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

Star-Lord was stunned.

He recalled Number One's performance just now...

It flies out of the gun muzzle, flies steadily, then stops abruptly in front of the target and hovers, finally turning 180 degrees and flying back to the magazine.

There are no physical inertia limitations throughout the entire process.

"And number three has already proven it." Li Ang pointed to the smoking bomb crater.

"Slow speed doesn't mean lack of power. Each character has different characteristics and can do different things."

"As for their picky eating, social anxiety, and dislike of being ugly..."

Li Ang shrugged.

"You'll need to work on that yourself; there needs to be a tacit understanding between the Stand and the user."

"If you're not even willing to learn their names, of course they won't listen to you."

Berets-1 poked half their heads out of the magazine, hands on their hips.

"Finally, someone who understands!"

"We have dignity! We're not expendable stock that you can just pull the trigger to obediently fly out of the way!"

"We need respect! We need to communicate! And we even need to buy them snacks!"

Star-Lord looked down at Number One, while Number One looked up and glared at Star-Lord.

The two stared at each other for three seconds.

What are you eating?

"Sweet!" the six little people exclaimed in unison.

Tony watched this scene from the side, shook his head, but a smile was hidden on his face.

Quill, don't be discouraged.

"Even though you look like a circus animal trainer right now..."

"Shut up!!"

"The upper limit of a Stand's power depends on the user's creativity." Tony's smile faded, and his eyes became serious.

"Six bullets that can curve, each with its own independent thought and special abilities..."

"If you can get them working together, this gun has considerable tactical value."

Star-Lord looked up at the revolver in his hand, then at the six small faces in the magazine.

Berets Number One rolled their eyes at him.

The second version of the ahoge shrank back.

Round and chubby No. 3 is taking a nap.

I don't know what numbers four, five, and six are doing inside.

"They will step up in crucial moments."

Li Ang picked up his teacup and turned to walk towards the spaceship.

"A Stand is a power that protects its user."

"No matter how unreliable they are usually, they won't let you down when you really need them."

Star-Lord gripped the revolver and remained silent for a moment.

Then he heard a small voice coming from the chamber.

"That's true... but don't even think about getting away with the snacks."

"I want chocolate flavor."

"I want strawberry flavor!"

"I'll do anything, just nothing bitter!"

Star-Lord looked up at the sky.

"What sins did I commit in my past life?"

"Alright, alright, get out of the way now that you're done."

Rocket Raccoon shoved Star-Lord aside with his furry paws.

At this moment, Star-Lord was still squatting on the ground, staring at the little bullet.

"With your luck, let me handle the rest of the gacha pulls!"

Star-Lord was pushed and stumbled.

"Hey! That's my gashapon toy!"

"your?"

"These are the gashapon capsules we all shared!"

The rocket raised its tail and pointed at the revolver.

"Secondly, you waste a gashapon capsule and get a litter of pets that need to be fed treats."

"That's called a body double!"

"It doesn't matter what you call it, it's not very strong anyway."

The Rockets showed no mercy.

Star-Lord choked, his face turning red. He looked down at the missile pod.

Berets-1 is lying on the edge of the chamber, giving the rocket the middle finger.

"You furry thing! Do you even know anything about aesthetics?!"

Rocket's ears perked up, and he tilted his head to stare at the bullet-sized creature.

"Is it insulting me?"

"No, no!"

Star-Lord swiftly shoved the revolver into his holster and tightly covered the cylinder with his hand.

It says you're handsome.

A muffled protest came from the chamber.

The Rockets, too lazy to bother with these lunatics, strode toward the gashapon machine.

He looked up at the colorful machine, his eyes darting around twice.

"Li Ang!"

"Three gashapon capsules left, right? Give me one!"

The rocket rammed into Li Ang, who brandished his claws.

"Are you sure? Shouldn't you take a bath and burn incense first, like Stark did?"

Li Ang held a teacup and leaned against the spaceship's gangway.

"fart."

The Rockets refused without hesitation.

"I'm a scientist, I don't believe in that stuff."

Tony touched his nose and remained silent.

Pepper gave him a "see?" look.

The rocket stepped onto the edge of the gashapon machine's base, but it wasn't tall enough, so its claws barely reached the buttons.

He kicked twice with all his might, his whole body hanging from the machine.

It looks like a plush toy hanging on a tree trunk.

"Do you need any help?"

Drax walked over and stretched out his huge hand.

"Need not!"

The rocket exploded.

"Say that again and I'll bite you!"

He adjusted his posture.

I braced my feet against the protrusions at the bottom of the machine and finally managed to steady myself.

"Come on! Give me a good one!"

Snapped!

The claw pressed the button, and the gashapon machine roared to life.

Glug glug glug—

A gashapon (capsule toy) rolled out of the exit.

The rocket was caught, flipped over, jumped off the machine, and landed steadily.

The surface of the capsule toy is dark red with faint white lines interwoven within, and it feels slightly warm to the touch.

"Red."

The rocket examined it for two seconds, then revealed a satisfied expression.

"At least he's better looking than Quill."

"You're jumping to conclusions before you've even opened it?" Star-Lord interjected sourly.

Rocket ignored him and deftly broke open the gashapon capsule.

A magnificent red light shines forth!

A blinding beam of light shot out from inside the gashapon.

A blood-red halo was projected onto the desolate, gravelly beach.

Everyone instinctively raised their hands to shield their eyes, and the light lasted for a full three seconds before dissipating.

Rocket looked down at what was in its claws: a belt.

The white body is incredibly heavy.

At the very center is a circular core module, surrounded by a dense array of switch slots.

Each slot is engraved with a number.

From 01 to 40, a total of forty.

The entire belt emitted a faint white light.

Holding it in your hand, it has a solid, weighty feel.

"What is this?"

The rocket turned itself over and examined the slot switches, its claws fiddling with them.

"A weapon? A tool? Or some kind of... transformation device?"

When he said the words "transformation device," his tone clearly changed.

Having been with Tony Stark in the Guardians of the Galaxy for so long, he'd seen that kind of thing far too many times.

With a snap of the belt and a flash of light, the loser transforms into a superhero.

"Forty-horse drive".

Li Ang put down his teacup and walked over.

He stared at the white belt in Rocket's hand for two seconds, a strange expression appearing on his face.

"Forty riders?"

The rocket pricked up its ears.

"What do you mean?"

"forty."

Li Ang held up four fingers.

"Forty switches, forty capability modules."

"Each switch corresponds to a unique combat function..."

"Rocket propulsion, electromagnetic shields, chainsaws, drills, radar..."

He paused for a moment, then slowed his speech.

"The most core module, number 01."

Li Ang pointed to the largest slot in the very center of the drive.

"Rocket engine."