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

Vision's left hand hovered in mid-air, the four gems on the Infinity Gauntlet flashing wildly, intertwining to form a blinding light screen.

"Did you find it?"

Tony tapped the breastplate of his armor, his face full of impatience.

"The boss isn't in the courtyard."

Vision withdrew his hand and spoke with some surprise.

"Not in the atrium?"

Nick Fury scratched his head, but then thought it made perfect sense.

"Holy crap! Which alien planet did he go on vacation to?"

"He should usually be out selling his gashapon toys by now!"

Vision shook his head. "The feedback from the Space Stone and the Reality Stone indicates that he is not in this universe."

"What kind of interstellar joke is this?"

Pietro's face was filled with disbelief.

"I'm hoping to turn into a Super Saiyan hedgehog!"

"That shrewd businessman must have gone to explore new markets! I should have told him to leave one of the machines on the spaceship!"

Rocket Raccoon kicked away some gravel at his feet and cursed loudly in a fit of rage.

"Namo Amaterasu." Hulk scratched his head.

"The boss has completed his mission; he must be off to other worlds to help all living beings."

"Salvation my ass!"

Tony rolled his eyes and retorted without holding back.

"He definitely smelled a bigger profit opportunity! How could that money-grubbing shrew do business at a loss!"

"So what do we do now? Kang's army could arrive at any moment."

Wanda gripped the bird-headed staff tightly, her brow furrowed.

"What else can we do? If we don't have any cheat codes, we'll just throw money at it!"

Tony snorted and looked up at the sky.

"Jarvis, bring out all the weapons Stark Industries currently possesses, and also retrieve all information about the relics. Investigate which ones are related to Kang!"

……

Meanwhile, in another universe.

The sky was so dark it looked like it was about to drip black ink, and torrential rain washed away the grime from the streets.

Gotham.

A city thoroughly marinated in sin and corruption.

In the dark and damp alley, the piercing sound of police sirens mingled with a few gunshots, tearing through the smoky night sky.

Bang bang bang!

Several bullets exploded in the puddle, splashing mud and water everywhere.

"Don't let him escape! Boss Falcone has spoken; he wants him alive!"

The harsh shouts and curses echoed at the alley entrance.

The glass door of the gashapon shop was violently smashed open by a burst of force.

A young man, soaking wet, stumbled in and scrambled to hide behind the door.

Li Ang sat in the boss's chair behind the counter, holding a cup of steaming black tea in his hand.

Click!

As the gashapon shop's doors closed automatically, the outside noise was completely shut out.

Soothing jazz music played in the shop, and the air was filled with the aroma of black tea.

The young man was trembling all over, clutching his head tightly with both hands, his eyes staring at the door in terror.

Outside, several gangsters dressed in black trench coats and carrying Thompson submachine guns ran by, cursing and swearing.

Immediately afterwards, two patrol cars with flashing red and blue police lights sped past.

Their goals may have been different, but what they had in common was that... none of them noticed the shop.

"Want to try your hand at gashapon machines, young man?"

Li Ang rested his chin on his hand, speaking in a light tone, completely ignoring the chaotic scene of the battle between the underworld and the legitimate world outside.

The young man turned around and realized there was another living person in the room.

"Please! Don't make a sound!"

He clasped his hands together and pleaded incoherently.

"Let me hide for a little while! Just a little while! If they find me, they'll kill me!"

"take it easy."

Li Ang reached for a clean glass and poured a glass of warm water.

"A guest is a guest once they enter the door. Even if the sky were to fall outside, it wouldn't hit their head."

The young man looked at the glass of water, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he stood up and walked over.

He hesitated for half a second, then grabbed the cup and gulped it down.

After drinking warm water, his violently heaving chest calmed down a little.

"Tell me, how did it get into such a sorry state?"

Li Ang looked at the other person with a playful expression, sizing him up.

"Judging from your attire, you don't seem like a professional thug."

The young man was wearing an inexpensive purple suit, which was covered in mud, but it was clear that it had been ironed very well.

"I've been scammed!"

The young man held his head in his hands, his voice filled with despair and anger.

"I'm just an engineer at a chemical plant!"

"Yesterday, those gangsters who were protecting the factory suddenly approached me and asked me to help deliver some goods to the East District dock."

The young man became more and more agitated as he spoke, his eyes reddening.

"I swear I had absolutely no idea what was in the box! As soon as we arrived at the dock, the police and the Falcone family all stormed out!"

"I escaped during the chaos, but that led to me being hunted down by both the police and the underworld! They all thought I was an undercover agent who had stolen the goods!"

"Sounds like a really old-fashioned game of substitution," Li Ang chuckled. "What's your name?"

The young man dug his hands into his hair and pulled hard.

"Jack...Jack Napier."

The fingers that were tapping the table stopped.

A look of surprise appeared in Li Ang's eyes.

Jack Napier?

The future Gotham City's kingpin of crime who torments Batman to the point of near death?

clown?

Li Ang took a closer look at the trembling young man in front of him.

There was no pale skin, no green hair, and certainly no terrifying grin that stretched to the ears.

Now, he is just a pitiful wretch driven to desperation by life.

It seems that the timing of this crossover jump was very clever.

This is clearly not the pure embodiment of chaos in the cinematic universe, but more like the origin setting from a certain version of a DC comic.

"Who exactly betrayed me? Was it the gang, or someone else?"

"Why didn't Batman come to my rescue? I was forced into this!"

Jack braced himself on the counter, muttering to himself, his eyes filled with extreme panic.

Suddenly, he remembered something and abruptly stood up.

"Oh no! My parents, and Jenny!"

Jack was so anxious that he kept spinning around on the spot, gripping his suit jacket tightly with both hands.

"If they can't find me, they'll definitely investigate my background! My family is still in the apartment!"

Jack turned and rushed out the door, staggering.

"No, I have to get out!"

"I'm going to lure those police and gangsters away! I can't let them target my family!"

"stop."

Li Ang's casual remark carried an indescribable magic, freezing Jack in place.

"Rushing out now will only get you riddled with bullets; it's pointless."

Li Ang stood up, walked around the counter, and went to a colorful machine with an extremely jarring design.

He patted the metal casing of the gashapon machine, a kind smile appearing on his face.

"In this world, ordinary people are at the mercy of others."

"You think your family will be safe if you distract them?"

"The Falcone family never leaves anyone alive; your recklessness will only make things worse!"