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

The laughter of the entire sect hasn't stopped yet, and there are still many gashapon capsules waiting to be opened.

Bruce Wayne emerged from the shadows.

He watched the entire process of drawing all 138 gashapon capsules, the miniature nuclear bomb, the two-dimensional foil fragments, and the storage bag that could only hold a city.

As an ordinary person without superpowers, his mentality was greatly impacted.

"Li Ang".

Wayne's voice came from the side of the stage, and everyone's eyes turned to him.

In the darkness, Batman wasn't wearing his suit, but just a casual black outfit.

Even so, his predator-like aura still made those around him unconsciously make way for him.

"I need to discuss a business deal."

Wayne walked up to Li Ang and spoke a beat faster than usual.

"I thought you would wait and see for three more rounds."

Li Ang held his teacup and turned his head to look at him.

"There's no time."

"During the first counterattack, all thirteen of us almost perished on Apokolips."

Wayne's gaze swept over Clark, who was being helped up in the distance, and over Banner and Thor, who were covered in scorch marks.

"The enemy's combat strength exceeded expectations, and Graven's energy level far exceeded intelligence."

"Next time I go in, if I don't have enough individual combat strength..."

He paused for a moment.

"I will be a burden."

These words, coming from Batman, carry immense weight.

It's important to know that Bruce Wayne never admitted to being a weakling.

He is proud of using human wisdom to compensate for the lack of superpowers.

But today, facing an adversary of the scale of Apokolips, wisdom and strategy need a vehicle.

"Where's your Galaxy Spark?" Li Ang asked, puzzled.

Wayne took a silver short stick from his waist.

"The problem with the Galactic Spark is that it needs a medium to unleash its full potential."

"To put it bluntly, the forms I can transform into are only the basic version; the ceiling is too low."

"But what if there is a second will that resonates with me..."

Li Ang put down his teacup.

"You want to combine and transform?"

"Yes." Wayne's expression was complicated, and his lips even twitched slightly.

"I need that madman."

Li Ang paused for a second, then laughed.

He was laughing so hard he almost spilled his teacup.

"Bruce Wayne, the mastermind behind the Justice League, the Dark Knight of Gotham, actually volunteered to merge with the Joker?"

"When did your relationship become so good?"

Wayne's temple throbbed.

"This isn't about whether we're on good terms or not." His voice was icy cold. "That madman possesses the Dark Spark; he's the only one who can enhance my strength."

Li Ang suppressed his smile, but the joy in his eyes was impossible to hide.

He turned to look at Loki, who was in the corner fighting Pikachu for popcorn.

"Huh?" Loki looked up, his mouth full of popcorn.

"Go and bring the clown here. I've added a layer of protection to you; he can't turn you into a toy."

Loki's eyes lit up at the words, and he suddenly stood up, scattering popcorn all over the floor.

"You finally remembered me!" His voice trembled with excitement. "I told you, that clown is a genius performer! The last time I saw him, he was..."

"Stop talking nonsense and go get them," Li Ang interrupted him. "Use the teleportation portal. Within three minutes."

"Yes, sir." Loki snapped his fingers, and a crack appeared in the air as golden-green light tore through it.

"Wait," Wayne called out to him.

"Just tell him Batman invited him to fight, that's enough."

Loki's lips curled into a smile.

"This is more romantic than a love letter." He crawled into the crevice, his voice fading into the distance.

Li Ang watched Wayne's retreating figure and swirled his teacup.

Are you sure you can control him?

"I couldn't control myself." Wayne's answer was unexpectedly honest.

"But on the battlefield, I don't need to control him; I just need to give him an enemy."

"That madman's greatest skill is turning all order into ruins."

"And Apokolips is precisely the perfect target."

Li Ang let out a meaningful sigh.

Batman uses the Joker as a weapon.

Just imagining this scene is outrageous enough.

Loki's efficiency exceeded everyone's expectations.

It didn't take him three minutes.

The portal tore open less than ninety seconds after it opened.

A burst of golden-green light exploded in front of the podium, accompanied by a piercing, manic laugh that sent chills down one's spine.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The laughter echoed through the entire valley behind Longhu Mountain, bouncing back and forth between the mountain walls.

The Allied soldiers, who were resting, all raised their heads.

Tony's expression instantly turned three degrees uglier.

Natasha instinctively gripped the weapon at her waist.

Emerging from the portal was a tall, thin man with messy, upright green hair and an exaggerated red smile painted on his pale face.

He was wearing a purple three-piece suit, the gold buttons on the cuffs reflecting shimmering light in the moonlight.

clown.

Gotham's nightmare, the Wayne family's archenemy, and a performance artist in the criminal underworld.

"Batman!" The Joker landed and immediately spread his arms, spinning around in Wayne's direction. "You missed me! You finally missed me!"

"I knew you couldn't live without me!"

The surrounding supernatural beings all retreated.

The insane aura this guy exudes is incredibly intimidating.

This oppressive force has nothing to do with strength; it is purely a form of spiritual pollution.

Wayne stood still, watching the Joker hop and leap towards him.

"stop."

The clown really stopped.

He stopped three steps away from Wayne, tilted his head, and licked the red paint from the corner of his mouth.

"The rules remain the same." Wayne's voice was devoid of warmth.

"Wait a minute, I have a question." The Joker raised his hand. "You called me here to fight, right? Who are we going to fight? How long will it last? Are there any spectators?"

"Fight aliens until you win, and the audience is the entire universe."

The clown's smile froze for a second, then spread to his ears.

"Bruce," his voice suddenly softened, "this is the best gift you've ever given me."

……

"Hey, interested in making a deal?"

Tony, who was in the distance, suddenly spoke up, asking the Quanxing group who were opening gashapon machines.

"What kind of deal?"

Gong Qing looked at the gashapon in his hand with a puzzled expression and some caution.

"You have no use for these materials you extracted, so why don't you sell them to me?"

"These are special metal fragments, remnants of the Arc Reactor, and some interstellar alloy scrap."

I want it all.

"sure."

The transaction was completed within ten minutes.

Quanxing had no interest in those scraps; Gong Qing only cared about explosive and spatial weapons.

As for metal fragments and Arc Reactor waste...

That's an engineer's toy, not a killer's weapon.

Tony spent eight million value points to buy all the materials in one package.

"It's time for me to upgrade Kamen Rider Stark!"