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

"System, take inventory of this pile of junk."

With a wave of his hand, Li Ang caused all the materials to disappear from their original location.

A few seconds later, the system provided an accurate valuation.

"Mr. Stark, the quality of your loot is uneven," Li Ang said lazily.

"The Chitauri's core energy has been severely depleted, and their parallel universe armor is also badly damaged."

Tony impatiently slammed his fist on the table: "Stop talking nonsense, just give me the number! How many times can I pull the premium gacha?"

"Twenty-three times." Li Ang held up two fingers and shook them.

"Only twenty-three times?"

Tony raised his voice, glancing at the wreckage on the ground with a look of disgust.

"Twenty-three times is more than enough!"

Nick Fury stared wide-eyed, waving the green frying pan in his hand.

"That's a high-end gacha machine. If you're lucky, twenty-three big prizes could be enough to turn the tide!"

Leon ignored Fury's shouts and instead turned his gaze to Wanda, who was standing behind him.

"Miss Wanda, I must remind you of something."

"Last time, when you two siblings were trying to escape Ultron's pursuit, you left a gashapon in the store."

As he spoke, Li Ang snapped his fingers.

Wanda stood there, stunned, when she felt a sudden heaviness in her pocket and instinctively reached for it.

A few seconds later, looking at the gashapon in her hand, she playfully stuck out her tongue, and an embarrassed blush appeared on her face.

"Sorry, boss, I was so nervous when I played Ultron that I completely forgot about it!"

"Wait, don't rush to open it!"

Tony raised his hand to stop Wanda's movement, and the black card was swiped directly through the POS machine.

"Keep the premium gashapon capsules for now, use the regular ones as a stepping stone!"

"A decoy?" Coulson asked, puzzled. "Mr. Stark, what kind of tactic is this?"

"Mystical tactics!" Tony raised his chin, his face full of arrogance.

"According to probability calculations, after continuously drawing junk items, the probability of drawing a rare item will increase significantly!"

"Boss, swipe your card! Give me a thousand beginner gashapon capsules first!"

As soon as these words came out, the audience fell silent.

"One thousand? One hundred million?"

Rocket Raccoon had only heard Tony mention that he was rich, but he didn't realize he was this rich.

"Money in the courtyard is now just worthless paper."

Tony snorted coldly, not even glancing at the Rockets.

"The Kangzhi Dynasty's army is about to raze the Central Plains to the ground. Are they saving their money to buy ice cream in hell?"

"Mr. Stark is indeed a straightforward man."

Li Ang picked up the card reader and decisively deducted one hundred million US dollars.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the party has begun!"

Li Ang snapped his fingers.

Two more basic gashapon machines have appeared in the center of the hall, and festive music fills the entire store.

Good luck! Best of luck!

Accompanied by a cheerful rhythm, the exit barrier of the gashapon machine automatically pops open.

Crackling sounds!

Colorful plastic capsule toys poured out wildly, rolling onto the floor with a crisp clattering sound.

In just a few minutes, thousands of gashapon capsules were piled up in the hall, forming a colorful little mountain.

"This number is outrageous!"

Darcy excitedly plunged into the gashapon pile and grabbed a blue plastic ball at random.

"Don't just stand there! Get them all moving!" Tony shouted.

"Could you please help us distinguish between good and bad props, Mr. Li? Put the useful props together and throw away the useless junk!"

The Avengers members immediately sprang into action, rushing into the gashapon pile.

"What is this?"

Jane twisted open a pink gashapon capsule, and a yellow bamboo dragonfly with a propeller fell out.

"A bamboo dragonfly can fly if you wear it on your head," Li Ang kindly explained.

"Fly? With just this piece of plastic?" Jane asked doubtfully, pressing the bamboo dragonfly onto her head.

Whoosh!

Jane was instantly launched into the air and crashed into the ceiling with a bang.

"Ouch!" Jane fell down, clutching her head, her face full of shock.

"This completely violates aerodynamics and the laws of gravity!"

"When has anything in this shabby shop ever been scientifically sound?"

Rocket Raccoon grumbled as he opened a gray gashapon capsule, inside which was a huge wrench flashing red light.

"The super repair wrench can restore any mechanical damage with just three taps," Li Ang continued to explain.

Rocket Raccoon's eyes lit up instantly, and he stroked the wrench with obvious affection.

"This is awesome! With this, I could even knock the spaceship's engine back up after it explodes!"

"A talisman for tranquility and abstinence?" Banner had returned to his original form, sitting cross-legged in the gashapon machine pile, opening gashapon machines.

He was filled with questions as he watched the yellow paper strip with strange runes fall down.

"Put it on your forehead, and it will help you maintain absolute rationality even when you're in a fit of rage."

Li Ang picked up the black tea and took a sip.

"Did I open a door?"

Matt holds up a miniature pink wooden door model.

Li Ang: "Anywhere door, as long as you think of your destination, you can go anywhere by pushing the door open. However, some versions have a distance limit of 10 light-years."

"This is simply the ultimate weapon for assassination and infiltration!" Matt couldn't see, but the lightsaber in his hand was already buzzing with excitement.

"OMG! Why am I getting nothing but garbage?!"

Nick Fury angrily slammed what he was holding onto the ground—yet another screaming chicken toy.

"Chief, your luck is clearly not as good as your cunning," Frank sneered.

Frank held a bottle of red potion in his hand, his eyes filled with fanaticism.

"The Berserk Potion: Loses pain sensation and doubles strength for five minutes. It's somewhat useful, but not much."

Pietro transformed into a blue light, darting back and forth through the gashapon mountain, his hands moving so fast that only afterimages remained.

"Trash! Trash! Still trash!" Pietro threw a bunch of prank toys behind him.

"Ha! This looks like a good thing!" Pietro held up a pair of sneakers with flame patterns.

Li Ang: "The 'Wind and Fire Wheels' running shoes create a trail of fire underfoot while running, ignoring terrain obstacles!"

"This is practically made for me!"

The atmosphere in the hall was extremely lively.

Although most of the toys in the beginner gashapon machine are bizarre and funny, the occasional useful item that pops up does raise the bar for these people's survival.

However, they opened some of those thousand gashapon capsules.

……

Meanwhile, the rainy night in Gotham City was bitterly cold.

The wind, mixed with torrential rain, lashed against the red brick walls of the dilapidated apartment building.

Jack was soaking wet, his purple suit clinging tightly to his thin, bony body.

He didn't go through the main entrance.

The Falcone family assassins must have already laid a trap over there.

He could only climb the iron ladder leading to the fire escape outside his building by going up the neighboring building.

Rain blurred his vision, and the rust on the iron ladder, mixed with mud and water, made it too slippery to hold on to.

Jack was panting heavily, his hands gripping the iron bars tightly.

His legs were trembling violently, and he was severely exhausted.

The image of eating that Devil Fruit in the gashapon shop kept replaying in my mind.

The Eastern merchant said that as long as he touched a person, he could turn them into a toy and erase their faults.

Jack didn't know if it was true, but all he wanted to do now was see his wife and parents as soon as possible.

As long as we get them out of this hellhole, even if they escape to another city, they can start over.

"Jenny...wait for me..."