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

Rocket crouched in front of the holographic screen, its paws swiping through the data stream, a half-eaten potato chip dangling from its mouth, muttering something indistinctly.

Groot stood behind him, holding a bag of potato chips in both hands, occasionally offering a chip to Rocket's mouth.

"This piece of junk looks ten times more disgusting than the most complex Sovereign defense network I've ever dismantled."

Rocket spat out the potato chip crumbs and scratched the back of his head.

"Can it be broken?" Steve walked over.

"Nonsense, give me time, there's nothing Rocket Raccoon can't take down."

Rocket thumped his chest, baring his fangs.

"However, I need Tony's cooperation. My computing power alone isn't enough. I need to borrow his Jarvis..."

"I am Groot."

"Yeah, Groot is right, you really should swallow the chips in your mouth before you speak," Rocket added.

Just as Jian was about to speak, a short electronic beep came from behind the counter.

All eyes turned to Li Ang at the same time.

Li Ang was leaning against the counter, flipping through a comic book he'd gotten from who-knows-where, when he heard the buzzing sound. He closed the book and turned to look at a thin screen embedded in the wall.

The screen was usually not very bright, and no one had ever paid attention to it.

At this moment, a set of red data is flashing on the screen, the number is rising wildly, refreshing three or four times per second.

"Oh?"

Li Ang leaned forward, supporting himself on the counter, and his lips curled up two millimeters.

"We've got a job."

"What kind of work?" Pietro leaned closer, craning his neck.

Li Ang ignored him and slid his finger across the edge of the screen.

Screen switch.

A panoramic view of Gotham City filled the entire screen, with the city's outline appearing and disappearing in the rain and mist.

But what truly made everyone hold their breath was the rapidly spreading purplish-red halo in the very center of the image.

A halo spreads outward from the top floor of a building in downtown Gotham City. With each expansion, the heat source signal within the covered area changes from orange-red to gray-white.

One by one.

Large swaths of land turned gray.

"This means... the life signs have disappeared?"

Jane's bracelet automatically synchronized the screen data, and the holographic projection displayed a rapidly decreasing curve.

"It didn't disappear," Li Ang corrected.

He magnified a small area at the edge of the halo.

As the camera zoomed in, everyone saw the scene on the street.

A police car was parked crookedly on the side of the road with its door half open.

There was no one in the driver's seat.

But on the seat was a small plastic doll, about the size of a palm, dressed in a miniature Gotham police uniform, its hat askew, its expression frozen in terror.

"It has been turned into a toy."

Wanda's voice was very low.

"The entire area's inhabitants...were all turned into toys?"

Li Ang did not answer her, but instead zoomed in on the image and switched to another location.

Arkham Asylum.

The gates of Gotham's most notorious asylum for mentally ill criminals were wide open, the iron bars blown into a twisted shape from the inside.

In the courtyard, a dozen or so dolls dressed in orange prison uniforms were neatly arranged, each only the size of a finger.

Their faces... are moving.

Its shrunken features were contorted, its mouth opening and closing in a silent scream.

"Alive." Doctor Strange's Adam's apple bobbed. "Conscious, but sealed inside a toy."

"Dreadful." Darcy took a half step back. "This is more disgusting than a horror movie."

The scene continues to pan.

On the ruins of the main building of the mental hospital, a green-haired figure sat leisurely on the edge of the collapsed water tower, his legs dangling in the air.

clown.

He was holding a cardboard box filled with small dolls of various colors.

He picked one up from the box, examined it for a couple of seconds, and then casually tossed it into a larger cardboard box next to him. Sorting.

He is sorting.

"The Riddler... well, he talks too much, put him on the left."

"Two-faced...too slow to make decisions, left side."

"The scarecrow... never mind, the theme of fear is too old-fashioned, let's go to the left."

After throwing away the last one, the clown stood up from the water tower and dusted off his backside.

He took out a walkie-talkie and pressed the call button.

"Coport".

"Boss!" came Cobblestone's stammering voice from the walkie-talkie, "East District cleared! Three hundred and seventeen people turned into toys! As you said, the bad guys are all packed up!"

"Excellent!"

The Joker tucked the walkie-talkie back into his belt and looked up at the gray sky over Gotham.

Rain lashed his pale face, trickling down the red scar at the corner of his mouth.

He spread his arms and spun around in the rain.

"Dear citizens."

His voice wasn't loud, but somehow it covered half of Gotham's broadcasting system.

"You have suffered."

"Drug dealers, human traffickers, gang thugs, corrupt police officers, judges who take bribes..."

"Those people you used to be afraid of are now in my pocket."

"From today onwards, there will be no more gunshots in Gotham."

"There will be no more fighting."

"No more children will be snatched in the alleys."

"Because all bad people will turn into cute little toys."

He lowered his head, and a twisted tenderness appeared on his face, which had been reshaped by chemical waste.

"Welcome to..."

"Eternal Paradise".

In the living room of the gashapon shop, everyone stared at the screen, and no one spoke.

Drax broke the silence: "What he said seems to make some sense? Turning bad guys into toys, without killing anyone, without pain..."

"Are you serious?" Pietro glared at him.

"I just feel..."

"He changed the common people too." Jane pointed to the data in the lower left corner of the screen, "Within the area covered by the halo, the transformed targets are not distinguished as good or bad; everyone has become a toy."

"Some areas have begun to recover." Li Ang moved the progress bar on the screen. "He's filtering, keeping those he considers bad guys in toy mode and releasing the rest."

"Who gave him the power to decide who the bad guys are?" Steve's voice turned somber.

"Same question." Li Ang turned around and held up his index finger to Steve. "You asked me that last time."

"My last answer to you was—this is not your universe."

"My answer was the same this time."

Steve's jaw muscles tensed, but he ultimately didn't speak again.

The data on the screen is still climbing.

The number of people converted jumped from a few hundred to several thousand, and the radius of the purplish-red halo continued to expand.

"The system estimates that, at the current rate of spread, it will cover the entire Gotham City in six hours."

Li Ang glanced at the data and muttered something under his breath.

"The degree of fate's deviation continues to rise..."

Li Ang tapped on the counter, his smile impossible to hide.

A new notification pops up in the bottom right corner of the screen.

[High-dimensional energy collision precursor detected... Target locked: Gotham City Hall direction.]

The screen automatically redirects.

In the plaza in front of Gotham City Hall, a black figure stood at the top of the steps through the rain.

The cloak was filled with wind, its outline clearly visible.

batman.