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

Jack leaned against the counter, completely frozen in place.

Metal Man?

Green-skinned monster?

A red-faced ghost floating in the air?

A serial killer whose hands turn into flesh knives?

A one-eyed dragon holding a green frying pan?

Apart from the one at the back, what kind of evil spirits crawled out of hell are these!

The Falcone family actually created this monster just to kill him?

Fear destroyed the last shred of Jack's sanity, and he let out a scream.

"Don't kill me!"

As he spoke, he unhesitatingly began to nibble on the juicy fruit in his hand.

He didn't even dare to chew, swallowing the fruit whole.

An indescribable stench exploded in my mouth.

Jack clutched his neck and gagged violently, tears and snot streaming down his face.

But he couldn't care less about feeling nauseous; his survival instincts propelled him to incredible speed.

He shoved aside Nick Fury, who was blocking the doorway, and tumbled and crawled into the torrential rain outside.

The gashapon shop was completely silent; the Avengers looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Who was that madman in the purple suit just now?"

Nick Fury rubbed his sore shoulder, his one eye wide open in disbelief.

"Clearly, Blackie, your dark face has terrified the local natives."

Tony slung the Iron Hammer over his shoulder and unleashed his sharp tongue without holding back.

Fury: "Fuck you, how many nicknames do I have?"

"Boss, am I really that scary?" Hulk scratched his big green bald head and looked at Li Ang with a wronged expression.

Li Ang sat behind the counter, looking in the direction Jack had disappeared, and couldn't help but burst into laughter.

The clown ate the Fruit of Childlike Innocence?

Gotham City is likely to become the world's most terrifying amusement park in the future.

"It's none of your business. That guy is just an ordinary citizen who has gone astray."

Li Ang withdrew his gaze, crossed his hands to support his chin, and glanced at the group of fully armed Avengers in front of him.

"Dear valued clients, what are you doing here instead of preparing for battle in the atrium?"

"Enough talk! All of Stark Industries' cash flow is here."

Tony stepped forward, slammed his hand on the counter, and spoke in a boastful tone.

"The Kang Dynasty is about to descend upon the Central Court. Our current equipment is simply not enough. Drain all the cheat codes from this broken machine!"

Ding Ding Ding!

Steve, Jane, and the others, having been delayed for some reason, finally walked in from outside.

"Boss, the Central Court is in imminent danger. We need a force powerful enough to turn the tide of the war."

Frank retracted the flesh-and-blood giant blade into his body and slammed a handful of blood-stained US dollars onto the table.

"It seems the Kangzhi Dynasty has put considerable pressure on you."

Looking at the banknotes on the table and Tony's attitude of wanting to book the whole place, Li Ang's smile deepened.

"But you made the right choice. Come on, accept the baptism of the gashapon!"

Li Ang snapped his fingers, and two gashapon machines landed in the center of the hall, bursting with dazzling seven-colored light.

"Guys, something's wrong."

Jane turned to look at the crowd filling the hall, her finger tapping hard on the glass.

"This is definitely not the central courtyard."

"Making a fuss over nothing." Darcy leaned over for a look, then curled his lip. "When doesn't it rain in New York?"

"It's not a weather problem."

Jane pointed rapidly to the towering Gothic buildings outside, speaking at breakneck speed.

"Look at the load-bearing structure of those buildings, and the retro gargoyle design. It's impossible to preserve such a large-scale old-era building complex in the modern urban planning of the central courtyard."

Jane's gaze swept over the dark, damp alleyways, her tone growing increasingly resolute.

"And the uniforms of those police officers outside, and the Thompson submachine guns used by the people who ran past just now—there isn't even a single surveillance drone here!"

"Fuck! It's just like she said!" Nick Fury's one eye widened suddenly, and he immediately pressed himself against the window to look outside.

Outside on the street, several gangsters wearing old-fashioned trench coats were firing indiscriminately with guns, and the flashing red and blue lights of police cars distorted in the puddles.

"The gangs in this godforsaken place seem even more outrageous than those in Hell's Kitchen!!"

Matt gripped the hilt of his lightsaber tightly, his ears twitching slightly.

Frank commented, "The air here is thick with the smell of decay and blood."

"Hey, hey, hey, aren't we getting a bit off-topic?!"

Rocket Raccoon jumped onto a chair, quickly interrupting the discussion.

"What we should be concerned about right now is how to twist Kang's head off and use it as a football! What do we care about the gangs in this godforsaken place!"

"That's right, little raccoon."

Tony impatiently banged on the glass counter, making a crisp "tap tap tap" sound.

"We don't have time to study the social forms of parallel universes right now, nor do we have time to educate these gangsters who are carrying scrap metal about the law."

Tony turned to face Li Ang, his hands braced on the counter, his dark gold armor gleaming with a cold metallic luster under the colorful lights of the gashapon machine.

"We can talk about exploring new universes after we win!"

"Boss, swipe your card!" Tony's eyes were burning.

"Mr. Stark, you haven't changed a bit in your impatience."

A smile appeared on Li Ang's face as he glanced at the fully armed Avengers with amusement.

"The beginner-level gashapon machine costs $100,000 per draw."

"As for the high-end gashapon machine..."

Li Ang deliberately drew out his tone, pointing to Vision's Infinity Gauntlet.

"We only accept high-dimensional energy items or rare items that carry a special destiny trajectory."

"Ordinary banknotes are just waste paper in front of advanced machines."

Everyone looked pained and turned to Tony and Fury.

"Problems that can be solved with money are not problems for Stark."

Tony raised his chin, his face full of arrogance.

"As for the high-dimensional energy items and special tools you mentioned..." Tony turned to Vision and snapped his fingers loudly.

"Vision, show your boss how sincere we are, let him know what real wealth and power are all about."

Vision nodded slightly, raised his left hand, and the Space Stone burst forth with a dazzling blue light.

The space in mid-air seemed to be torn apart by a pair of invisible giant hands, and a blue vortex appeared out of thin air.

Splash!

The ear-piercing sound of metal clashing echoed throughout the gashapon shop.

Countless mechanical debris and energy cores, radiating a ghostly blue light, poured out of the spatial vortex like a waterfall!

In less than ten seconds, a small mountain of gashapon toys was piled up in the living room of the gashapon shop.

"This is the Chitauri mothership's backup power core."

Tony casually picked up a glowing blue polyhedron from the pile of metal and tossed it onto the counter.

"These are armor parts left behind by Kang's advance troops."

"And these too: Stark's Mark 85 reactor from a parallel universe, Captain America's shield from a parallel universe..."

Tony crossed his arms and looked at Li Ang, his eyes gleaming with fervor and confidence.

"A single piece of this junk could buy dozens of small countries in Midgard."

"Boss, is this enough for the whole venue?"