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

"Aaaaaah!"

Kalibak's screams echoed across Gotham Square.

The dignified vanguard officer of Apokolips is currently experiencing the most terrifying torment of his long life.

His prized Mother Box armor is losing its metallic luster at a visible rate.

Instead, it has a cheap, comical plastic texture.

This transformation begins with the faceplate and spreads down the neck.

"Get out of here! Get out of here!"

Kalibak frantically waved his thick arms, trying to shake the clown clinging to him off.

But the Joker was like a leech, stuck to his breastplate.

"Hey, big guy, don't move around!"

The clown's fingers were pressed tightly against the plastic armor, and an extremely exaggerated, fanatical smile appeared on his face.

"If the transformation process is interrupted, you might turn into a monster that's half plastic and half flesh."

"But that seems quite artistic, doesn't it?"

Kalibak's movements grew increasingly sluggish as he raised the barbed mace, intending to smash it into his own chest.

But as soon as he raised his wrist above his head, his entire right arm turned into a bright yellow plastic tube.

The joints made a clicking, mechanical grinding sound.

"Dissad! Help me!"

Kalibak finally felt fear and roared at the holographic projection in mid-air.

Disadard's projection hovered in mid-air, his face distorted.

"waste!"

Dessard cursed and yanked his hands out of his sleeves.

He attempted to forcibly sever the bond between the Mother Box and Kalibak via a remote connection from Apokolips.

Even if it means Kalibak's death here, we cannot allow Apokolips' technology to be corrupted by this strange power.

"Want to disconnect from the internet? Too late."

Tony stood on the collapsed lamppost, frantically typing on the holographic keyboard with one hand.

"Jarvis, use the high-dimensional information noise you just collected to add some noise to Apokolips's long-range signal."

"Yes, sir, the information jamming wall has been set up."

In mid-air, Desard's projection instantly became blurry, flickering with static.

"Indigenous people, how dare you..."

Dessard's voice was intermittent, like an old radio with a poor signal.

"Shut up, old man."

Pietro transformed into a silver lightning bolt and circled Kalibak twice.

He even had the leisure to stop and take a picture of Kalibak's face, which was now half plastic.

"If this photo is posted online, it will definitely go viral."

The center of the battlefield.

Kalibak's legs had completely lost sensation.

His massive body crashed to the ground, smashing a pile of wind-up frogs.

"No... Lord Darkseid..."

These were the last words Kalibak left in this world.

As the clown's fingers tapped his forehead one last time.

despair.

The crisp sound echoed in the night sky.

The entire square fell silent instantly.

You could hear a pin drop.

The three-meter-tall war behemoth that was just rampaging has vanished.

Instead, there was a small, palm-sized plastic wind-up toy.

That was a gorilla.

Wearing a miniature spiked helmet and holding a plastic spiked club.

A conspicuous brass wind-up key was stuck in the back.

The funniest thing is that the wind-up gorilla's arms are uncontrollably raised, mechanically pounding its chest.

dong dong dong.

It made a hollow, plastic-like clanging sound.

Hal hovered in mid-air, the green light energy in his hand dispersing and gathering again, gathering and dispersing again.

He glanced at the wind-up gorilla on the ground, then at the clown beside him, whose face was contorted with fervor.

"this one?"

Hal turned to look at Bruce, his voice hoarse.

"Our Apokolips general, whom we fought tooth and nail for so long, has just become a toy?"

Diana sheathed the sword of Vulcan, the veins on the back of her hand bulging.

She could not accept this kind of fighting style that had no sense of honor whatsoever.

"This is an insult to soldiers."

"insult?"

Tony jumped down from the lamppost and dusted off his hands.

"Your Highness, as long as we win, who cares if it's an insult?"

He walked up to the wind-up gorilla and examined it closely.

"Tsk tsk, the workmanship is quite exquisite."

"No screws, one-piece molding; even Stark Industries would have to study the precision of this mold for days."

"Hey! That's my loot!"

The clown got up from the ground and dusted off his purple suit.

He dashed over, snatched the clockwork gorilla from Tony's hands, and cuddled it in his arms.

"What an adorable little guy."

The clown pinched the gorilla's plastic cheek.

"Look at the rhythm with which he's tapping his chest."

Steve stepped forward, his eyes fixed warily on the Joker.

"What are you going to do with him?"

"What should we do?"

The clown exaggeratedly spread his hands and spun around in place.

"Of course, I'll let him join my eternal paradise!"

"However, it would be such a waste to just leave such a meaningful item on the ground as an ordinary toy."

The clown extended a finger and pressed it on the brass key on the back of the wind-up gorilla.

"Do you know what this key is for?"

Before anyone could answer, the clown forcefully turned the key.

Click.

The sound of the clockwork being wound up was particularly jarring in the night wind.

next second.

The clown threw the wind-up gorilla to the ground.

Bang!

A cloud of purple smoke exploded.

After the smoke cleared, everyone gasped in shock.

That palm-sized wind-up gorilla swelled up in the wind.

In the blink of an eye, it regained its original massive size of over three meters tall!

But it's still a toy.

A three-meter-tall giant plastic wind-up gorilla.

Its eyes, which were once full of anger, have now turned into two dull glass beads.

"Roar roar roar!"

The giant gorilla mechanically opened its mouth and emitted an electronic roar recorded from its built-in speaker.

Then it raised the huge plastic spiked club and smashed it down onto the open space next to it.

boom!

The spiked club didn't even leave a crater in the ground; instead, it was bounced half a meter high.

"Perfect!"

The clown excitedly performed a tap dance on the spot.

"Scaled up proportionally! This is a limited edition, prized possession!"

"I'm going to put it at the entrance of Arkham Asylum as a greeter!"

Pietro's lollipop fell to the ground.

He stared at the giant plastic gorilla mechanically pounding its chest and couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"This is outrageous."

Pietro laughed so hard he couldn't stand up straight.

"They were just yelling about flattening the earth, and now they can't even make a crater."

"The contrast is amazing."

Bruce stood not far away, his cloak fluttering in the wind.

He clenched his fists, the metal spikes on his gauntlets digging deep into his palms.

He watched as his lifelong nemesis effortlessly defeated a formidable foe that even the Justice League found difficult to handle, in such an absurd manner.

What is this?

What exactly is this?