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

Bruce was so angry that he felt like his lungs were about to explode from being trampled underfoot.

His prized Bat Technology is a top-of-the-line device that Wayne Enterprises' Applied Science division invested hundreds of millions of dollars in.

In the mouth of this man with a small mustache, it was actually considered worthless, not even as good as a bottle of red wine!

This is a double insult to his intelligence and wealth!

Bruce's pride was being brutally crushed, but he forced himself to calm down.

"Let him go, Tony."

Steve walked over and looked at Tony with a helpless expression.

"That's very impolite of you. We're here as guests, not to fight."

"He started it, Popsicle."

Tony rolled his eyes, but still loosened the pressure on his foot slightly.

In the blink of an eye.

Bruce seized the momentary opening and reached into the hidden compartment of his belt.

He crushed the two black spheres with force and slammed them onto the floor.

boom!

A blinding white light exploded, accompanied by thick smoke.

This is Wayne Group's latest high-explosive blinding smoke bomb.

Not only can it instantly block vision, but it also releases high-frequency sound waves that can render ordinary people unable to move.

"Cough cough cough!"

Steve was choked by the smoke and staggered back, raising his hand to wave away the white smoke in front of him.

Tony's ears were also tingling from the high-frequency sound waves, and he instinctively raised his hand to shield his eyes from the bright light.

Bruce seized the opportunity to roll over and completely break free from Tony's hold.

He dared not linger for even a moment.

These people are so strange.

A burly man whose arms can turn into knives, a man in a suit who can crush carbon fiber with one hand, and an Asian boss who hasn't made a move yet.

This is not an enemy he can handle.

The sheer numerical disparity rendered his fighting skills and once-proud technology a joke.

We must retreat! Go back and upgrade our equipment!

Bruce reached behind his waist with his left hand, pulled out a specially made grappling hook gun, and prepared to quickly retreat from the battlefield.

hum!

Just then.

A sonic boom cloud, visible to the naked eye, suddenly burst open in the air.

Immediately following was a blue afterimage that rampaged through the smoke.

There is no sound.

Because the opponent's speed had already exceeded the speed of sound.

Bruce only felt a flash of blue light before his eyes, and then his palm was empty.

That feeling was extremely strange.

Bruce's expression changed drastically, and his right hand instinctively reached for the spare smoke grenade at his lower back.

empty.

He suddenly lowered his head.

The versatile belt that was originally tied inside the suit and filled with various high-tech tactical gadgets has mysteriously disappeared!

Along with the batarangs, micro-bombs, antidotes, and even backup communicators on his belt.

It's all gone!

Bruce's veins bulged on the back of his hand, his eyes fixed on the direction where the smoke dissipated.

The thick smoke in the hall was completely swept away by the supersonic gust of wind.

"Hey, look what good stuff I found!"

A young man with a full head of silver hair was leaning against the counter.

Pietro wore an extremely smug smile, his right hand tossing a black multi-functional tactical belt while his left hand fiddled with a grappling hook gun.

"These days, there are still people who treat this junk as treasure and wear it on their bodies?"

Pietro casually pulled a miniature bomb from a hidden compartment in his belt and tossed it in his hand.

"This amount of explosives couldn't even blast a crack in my sister's magic shield."

Bruce stared intently at Pietro, a storm raging within him.

What level of speed is this?

Wayne Enterprises' motion capture system can't even record afterimages!

If that person hadn't been stealing equipment, but instead had slashed their own neck with a knife...

Bruce broke out in a cold sweat.

When did so many completely unreasonable monsters appear in the central courtyard?!

"Pietro, throw that pile of trash further away, don't get the floor dirty."

Tony rubbed his ears and looked at Bruce with a look of disgust.

"As I just said, this little bat's technology is so outdated it's almost heartbreaking."

Tony stepped forward, snatched the grappling hook gun from Pietro's hand, and examined it closely.

"High-pressure gas driven? The steel wire rope's maximum load capacity is only two tons?"

Tony didn't hold back and started mocking him.

"I could optimize ten versions of this outdated mechanical structure even with my eyes closed and my toes."

"And this smoke grenade, the ingredients are pretty ordinary. Don't you ever consider environmental issues when you go on missions?"

"Yeah, this guy was dressed all mysteriously, but he was carrying nothing but rags," Pietro chimed in, adding fuel to the fire.

"When I ran over there, I thought he was hiding some kind of weapon of mass destruction in his belt."

"It turned out to be nothing but darts and small firecrackers; they couldn't even give me a scratch."

Bruce's face turned ashen as he listened to their mockery.

But he couldn't refute it.

Given the strength the opponent displayed, he certainly had the right to call his equipment rubbish.

"Tony, that's enough, stop making fun of him." Steve walked over and patted Tony on the shoulder.

"Dude, we're not your enemies."

Steve looked at Bruce with a calm gaze.

"We have experienced wars that are more brutal than you can imagine, and we have faced formidable enemies that we could not defeat."

"If you really want to protect this city, put away your pride."

"Protect the city?" Frank sneered. "With his kind of childish game where he doesn't kill anyone?"

He had little interest in opening gashapon machines, so he just watched along with Li Ang.

In his view, Batman belongs to the category of weak righteous heroes.

If Frank had taken matters into his own hands, the Joker would never have had a chance to climb out of the pool.

"I just heard you say that the gang leader named Falcone is dead?"

"Good riddance."

"That kind of scum should have been thrown into a meat grinder long ago."

"If you don't even have the awareness to kill someone, you should go home and take care of your children."

"The bottom line is the only standard that distinguishes us from criminals!" Bruce turned his head and glared at Frank.

"If I cross that line, I'll become a murderer just like them!"

"Alright, everyone, let's give our new guest some face."

Li Ang slowly walked out from behind the counter, a mocking smile on his face as he bit his straw.

As soon as Li Ang spoke, Tony, Pietro, and the others immediately shut their mouths and stepped aside to make way for him.

Bruce keenly noticed this detail.

These unruly and terrifying monsters were actually completely obedient to this Asian youth.

He is the one in control here.

Li Ang walked up to Bruce and looked him up and down in his ill-fitting suit.

"Good evening, Mr. Batman, or should I call you Bruce Wayne?"

Li Ang raised his Coke cup and made a toasting gesture in the air.

Bruce didn't speak, he just stared at him coldly, his muscles still tense.

He was frantically calculating escape routes in his mind.

But the conclusion was zero.

With that silver-haired supersonic kid around, he didn't even have a chance to run to the door.

"Don't be so nervous, this is a legitimate gashapon shop."

Li Ang turned around and casually pointed to the machine that was flashing with colorful lights.

"Didn't you just ask how that madman named Jack became a superhuman?"

Li Ang took a sip of cola, the ice cubes making a crisp clinking sound in the glass.

"The answer is here."

Bruce's gaze followed Li Ang's finger and landed on the extremely incongruous gashapon machine.

A colorful outer shell, a transparent glass cover, and inside are piles of spheres of different sizes.

This looks like just an ordinary children's toy machine.

"Why not give it a try and turn your money power into superpowers!"