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

First shot.

The bullet pierced Falcone's right knee.

Falcone screamed and fell to the right, clutching his knees with both hands, blood gushing from between his fingers.

boom!

The second shot.

His left knee exploded, shards of bone and flesh splattering across the crimson carpet.

Falcone's screams changed into a hoarse, piercing shriek that seemed inhuman.

He writhed wildly on the ground, his legs completely useless, the part below his knees twisted at an abnormal angle.

Oswald stopped, his chest heaving violently, his arm still in the firing position.

Smoke billowed from the muzzle of the gun, swirling around his face.

He looked down at Falcone.

The man who once made him afraid to even breathe was now howling and rolling at his feet, no different from a cockroach with its leg broken.

Oswald's eyes changed completely.

The fear vanished.

Instead, a morbid and distorted fanaticism has taken its place.

"Mr. Clown"

Oswald turned his head to face that pale, smiling face, his eyes burning with a mad fire.

"I want to be the mayor of Gotham! I want the Penguins to be the kings of Gotham!"

The clown looked at him and tilted his head.

Then, they slowly began to clap their hands.

clap clap.

Applause echoed in the empty banquet hall, accompanied by Falcone's wailing.

"Wonderful."

The clown gave a thumbs up, his smile utterly genuine.

"Welcome to the greatest circus, little penguin."

After the clown finished speaking, he turned and walked towards Falcone.

Falcone lay in a pool of blood, and saw the pair of purple leather shoes stop in front of him.

He crawled backwards desperately, his fingernails scratching white marks on the floor.

"No...don't come any closer!"

"Shhh."

The clown crouched down and grabbed Falcone's head with one hand, his five pale fingers sinking into layers of fat.

"Lord Carmine."

The clown's gaping mouth, splitting to his ears, drew close to Falcone's face and whispered:

"Smile."

puff.

White smoke exploded.

Falcone disappeared.

A giant roly-poly toy rolled onto the ground.

Its body was round and plump, with lead filling the bottom.

But what's most eye-catching is its face...

A smiling face painted with clown makeup, its two plastic eyes staring straight at the ceiling.

No matter how much you push it, it will bounce back.

If you look closely, you can see that this face bears some resemblance to Falcone.

However, it always has a smile on its face.

The clown glanced down at the "work" and lifted his right foot, which was wearing a purple leather shoe.

boom!

The roly-poly toy was kicked away, crashed into the corner of the wall, and then bounced back wobbly, making a creaking sound.

"Goodbye, sir."

The clown turned around, lifted the back of his purple suit, and swaggered into Falcone's gilded leather chair.

He crossed his legs, took out a small knife from his pocket, and casually peeled an apple.

The apple was picked up from the overturned fruit bowl, and it still had bloodstains on it.

He took a bite, chewing it with a loud crunch.

Oswald.

"Here!" Cobbot immediately straightened his back.

"Line up our toy soldiers and take over all of Falcone's remaining properties in Gotham."

The clown, munching on an apple, pointed with the tip of his knife at the mess on the ground.

"Tell everyone that from today onwards, the old order is over."

"There is only one voice in Gotham's underworld."

He raised his head, his green hair obscuring half his face, and the one eye that was visible churned with pure chaos.

"My laughter!"

……

Void.

Leon sat on a throne that materialized out of thin air, and on the holographic screen in front of him, the Joker was propping his feet up on Falcone's table and eating an apple.

The iced cola in his hand was almost empty.

[Ding! The fate of the important character "Carmine Falcone" has taken an irreversible turn. Rank: S.]

[Ding! The fate of the key character "Jack Napier" has been fundamentally altered, and his descent into darkness has been triggered ahead of schedule. Assessment level: SS.]

[Ding! The power structure of Gotham's underworld has been completely rewritten, with chain reactions affecting Wayne Enterprises, GCPD, Arkham...]

[Value Points Received: 387000]

[Value Points Received: 512000]

[Value Points Received: ...]

The system notifications kept ringing, but Li Ang was too lazy to read them one by one and went straight to the total.

[Value points acquired this time: 4127350]

"Four million."

Li Ang whistled, his slender fingers tapping out a cheerful rhythm on the armrest.

"A single fruit that brings in fun can be worth over four million yuan; the return on investment is simply astonishing."

He waved his hand to turn off the Gotham projection screen, and the swivel chair creaked and spun around.

The gashapon shop behind us was incredibly lively.

Tony Stark stood with his hands on his hips in front of the mountain of gashapon capsules, his expression complex.

The first batch of a thousand regular gashapon capsules has been opened, but there weren't many good ones.

So Tony opted to use another 1000 regular gashapon pulls...

"How's it going?" Li Ang walked over with an empty Coke cup and leaned against the counter.

Tony turned his head, his expression incredibly interesting.

"One thousand beginner-level gashapon capsules."

Tony picked up a rubber duck, squeezed it, and the duck made a piercing quacking sound.

"I received 423 rubber ducks, 67 bamboo dragonflies, and 200 cat's cradles..."

"There's also a toilet seat that automatically follows people's butts."

Pepper added from the side, "The toilet seat chased Frank for fifteen minutes, and the problem is it still didn't break."

In the corner, Frank sat expressionless against the wall, a violently spinning toilet seat tightly wrapped around his waist.

Li Ang glanced at it and almost spat out his cola.

"So." Tony took a deep breath and tossed the rubber duck behind him.

"I still need to spend another $1000, otherwise the high-end gacha pulls definitely won't give me anything good!"

"It's okay, no rush."

Li Ang patted the gashapon machine, and the indicator light on the machine's surface flashed twice.

"I forgot to tell you, the flow rate in this world is different from that in your world. Six months here is equivalent to one day in your world."

Li Ang glanced at the numbers flashing on the system panel and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"The real show in this city has only just begun. You guys stay here, I'm going out to see what's going on."