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

Rocket examined the white belt in his hand from all angles, fiddling with each slot switch with his claws, making soft clicking sounds.

Forty modules.

Forty functions.

Each slot is independent, but they are connected together through a central core.

Upon closer inspection, each module is incomplete.

When combined, they form a complete machine.

Just like himself.

Metal interfaces in the spine, titanium alloy stents welded to the ribs, and forcibly implanted nerve leads.

Every part of him came from different experimental platforms and was pieced together by that group of madmen in the most brutal way.

It's incomplete, but it can move.

I can move, but it hurts a lot.

Rocket's claws gripped the edge of the belt tightly, his knuckles trembling slightly.

Are you alright?

Star-Lord's voice came from the side, unusually devoid of any teasing tone.

"Nonsense! When have I ever done anything wrong!"

The Rockets regained their composure, and Star Lord bared his teeth.

He patted the belt around his waist, and the metal buckle automatically engaged and locked in place.

The heavy weight pressed against my waist, yet it fit me surprisingly well.

"Leon!" Rocket turned and asked, "How do I use it? Just press the switch?"

"Of course not."

Li Ang put down his teacup, a very subtle smile appearing on his lips.

When Rocket saw that expression, the hair on the back of his head stood on end.

He's been in the Milky Way for so many years and has seen countless unscrupulous merchants and swindlers.

His intuition was screaming warning signs that what this guy was about to say was definitely not good.

"The activation method of the Forty Driver is rather unique."

Li Ang explained the rocket in a slow and methodical manner.

"First step, separate your feet, shoulder-width apart."

The Rockets tilted their heads: "And then?"

"The second step is to make a fist with your right hand and raise it above your head, while placing your left hand on your hip."

Rockets: "Continue..."

"Step three."

Li Ang raised his head, his smile completely undisguised.

"Shout out the activation code."

"What password?"

"The universe... has arrived!"

The pebble beach was silent for a full three seconds.

The wind howled past, whipping up a few pieces of gravel that struck the spaceship's hull with a tinkling sound.

Rocket's expression shifted from confusion to astonishment to distortion, finally settling on an indescribable ferocity.

"What did you say?"

"The universe has arrived." Li Ang repeated, speaking slowly and with extremely clear enunciation.

"And you can't whisper it; you have to shout it out with all your might."

"The volume isn't high enough; the driver can't feel your heat!"

"Also, when you raise your right fist above your head, you should lean back slightly at a 45-degree angle."

"This angle is very important; if the deviation exceeds five degrees, the startup will fail."

Rocket's lips twitched repeatedly.

"You mean, in the future, before I even get into a fight, I'll have to raise my fist and shout to the sky, 'The universe is here!'"

"Yes."

"You want me to lean back at a 45-degree angle?"

"That's right."

Rocket ripped the belt off his waist and slammed it heavily onto the gashapon machine.

"I won't do it!"

"I'd rather die than do that! You people from Midgard just love doing this kind of idiotic nonsense!"

Rocket pointed at Tony, then at Star-Lord.

"One of them's always doing Henshin transformations! The other's always blasting music and wiggling their hip!"

Then point to the gashapon machine.

"This piece of junk even plays cheesy background music every time it's turned on!"

Rocket braced its two claws against the gashapon machine and roared at Li.

"I am a scientist! I am an engineer! I am a rational intellectual!"

"You want me to shout 'The universe has arrived!' like a lunatic? No way!"

Li Ang remained unfazed.

"Whatever you say, if it doesn't change, it doesn't change."

"You can't use the power of forty modules; this belt is just an ordinary leather belt."

"Tying your pants with it would be quite suitable."

The rocket's teeth were grinding together with a creaking sound.

Tony, who had been watching the show from the sidelines, finally got his chance to enter.

He put his hands in his pockets, strolled slowly over to the rocket, and looked down at the furry little guy.

"I understand you, little raccoon."

"Who the hell are you calling Xiao Huan...?"

"After all, not everyone has the courage to open up in front of others."

Tony crouched down to be at eye level with the Rockets.

His tone suddenly became very casual, even tinged with sympathy.

"Some people are just too proud to do anything outrageous."

"That's normal. Being timid is nothing to be ashamed of."

Rocket's eyes widened.

"Who are you calling a coward?"

"When I first transformed, there were more than a dozen terrorists with AKs standing in front of me."

Tony held up one finger.

"When the bullet flew into my face, I yelled 'Fuck you all,' and my actions were even more exaggerated than what Li Ang asked me to do."

He glanced at the rocket and shook his head.

"But that takes courage, and not everyone has that."

"Stark!"

"Some people are just suited to hiding behind turrets and pressing buttons, and there's nothing wrong with that."

Tony stood up, dusted off his trousers, and turned to leave.

"Safe, comfortable, and not shameful."

"Stop right there!"

Rocket jumped up, snatched the belt from the gashapon machine, and snapped it back onto his waist.

His eyes were bloodshot, and his lips were turned up, revealing a row of sharp teeth.

"I stole a warship from a military restricted area of ​​the Kree Empire! You, a rich young master in a floral shirt, dare to say I'm a coward?!"

Tony, with his back to him, raised his right hand and waved it.

"What you say is not important, what you do is."

"good!"

Rocket kicked aside the rubble and strode to the center of the pebble beach.

He stopped.

Stand with your feet shoulder-width apart.

Right hand...

The rocket's fist stopped halfway up.

He turned his head and looked around.

Star-Lord was staring intently at him, his mouth stretched to his ears, and he had somehow turned on the recording device.

Drax crossed his arms over his chest, looking on with anticipation.

Gamora leaned against the hatch, a slight smile playing on her lips.

Pepper held up her phone.

Young Groot even put down his game console and peeked over.

Nebula stared coldly at everything, the light in her mechanical eyes seeming a little brighter than usual.

The veins on the back of the Rocket's hand bulged.

"If any of you dare to record this, I'll blow up this planet."

Pepper quickly stuffed the phone back into her pocket.

The rocket took a deep breath.

"Hurry up, my tea is getting cold."

Li Ang urged him on from the side.

"Shut up!!!"

Rocket closed his eyes, his muscles tensing.

His right paw was raised above his head, clenched into a fist, while his left paw was on his hip.

Lean back about 30 degrees.

"Not enough, forty-five degrees," Li Ang corrected.

Rocket gritted his teeth and leaned back a little further, feeling like his back was about to break.

"Yu..."

The sound was stuck in my throat.

Rocket opened one eye and saw Star-Lord covering his mouth, his shoulders shaking.

"Quill!!!"

"I didn't laugh! I swear I didn't laugh!" Star-Lord raised his hands above his head.

Rocket closed his eyes again, the veins on his forehead throbbing.

"universe……"

"They're here!!!!"

That scream was heart-wrenching.

It wasn't a passionate shout, but a scream of agony at the scene of social death.

Ding!

White light burst forth from slot 01, followed by slots 02, 03, 04...

All forty slots simultaneously erupted with dazzling beams of light, weaving a dense, impenetrable net of light across the rocket.

Beep beep beep!

"ROCKET ON!"