched out, tumbling twice in the air at a very slow speed.

Very slow.

It was so slow that Star-Lord could track its flight path with the naked eye, and even see the chubby little man in the air with his limbs outstretched, eyes closed, mouth pursed into an "O" shape, looking utterly blissful.

"What kind of speed is this? Even a tortoise is faster than it!" Star-Lord yelled in despair.

Tony got up from the ground, brushed the dust off himself, and prepared to make another sarcastic remark.

Then the chubby little man crashed into the rock pillar.

boom!!!

The shockwave whipped up debris and dust that pelted Star-Lord, knocking him to the ground.

Tony instinctively slid sideways to avoid the flying rock, while Pepper screamed from the gangway.

Wait for the dust to settle.

The rock pillar that had stood for countless years, along with the ground within a twenty-meter radius behind it, had all vanished.

Instead, there was a crater several meters deep, with the rock strata at the edges still steaming.

Everyone's smiles froze.

Star-Lord sat on the ground, his head covered in rubble, his mouth agape for a full five seconds.

Drax was the first to react, jumping up excitedly.

"Good grief! Let's fire again! Shoot over there! There's another pillar over there!"

Round and chubby No. 3 slowly flew back from the bomb crater, shook off the dust, and let out a burp.

"Ah, that feels so good, frying things feels so good."

It scurried back into the bomb bay, muttering, "Next time find me a bigger target; that one wasn't big enough."

Star-Lord looked down at the revolver in his hand, then looked up at the horrific crater, his expression shifting between despair and ecstasy.

"So... what's the logic behind this damn gun?!"

"The first shot is rejected because the target is too ugly; the second shot is fired because of social anxiety and the person won't leave the house; the third shot is as slow as a snail but has the power to blast half a mountain apart?"

"Is this a weapon? Or is this a mental hospital?!"

Tony stroked his chin, his eyes recovering from shock, and quickly switched to analysis mode.

"interesting."

He walked to the edge of the crater, squatted down, and scraped off a bit of the residue with his fingers, rubbing it between his fingers.

"Purely physical explosion, no energy residue, shock wave decay curve..."

He looked up at the revolver in Star-Lord's hand.

"Quail, congratulations, you've drawn something good."

"Good stuff?" Star-Lord pointed to the second bullet, curled up in the cylinder. "You call a bullet with social anxiety a good thing?"

"No." Tony stood up and dusted off his hands.

"I call a bullet that can flatten a mountain a good thing."

He held up one finger.

"Although No. 3's flight speed is slow, its explosive yield is close to that of a small artillery shell. If I'm not mistaken, No. 1 and No. 2 may also have similar special abilities..."

"Stop comforting him." Rocket jumped down the gangway, grinning at Star-Lord.

"Your number one bullet is an aesthetic perfectionist, number two is a socially awkward waste, and only number three is usable but flies as slowly as constipation."

"Six bullets, only one of which is effective. This crappy gun is not as good as my Gatling gun."

"Sexy Pistol is a supernatural ability called a Stand."

Li Ang put down his teacup and slowly walked to the middle of the crowd.

He glanced at the revolver in Star-Lord's hand, then at the few bullet figures peeking out of the magazine, and a meaningful smile appeared on his lips.

"Each bullet figure has its own personality and thoughts, and they can change their trajectory autonomously during flight."

"In other words, these six bullets... were all automatic tracking rounds."

"And judging from the current situation, each bullet-shaped figure has unexpected special effects, but you'll have to develop them yourself..."