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

"Jack, an ordinary gashapon machine, took a Devil Fruit from me."

"It was that fruit that gave him the conceptual power to turn living people into toys."

Bruce clenched his fists.

It turns out that the source of this disaster in Gotham was in the hands of this very person!

"Do you know how many people he killed with that kind of power? He wiped out the entire Falcone family!"

Bruce questioned sharply.

"So what?"

Li Ang shrugged nonchalantly.

"I'm just a businessman. I sell goods. Whether the buyer uses them to save lives or kill people is their own business."

Leon took a half step closer and looked directly into Bruce's eyes.

"Besides, a gangster like Falcone doesn't deserve to die, does he?"

Bruce was speechless at those words. He adhered to his principle of not killing, but Falcone was indeed extremely guilty.

Instead of questioning me here, think about how you're going to deal with the Joker right now.

Li Ang turned around and patted the outer shell of the gashapon machine.

"Your proud technology is utterly vulnerable in the face of that conceptual power."

"You can't even beat the employees in my shop, so what makes you think you can save your rotten Gotham?"

These words struck Bruce right where it hurt; he had just experienced that feeling of powerlessness.

Technology has its limits, but the Joker's power has none.

"For just $10,000, you can get a basic gacha pull."

Li Ang's voice was full of bewitching magic.

"This contains the power of all the heavens and myriad worlds, bloodlines capable of shattering a planet with a single punch, and magical artifacts that defy the laws of physics."

"If you're lucky enough, you won't need this technology that's a hundred years behind."

Li Ang returned to the counter and placed the Coke cup on the table.

"Now, Mr. Batman."

"Are you planning to continue sending your pile of junk to the clown's head, or will you choose to fight magic with magic?"

All eyes were on Bruce.

Bruce stood there, his mind racing as he weighed the pros and cons.

Reason told him that this unknown power was extremely dangerous, perhaps even more terrifying than the Joker.

But the reality is, he had no other choice.

The Joker is now a completely unpredictable madman.

If he adheres to the rule of not killing, he will most likely be turned into a toy in close combat.

Gotham needs someone who can quell this madness.

The image of toys scattered all over the Falcone Manor flashed through my mind.

Those once-arrogant gang leaders have become teddy bears, wind-up frogs, and nutcrackers.

That eerie scene was more despairing than any bloody massacre.

If the Joker used that power on the civilians of Gotham.

The entire city will be filled with plastic toys overnight.

He, the Dark Knight of Gotham, wasn't even qualified to stop the Joker.

hum!

Suddenly, a light shone from the corner of the room.

Everyone turned to look and saw a blue light appear in front of Barton.

"Barton, your safety net is out, you old bastard?"

Tony leaned closer, a look of interest on his face.

Barton ignored Tony's teasing and looked curiously at the driver in his hand.

A heavy-duty drive resembling a pistol and a dark blue key with a wolf head pattern appeared in his hand.

[Shooting Ascension Key] and [Assault Wolf Program Ascension Key].

"What's this toy gun?" Pietro leaned closer, ready to touch it.

"Don't touch it," Patton warned in a deep voice, fastening the firing sublimator to his waist with his other hand.

"Sizzle..."

Metal straps automatically extend from the connection point, securing his waist tightly.

Patton pressed the button on top of the Assault Wolf key.

"Assault bullets!"

Electronic sound effects filled the entire gashapon shop.

As the sound effect played, Patton forced the key into the slot of the shooting sublimator.

"Henshin!"

He whispered and pulled the trigger.

"Shooting upgrade!"

A massive, deep blue energy projectile shot out from the gun barrel, exploding in mid-air and turning into countless fragments of armor.

These fragments, as if possessing a life of their own, flew back towards Barton.

Accompanied by the sickening clanging of metal machinery, a set of heavy mechanical armor, interwoven with deep blue and silver, covered his entire body.

The chest armor resembled a roaring mechanical wolf, its compound eyes flashing with a scarlet light.

"Attacking Wolves!"

The airflow swept outwards from Barton, and Pietro, who was closest, was pushed back three steps by the blast, almost falling to the ground.

"Damn it!" Pietro steadied himself, patting his chest. "Where did this old guy get this terrifying aura?"

Barton clenched his fists, feeling the surging power within him.

He suddenly turned around and punched the force-measuring steel plate in the corner of the gashapon shop.

boom!

A muffled sonic boom echoed through the air, and the thick special steel plate was smashed into a dent half a meter deep, with the metal edges showing signs of tearing.

"Purely mechanical power, without any magical fluctuations."

Tony's tactical goggles flashed blue light wildly as he circled Patton twice, his eyes burning with fervor.

"This Kamen Rider set's defensive capabilities are conservatively estimated to be able to withstand large-caliber armor-piercing rounds, and... this thing even has a built-in neural network fire control lock-on system?"

"Not only that."

Patton swung his right arm, and a rifle appeared in his hand.

"My dynamic vision has been enhanced by at least ten times. Now I can lock onto a hundred moving targets in one second."

"If I were to encounter a vision like Loki's again, I could simply blast the entire area to smithereens."

He turned to look at Bruce, his compound eyes flashing with a cold light.

Under this undisguised aura of rage, Bruce's muscles tensed, and his breath caught in his throat for a moment.

This suit of armor... completely overturned his understanding.

While Wayne Group's technology is far ahead of the rest of the world, it is still limited by the existing materials science and energy volume on Earth.

In order to achieve flexibility, his Batsuit had to sacrifice armor thickness.

In order to achieve stealth, heavy firepower had to be abandoned.

But the armor set in front of us, called "Assault Wolf," not only has tank-like defense, but also terrifying explosive power, and before deployment, it is so small that it can be put in a pocket!

What's even more terrifying is that this was just something you got from a regular gashapon machine.

"Goodness."

Li Ang sat behind the counter, biting a straw and mumbling indistinctly.

"If this keeps up, you might as well change your name to Midgard Kamen Rider Alliance."

"Sounds good." Tony stroked his chin.

"At least it's cooler than that lousy name Fury gave me."

Bruce's gaze was fixed on Barton, whose blue heavy armor seemed to possess some kind of deadly magic.

If he could possess that power...