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

"While the maximum value of regular gacha is not stable, when the quantity is large enough, it can yield a large number of basic equipment, special materials, low-level items, and items with abnormal functions."

Bruce ignored Tony's teasing and looked at the two of them seriously.

"You want to build a defensive line using a large number of low-level items, not to make each one strong, but to cover a wide area."

Cyborg immediately understood his meaning and a plan automatically formed in his mind.

"The Joker's Hobby Fruit proved the risks of a single high-level ability, and Darkseid also proved the oppression of a higher-dimensional enemy."

Bruce nodded. "Gotham can't just wait for some hero to save the day."

"I like hearing that, but I have to remind you that half of the regular gashapon toys are probably useless rubber ducks."

Tony crossed his arms and looked at him, offering a serious reminder.

"Rubber ducks can also be studied." Bruce looked at Li Ang. "As long as it comes from various worlds, it may contain materials or rules that do not exist in this world."

A smile appeared on Li Ang's face. "You've matured very quickly."

"After the Joker gained his powers, he has been chasing after disasters."

Bruce spoke in a deep voice, his tone tinged with helplessness.

"Darkseid confirmed one thing for me today: I can't just fix the vulnerabilities; I have to build the wall ahead of time."

After those words were spoken, no one in the bat cave laughed anymore.

Clark looked at Bruce. "How much are you planning to buy?"

Bruce didn't hesitate. "The first batch: 10,000 regular gashapon capsules."

"One hundred million US dollars, little bat, you're finally acting like a big shot."

Tony raised an eyebrow in agreement.

Bruce looked at Tony, "Wayne Group can add more."

"Don't be like that, are you trying to argue with me about who's the richest person?" Tony clicked his tongue.

Li Ang put down the cola. "Wholesale of regular gashapon toys is fine, but two clauses of the agency agreement need to be changed."

Bruce's eyes flickered. "Which two?"

"First, the gashapon products belong to you, but you are not allowed to reverse-locate the Gashapon Shop of the Heavens."

Li Ang held up one finger.

Bruce didn't agree immediately because he did originally intend to do something bad in secret.

"Bat, there are boundaries to doing business. You can doubt me, but don't put a listening device in my sugar bowl."

Li Ang looked at him, his tone still light and cheerful.

Tony immediately added, "He's right, you really need to change that habit."

Bruce paused for a second, then said, "Okay."

Li Ang raised his second finger. "Secondly, all life forms, intelligent items, and contractual items obtained from gashapon machines shall not be treated as assets by the Wayne Group."

Bruce answered quickly this time, "Agreed."

Li Ang nodded. "Very good. There's one small issue before the contract is finalized."

Bruce's eyes darkened slightly. "What's the problem?"

Li Ang smiled and said, "You need to pay a deposit first."

Tony immediately laughed, "Great! I love this kind of straightforward, commercially effective attack."

"Ah Fu, transfer the Wayne Group's offshore account to pay 100 million US dollars to the All-Heavens Gashapon Shop for the purchase."

Bruce looked at Alfred's remote channel.

"Young Master Bruce, I must remind you,"

The old butler's steady voice came through the communication.

"You've already burned down an experimental area, three Batmobiles, and two drones tonight."

Bruce remained expressionless. "Put it in the books."

"Of course, young master. Anyway, the Wayne family ancestors probably never imagined that their money would be used to buy gashapon toys."

Alfred paused for a moment, his tone tinged with a hint of mockery.

Li Ang snapped his fingers in satisfaction, and an oversized, brightly colored gashapon machine immediately appeared in the center of the Bat Cave, its bright surface completely out of place with the surrounding dark atmosphere.

Barry looked at the machine. "Why does it look so happy?"

Hal clutched his chest. "Because it just made a hundred million."

"This is the wholesale version? You still have this?" Tony circled the gashapon machine.

Li Ang spread his hands and said, "Customer demand drives product upgrades."

"All of these gashapon capsules have been registered, categorized, sealed, and tested. Any dangerous items will be given to Cyborg and Tony for evaluation first."

Bruce walked up to the gashapon machine, his black cloak hanging down his back. He didn't reach out to twist it, but instead looked at everyone around him.

"It has absolutely no soul of a lottery," Pietro muttered under his breath.

"This isn't a game," Bruce turned to look at him. "This is preparation for war."

Pietro was taken aback by his gaze and, unusually, refrained from making any further sarcastic remarks.

The first batch of gashapon capsules rolled out quickly, a total of one hundred, and were sent to the sorting table by the robotic arm.

Bruce opened the first one, inside was a roll of high-temperature resistant nano-bandage, the instructions of which stated that it could withstand temperatures of 3,000 degrees Celsius and automatically stop bleeding.

Tony nodded in agreement. "Not bad, at least it's not a duck."

"But do people who can withstand 3000 degrees Celsius need bandages to stop the bleeding?"

The second one is a portable anti-gravity ground spike that can create a brief anti-gravity field within a ten-meter range.

SteelBone immediately categorized it as an urban evacuation tool.

The third button was a red one that read "Do Not Press," and everyone fell silent.

Tony looked at Leon and asked, "What happens when you press this?"

Li Ang glanced at the instructions, "Randomly play a background music that will make both sides feel awkward."

Bruce placed it in the low-risk entertainment interference category without the slightest hesitation.

Of the 100 stones used, only nine are actually usable in combat.

There are as many as forty-seven items in the categories of assistance, rescue, reconnaissance, and blockade.

"It's not useless just because it exists."

Looking at the classification results, Bruce's suppressed emotions finally eased a little.

Tony nodded. "With enough quantity, even garbage can create engineering miracles."

"If all 10,000 rounds are classified, we can establish a multi-layered defense network, which will at least make it difficult for Parademon to launch a large-scale airborne attack."

Cyborg transmits the data to the bat computer, using divergent thinking to calculate the optimal use of each gadget.

"This will change a lot of things."

Clark looked at the strange little things on the sorting table.

It must be said that the world has changed a lot since he came back from the dead.

It gave him the feeling that he had entered a dream world.

Bruce spoke in a deep voice, "Things have changed."

Li Ang stood up, preparing to put away the contract, when the amber hexagonal core suddenly flashed on Tony's side.

Tony's armor alarm went off instantly. "Jarvis, what's going on?"

"Sir, the residual data in the master box analysis is showing abnormal fluctuations, and the frequency is not in accordance with the standard protocol of Apokolips."

Jarvis's response was a beat too slow.

The steel-boned mechanical eye suddenly looked at the screen, where all the data turned black and white, and a string of incomplete formulas appeared in the middle.

"Impossible, that's what Darkseid has been looking for all along."

When Big Badah saw the formula, she took a half step back, her voice trembling.

Bruce stared at the screen. "What's that?"

"The Anti-Life Equation".