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

Bruce's worldview suffered a devastating blow at this moment.

His proudest tactics, technology, and no-kill principle.

It's a joke in the face of absolute rule-based dominance.

"Stop daydreaming, little bat."

Tony walked over to Bruce and casually handed him a cup of hot coffee that seemed to appear out of nowhere.

"Drink something hot to calm your nerves."

Bruce didn't take the coffee; he just stared intently at the Joker.

"His power is now out of control."

Bruce said in a deep voice.

"Then let him not be able to use it in the future."

Tony took a sip of his coffee, seemingly unconcerned.

"I have obtained the underlying data of the fruit."

"Give me three days, and I can build a portable device that can block this kind of conceptual judgment."

"At that time, he will just be an ordinary mental patient wearing a purple suit."

Bruce turned to look at Tony.

Are you sure?

"Anything made by Stark is guaranteed to be of high quality."

Tony raised an eyebrow with a half-smile.

"But for now, let's just watch the show."

He pointed to the center of the square.

The clown was sticking his butt out, rummaging through the ruins for something.

"What's he doing?" Barry leaned closer, looking curious.

"have no idea."

Tony shrugged.

"But based on my understanding of madmen, he's definitely going to make a big splash."

really.

The clown pulled a perfectly intact camera from the rubble.

That was left behind by some unfortunate war correspondent.

The clown dusted off the camera and pressed the power button.

The camera's red light comes on.

"Ahem, a sound check, a sound check."

The clown cleared his throat and pointed the camera at his face, which was covered in paint.

Then, he connected to all the outdoor screens in Gotham City.

Not only that, he also hacked into global online live streaming signals.

In an instant, whether in Times Square in New York or Piccadilly Circus in London.

On all the screens, the clown's enlarged smiling face appeared.

Good evening, everyone!

The clown waved at the camera, his tone cheerful like a salesman.

"I am Jack Napier, you can call me the Joker."

"I'm not telling jokes today."

"Today, I'm going to do a live unboxing video for everyone!"

Screens around the world stuttered simultaneously at that moment.

Then, the clown's pale face, tinged with a maniacal laugh, captured everyone's attention.

"Family members, does anyone understand?!"

The clown exaggeratedly covered his chest in front of the camera.

"I went for a walk today, and suddenly a group of aliens fell from the sky."

"They're not only ugly, but they also have no manners whatsoever, smashing things everywhere."

He turned the camera and aimed it at the ruins and wind-up frogs scattered around him.

"Look at what they've done."

"But it's alright. As an outstanding and enthusiastic citizen of Gotham City, I've already purified them."

The clown walked up to the three-meter-tall giant wind-up gorilla and patted its plastic-looking thigh.

Ding ding ding ding!

"This is our highlight item today!"

"He's the top security guard at Everlasting Paradise!"

The Joker shoved the camera right up to the face of the wind-up gorilla.

Those two dull, glassy eyes looked particularly comical in the high-definition image.

"Look at the workmanship, look at the quality."

The clown tapped the gorilla's breastplate with his knuckles, producing a hollow, thumping sound.

"Purely natural and pollution-free, no charging required, just wind it up and it will work."

"Most importantly, he has a very good temper and will never hit you on the head with a spiked club again."

The clown turned the key on the gorilla's back.

The giant gorilla immediately raised a plastic stick and mechanically pounded its chest.

dong dong dong.

A distorted roar came from the electronic loudspeaker.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The clown laughed wildly at the camera.

"Isn't it very stress-relieving?"

"This item is currently one of a kind in the world. It is not for sale and is only used for exhibition."

In the communication channel, the Avengers couldn't hold back their complaints any longer.

"Is this lunatic insane?"

Pietro was munching on a lollipop as he shouted into the channel.

"Is he broadcasting this like a TV shopping channel?"

"What do you know? This is called emotional value."

Tony leaned against a stone pillar in the ruins, watching the clown's performance with great interest.

"He's killing me by destroying my spirit."

"Those guys from Apokolips are probably so angry they're about to smash their screens."

Hal snorted coldly in the channel.

"I just find it absurd. We're risking our lives to protect the Earth, and this lunatic steals all the limelight."

"That's reality, Green Light Boy."

Tony mercilessly delivered the finishing blow.

"Who told you to go down the wrong path in your technology development?"

"When faced with this kind of unreasonable rule-based ability, your beams of light and fists are really no match."

Barry chimed in timidly from the side.

"Um... Mr. Stark, are you really capable of creating a device to block this kind of ability?"

"If you can't build it, will we never dare to touch it again?"

Are you questioning my intelligence?

Tony rolled his eyes.

"As long as there is enough data, even if he can turn the earth into a big apple, I can still put a protective net on him."

In the center of the square, the clown's live stream continued.

He was clearly not satisfied with just showing Kalibak.

He pointed the camera at the still-flickering Dissard projection in mid-air.

"Oh, I almost forgot to introduce myself."

The clown waved at the camera.

"This is Mr. Dessard, a customer service representative from Apokolips."

He walked to the projection, looked up, and grinned at the distorted face of Desard.

"Customer service representative, are you satisfied with this product redesign?"

Although Dessard's projection was interfered with, the clown's voice could still be heard.

He was trembling with rage, his originally cold face contorted with fury.

"Indigenous people...you are declaring war on the great Darkseid!"

"Declare war?"

The clown took an exaggerated step back, making a frightened expression.

"Oh dear, I'm so scared."

"Does your Darkseid want to be turned into a toy too?"

The clown stroked his chin, seemingly deep in thought.

"Hmm... if it's him, what should I turn him into?"

"A roly-poly toy? Or a Russian nesting doll?"

"The nesting doll is nice; peel it back layer by layer, and inside is still an ugly monster."

On the communication channel, Pietro burst into laughter, practically squealing like a pig.

"That kid has a sharp tongue, I like it."

"He's courting death," Steve said in a deep voice.

"Darkseid is not a brute like Kalibak; he is a true cosmic overlord."

"What's wrong with being the overlord?"

Tony curled his lip in disdain.

"If he dares to come, I'll shove high-dimensional noise up his nostrils."

Bruce stood to the side, remaining silent the entire time.

He stared at the clown's arrogant face on the screen, and a wave of helplessness washed over him.

He once thought that as long as he worked hard enough and mastered enough technology and tactics, he could succeed.

That would save Gotham from these lunatics.

But now he realizes he was wrong.