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

"You don't need to look at me."

When Gamora said this, her finger paused for a moment on the spine of the Godslayer Blade.

A very slight pause.

But at least two people present noticed it.

Tony is one.

He had his hands in his pockets, his gaze seemingly fixed on the distant bomb crater.

But out of the corner of his eye, his gaze never left Gamora's hand holding the knife.

Li Ang is another one.

He held his teacup, saying nothing.

"Gamora, seriously."

Tony looked away, his tone so calm it didn't sound like he was giving advice.

"What's your role in this team? Melee DPS."

"The blade that kills gods is indeed sharp enough."

"But how many times have you been outmaneuvered and attacked from mid-range?"

"The drones we used against Ayesha last time."

"You didn't even have a chance to fight back; I had to clean up the mess."

Gamora tightened her chin slightly, but didn't reply.

This is a fact.

"You need to improve your IDE skills."

Tony held up two fingers.

"Long-range firepower, or a new combat form, choose one."

"I said, no need..."

"What are you afraid of?"

This line wasn't spoken by Tony, but by Star-Lord.

Star-Lord stood next to the gashapon machine, the revolver in the holster at his waist swaying slightly.

The faint sound of the bullet figures whispering could be heard coming from inside the chamber.

His expression was a bit strange, a rare serious look.

"Gamora, we've been partners for quite a while now."

"You never stop when you're wiping the knife."

Star-Lord pointed to her hand.

"Unless, you're thinking of someone."

The wind on the pebble beach whipped up a gust of sand.

It struck the spaceship's metal hull, making a soft, crackling sound.

Gamora's expression changed; it wasn't one of embarrassment or anger at being exposed.

Rather, it's a kind of stiffness caused by pressing down on a certain nerve.

For a fleeting moment, she reverted to her cold, hard expression.

Quill, mind your own business.

Gamora sheathed the God-Slaying Blade back into her waistband and turned to leave.

"The last survivor of the Zehouberi tribe."

Li Ang's voice was neither too loud nor too soft, just enough for everyone to hear.

"Thanos's adopted daughter, the most dangerous woman in the galaxy."

Li Ang put down his teacup, placed his hands on his knees, and tilted his head to look at her.

"He has quite a few titles."

"But do you know what these titles have in common?"

Gamora didn't turn around, but she stopped in her tracks.

"Each one was stuck on by that big purple guy."

Li Ang spoke very slowly, as if he were chatting casually.

"The last survivor... because he slaughtered your planet."

"Adopted daughter... because he pulled you out of the ruins."

"The most dangerous woman... because he personally trained you into a knife."

"Your close-quarters combat skills were taught by his subordinates."

"Even the way you kill people..."

Li Ang deliberately paused for a beat.

"They are all his shadows."

The pebble beach was extremely quiet.

Star-Lord swallowed back the words he was about to say.

The rocket's ears drooped down, and its tail stopped wagging.

He glanced at Gamora's stiff back, then at Leon's calm face, and wisely shut his sharp tongue.

Drax stood still, unusually silent.

He could see the flames of vengeance burning in Gamora's eyes.

Gamora slowly turned around, her face expressionless.

But the hand that had been steadily wiping the blade was now clenched into a fist.

"What are you trying to say?"

"I want to say..."

Li Ang stood up, walked to the gashapon machine, and gently patted the machine with his palm.

You hate him, but you're even more afraid of him.

"That's normal."

"From the time you can remember, he has been your everything."

"You watched him wipe out the population of a planet with the snap of his fingers."

"Watch him send disobedient children to the reformatory..."

Li Ang glanced at the nebula, and deep inside the spaceship, the metallic footsteps paused for a moment.

"You defected, you rebelled, you joined this bunch of unreliable guys."

Li Ang continued, speaking in a casual tone, as if he were reciting a shopping list.

"But you know in your heart..."

"When the day actually comes, you're not sure if you'll be able to lift the knife."

"It's not a matter of strength, it's a matter of this."

Li Ang pointed to his chest.

Gamora's breathing became heavier, her chest rising and falling slightly.

"Have you finished talking nonsense?"

No one around made a sound.

Even the little bullet figures in the chamber fell silent.

Gamora stood still, the rise and fall of her chest gradually subsiding.

She looked down at her clenched fists.

The fingernails dug into the palm, leaving several white marks.

Then, she let go.

step.

Two steps.

Three steps.

Gamora pushed aside Star-Lord who was blocking her way, brushed aside Rocket who had retreated to the side, and walked around Drax who seemed to want to say something but couldn't.

"If what you offer isn't worth the price."

Gamora didn't turn around, and her voice returned to its calm tone.

"I will use the God-Slaying Blade to cleave this broken machine in two."

"rest assured."

Li Ang's lips twitched slightly.

"No returns or exchanges, but we guarantee it's great value for money."

Gamora didn't waste any more words and slapped the button on the gashapon machine.

boom!

Seven-colored light surged and tumbled inside the gashapon machine, and the sand on the gravel beach was flattened by some invisible force.

It spreads outward from the gashapon machine as the center.

Pepper instinctively took two steps back.

Star-Lord's hair stood on end from the blast wave.

Rocket crouched down, shielding the boy Groot behind him...

The latter was still playing the game, without even looking up.

Gurgle.

A gray gashapon capsule rolled out; the capsule's surface was completely unpatterned.

"grey?"

Star-Lord leaned over for a look, and his heart skipped a beat.

"Not a golden legend, not red... what level is this?"

Tony stared at the gashapon capsule, his expression becoming subtle.

As a long-time buyer of gashapon toys, he knows that the color of a gashapon toy has nothing to do with its quality.

This was the first time he had ever seen such a gray gashapon toy.

Click!

Gamora didn't hesitate and broke open the gashapon capsule.

A gray ball of light shot out from it, circled in the air once, and then pierced Gamora's chest.

Gamora suddenly arched her body, kneeling on the ground and bracing herself with her hands on the rubble.

"What is this thing? Heaven and... what is a tyrant?"