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

Li Ang raised the Coke can to the other person in a gesture, and then took a sip.

GG works well.

He glanced at the expressions of the fifty-odd superhumans around him; their pupils were dilated, their breathing rapid, and their fists clenched.

Some people have already taken out their phones and are frantically sending messages.

"Old Liao," Li Ang said into the communicator, "tell those in line ahead that we only have 1,000 rounds available today. Once they're sold out, we're done."

There was silence on the other end of the walkie-talkie.

"Is a thousand rounds enough? There are at least six hundred people lined up outside right now."

"Don't you understand the concept of scarcity marketing?" Li Ang smiled. "If you can't buy it tomorrow, come back tomorrow; if you can't buy it tomorrow, come back the day after."

"Anyway, the decisive battle is in three days, they don't have time to wait."

He turned off the communicator, leaned back against the rock, and looked up at the sky.

The azure sky was cloudless, so clean it seemed unreal.

But Li Ang knew that seventy hours later, a crack would appear in the sky, and hundreds of thousands of black monsters would pour down from the crack.

"You should start making money as early as possible."

He muttered something to himself and shoved the last mouthful of cola into his mouth.

The man with the money was surrounded by a group of people, who bombarded him with all sorts of questions.

"Does it hurt?"

"Can you control yourself when you transform?"

"Is that weakness something you can just exploit by wearing a helmet?"

Qian Chuanzi was completely bewildered by the questions, but he couldn't suppress the smile on his face.

The money I saved from running errands for two years has given me power I never dared to dream of in my entire life.

It was worth it, absolutely worth it.

Outside the sub-venue, the queue surged forward another five meters after seeing the towering column of steam rising from the back mountain.

Some people were making phone calls urging others to send money, some were borrowing money from those around them, and some even slammed their personal religious artifacts on the table and asked Lao Liao if he would accept them as collateral.

Fear is a driving force.

Greed is even more so.

……

That afternoon, the transaction volume at the gashapon sub-venue exceeded twice that of the previous day.

617 regular gacha pulls, 44 intermediate gacha pulls.

On Li Ang's system panel, the value points were jumping rapidly.

Today's revenue: 1.06 million value points

System upgrade progress: 22.4%

8 PM, temporary command post at the back of Longhu Mountain.

Today's meeting is much larger than yesterday's.

The long table was filled with people on both sides...

Tony, Lao Liao, Zhang Zhiwei, Feng Zhenghao, Gong Qing, and even Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing were called over.

Tony stood in front of the holographic map, holding a laser pointer the size of a marker pen, and circled three areas on the map.

"The situation has changed."

He opened the latest data sent by Jarvis, and the deep red countdown timer on the holographic projection was ticking.

【68:12:07】

"The precursor signals of the Parademons appeared in the outer atmosphere four hours earlier than expected, and Jarvis's analysis suggests that they may have landed earlier than anticipated."

Old Liao's face darkened: "How much earlier?"

"The worst-case scenario is twelve hours." Tony threw the laser pointer on the table. "That means our original three days of preparation time might only be reduced to two and a half days."

The meeting room fell silent.

"I've already had people begin adapting the 500 sets of mass-produced armor. All-Knowing has also selected 300 superhumans with flight experience for training on how to wear them, but it's only taken two and a half days..."

Feng Zhenghao put down his thermos and broke the silence.

"That's enough," Tony interrupted him. "Jarvis's subroutines will assist with the controls. They only need to learn three things... take off, aim, and fire."

"The problem isn't in the air," Zhang Zhiwei said, leaning back in his chair with his eyes closed. "The problem is on the ground."

"That kid who turned into a giant today, you did it on purpose, didn't you?"

The old celestial master opened one eye and looked at Li Ang.

"What do you mean by 'deliberately'? They spent 100,000 yuan to draw the numbers fairly and justly."

Li Ang was stuffing potato chips into his mouth when he heard this and paused for a moment.

"I'm not talking about him." Zhang Zhiwei sat up straight. "I'm talking about you using him to spread the news."

"This afternoon, I received more than forty calls just from people asking me about gashapon (gacha) toys, including three from overseas supernatural organizations."

Li Ang put down the bag of potato chips and patted the crumbs off his hands.

"Isn't that great?"

"The more people there are, the more will be able to stand on the battlefield in three days."

Zhang Zhiwei snorted and didn't reply.

He wasn't unaware of Li Ang's meaning, but the idea of ​​a merchant frantically selling goods before the apocalypse was unsettling no matter how you looked at it.

Even if the outcome is indeed good.

"The old master is overthinking it."

Gong Qing pushed up his glasses, his voice neither warm nor cold.

"What you get from a gashapon machine is entirely up to luck. Anyone would spend 100,000 yuan for a chance to change their fate."

"Moreover..." Gong Qing's lips twitched slightly, "Even without the Giant's Power, how many of the six hundred-plus people present today could resist the urge to slap him?"

"Yesterday's presentation was enough."

That's a very straightforward statement.

Fear plus greed is the best sales combination.

Li Ang didn't even have to push anything; the customers just flocked over on their own.

"Alright, let's not argue about this anymore." Tony steered the conversation back on track. "The key is the setup of the ground defenses."

He marked the area within 30 kilometers of the landing point on the holographic map and circled it with a red dotted line.

"This area is a buffer zone for civilian evacuation. Jarvis calculated that with the current transportation capacity, a maximum of 1.4 million people can be evacuated within 48 hours."

"There are still 600,000 that can't be evacuated," Lao Liao added.

"Yes." Tony's gaze swept across the faces of everyone present. "So I need a ground team specifically responsible for deploying defenses around the landing site to prevent any Parademons from breaking through into the civilian area."

How many people?

Wang Ye finally spoke; he was unusually quiet today.

"At least two hundred people, and they must be Inhumans capable of withstanding the combat power of a single Parademon." Tony held up two fingers. "Ordinary level won't do; they must at least be at the level of yesterday's top one hundred."

"What about those who bought gashapon toys today but haven't had a chance to practice yet?" Zhuge Qing asked.

"Throw them to the second line," Tony answered decisively. "The first line of defense can't have any weak links. If one person collapses, it's a breach, and a breach means tens of thousands of civilians will be infected."

"That fat guy who drew the Giant's Power today," Gong Qing suddenly interjected, "he could make it to the top tier."

Everyone present looked at him.

"A giant's 15-meter height makes him the perfect human shield."

"Perfect for plugging the gap."

Gong Qing pushed up his glasses, the reflection from the lenses obscuring his eyes.

"He only awakened a few hours ago. It would be terrible if he were assimilated." Old Liao frowned.

"Three days is enough for training." Gong Qing's tone was as calm as if he were talking about what to eat today. "It's just giant transformation, so the control threshold shouldn't be high. I saw that his consciousness was very clear after transforming, so there is no risk of him going out of control."

"Moreover, his size standing on the defensive line is enough to make other defenders feel much more at ease."