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

Gotham City.

Li Ang appeared at the corner of Fifth Avenue.

He walked slowly along the sidewalk with his hands in his pockets.

The city has changed.

The last time I came, the streets were covered with broken glass and graffiti, and the trash cans were always full.

Every two hundred meters you can see people doing shady business in the alley.

It's different now.

The streets were excessively clean.

Not a single cigarette butt could be found in the cracks between the bricks of the sidewalk, and neatly trimmed green belts lined the streetlights. There were even people walking their dogs in the park in the center of the street.

But these are not the most eye-catching.

The most eye-catching thing is the dolls that are everywhere on the street.

Two teddy bears sat on a bench by the roadside, dressed in suits with neatly tied ties, their glass eyes reflecting the light under the streetlights.

Three marionettes squatted by the flower bed, their hands and feet in the posture of watering flowers, covered with a thin layer of dust.

In the coffee shop window, a row of plush toys sits neatly in front of the bar, each with a mini coffee cup in front of it.

Passersby walked past these dolls without changing their expressions.

No one stopped to watch, no one took pictures, and no one even glanced at it.

It seems like they've long been used to it.

Li Ang bent down and approached a teddy bear, tilting his head to examine it for two seconds.

"Wow, isn't this Falcone's second-in-command?"

He straightened up and continued walking forward.

The sky over Gotham was unusually clear, and the sunlight shone on the glass curtain walls of the office buildings, refracting into dazzling fragments of light.

A modified black van drove up from the end of the street, with two giant speakers mounted on its roof, playing the same recording on a loop.

"Vote for the Penguin! Gotham needs Mr. Cobblestone for its future!"

"The Penguin Election Alliance, sincerely at your service!"

"Vote for the Penguin and make Gotham safer!"

The van was covered in campaign posters, in which Copeport was wearing a smart black suit, his hair was slicked back, and he was grinning with a face full of wrinkles.

Li Ang watched the bread truck drive past, its exhaust fumes carrying the smell of campaign flyers.

"A penguin as mayor?"

He pulled a bag of potato chips from his pocket, tore it open, and started crunching away.

"Gotham is getting more and more interesting."

Li Ang walked three more blocks north along Fifth Avenue.

After finishing his potato chips, he crumpled the empty bag into a ball and threw it into a trash can by the roadside.

It's rare to find a clean trash can in Gotham, so I have to give it a try.

The roar of propellers overhead filled the air.

Three police helicopters streaked across the horizon with searchlights trailing behind them, the beams of light sweeping across the spire of the Wayne Tower.

Li Ang looked up and saw the firelight flickering on the Wayne Tower helipad, with faint sounds of metal clashing and screams coming from within.

Wow, this is getting lively.

……

The Vyrn Tower, top-floor helipad.

The clown stood at the edge of the platform, with the puppet soldiers beside him waving their limbs stiffly and their mouths opening and closing, making comical chirping sounds.

Five minutes ago, this was Wayne Group's security chief.

"Change!"

The clown tapped the forehead of the fourth tactical team member who lunged at him with his right index finger.

puff.

The burly man, who was 1.85 meters tall, shrunk to a mere 20 centimeters tall tin soldier and crashed onto the floor with a thud, his limbs clicking and creaking as he mechanically stood at attention.

"Too ugly." The clown tilted his head and looked at it for two seconds, then kicked the tin soldier into a corner. "The expression isn't vivid enough. Go back to the drawing board."

Penguin Cobblestone was crouching behind a ventilation duct in the center of the tarmac, his short, fat body huddled up, his top hat askew on the back of his head.

"Boss, can we head out now? Batman'll be back soon!"

Copeport's voice trembled violently, and his round face was covered in sweat.

"Leave?" The Joker turned around, the red smile lines that stretched from his pale face to his ears spreading out. "Copperpott, didn't you see? The guests have arrived."

Cobo followed the Joker's gaze and looked up at the sky.

Two people are suspended 30 meters above the Tower of Wayne.

The woman on the left was clad in dark red armor, her long hair billowing in the night wind, and she held a golden rope in her right hand.

The Greek-style arm and leg guards shimmer with Amazonian patterns.

Wonder Woman, Diana Prince.

The man on the right was enveloped in a layer of emerald green light. He wore a green ring on the ring finger of his right hand, and the light from the ring solidified into a giant shield, blocking the two of them.

Green Lantern, Hal Jordan.

"Jack Napier," Diana's voice descended from the sky, steady and powerful, "the chaos you've created in Gotham has lasted far too long."

"Oh?" The clown made an exaggerated face, reached into his ear, and said, "What did you say? The wind is too strong, I can't hear you."

"You can hear me clearly."

Diana untied the Lasso of Truth from her waist, and the golden rope swung in the air in a perfect arc before snapping into a steel pillar at the edge of the helipad.

She used the momentum to swing down, her armored boots striking the concrete and creating a spiderweb-like crack.

The clown licked his lips and suddenly reached out with his right hand to grab Diana.

The transformative power of the Childlike Fruit gathers at your fingertips; it only takes a touch of your skin…

hum!

Diana's arm guards crossed to parry, sparks flying everywhere.

The clown's fingertips were less than a centimeter from her forearm, but were forcefully repelled by the divine power emanating from the arm guard.

"Contact-type ability." Diana took a step back, making a quick judgment. "Jordan, don't land."

"You don't need to remind me."

Hal Jordan hovered in mid-air, the light from his Green Lantern ring surging, condensing into a three-meter-long emerald fist that crashed down from the sky towards the Joker.

boom!

The concrete on the helipad crumbled in a ring. The clown dodged to the side, his steps frantic as he hopped and skipped through the rubble.

"Too slow! Too slow!"

He stretched out his hands toward the sky, his ten fingers spread out, and dark purple fruit patterns appeared on his skin.

But Hal was flying at an altitude of thirty meters.

Thirty meters.

The Hobby-Hobby Fruit's power requires physical contact to take effect. But these two in front of us—one has armored arm guards that prevent skin contact, and the other doesn't even bother to come down from the ground.

The clown's hand froze in mid-air, and the red smile line that stretched to his ear twitched slightly.

He can't touch those who are flying.

"trouble."

The Joker withdrew his hand, pointed to Hal Jordan in the sky, then to Diana in front of him, and his tone suddenly became serious for two seconds.

"Are all superheroes like this? Fighting without touching the ground? You know that's incredibly rude?"

"I surrender, Napier." Diana raised the lasso, golden light shimmering between her fingers.

"The word 'surrender' isn't in my dictionary." The clown reached into his pocket and pulled out a handful of colorful marbles.

He scattered the marbles on the ground.

Ding ding ding ding.

The moment the marbles hit the ground, they expanded and deformed, exploding into two-meter-tall rag doll soldiers with a crackling sound.

More than twenty puppets, wielding wooden spears and plastic shields, stood in unison in front of the clown.

"Brothers, protect Lord Joker!"