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

"I regret it every day."

Loki sheathed his dagger and kicked him into Elios's thick fog.

"I regret letting you say a few more words of nonsense today."

The black mist gradually dissipated, and Elios circled once in mid-air before slowly shrinking into his palm.

The streetlights came back on, leaving only broken metal and a mess at the entrance.

"You call this cleaning windows?"

Li Ang then came out, glanced at the wreckage on the ground, and then at Loki.

"I wiped it very carefully," Loki said calmly, adjusting his cuffs.

Tony walked over, kicked a Parademon shard, and clicked his tongue.

"This batch of goods is no good; the quality is too poor, and even recycling it is too much trouble."

Thor hoisted the hammer onto his shoulder and grinned.

"Little brother, that black mist monster was pretty tough. Let me try it next time."

"Next time, wash your own dishes first," Loki glanced at him.

"By the way, I'll tell you something: Apokolips has its eyes on this place."

Loki kicked the bloodstains by the door aside.

"So?" Li Ang took a sip of soup, his eyes flickering slightly.

"So, the guests coming tomorrow will probably be even noisier."

Loki turned his head to the side, a slight smile appearing on his lips.

"Okay, then let them line up."

"What do you think about me putting them in gashapon toys?"

"You can't just get good ones from gacha pulls, right?"

Li Ang stroked his chin, his eyes sparkling with a strange light.

……

boom!

A red and blue figure arced through the air, crashing into the fountain in Gotham Square, shield and all.

The marble statue shattered into pieces in an instant.

Gravel and water splashed up more than ten meters high.

Diana pushed herself up from the ruins and wiped the mud off her face.

A charred whip mark appeared on her golden armor, and the burning pain went straight to her bone marrow.

"An Amazonian princess? Is that all the strength she has?"

Ahead, on a broken traffic light pole, stood a wild woman with a mohawk hairstyle.

Lashana.

Vanguard of the Apokolips Nemesis Team.

She held a high-frequency energy whip crackling with electric sparks upside down in her hand, a contemptuous sneer on her face.

"Your super soldiers are not even as good as the slaves of Apokolips."

Diana suddenly threw out the Lasso of Truth, and golden light emerged like a serpent from its hole.

Lashana neither dodged nor flinched, but flicked her wrist.

The energy whip, like a venomous python, directly entangled the mantra lasso.

Two completely different energies collided wildly in mid-air, bursting out with blinding light.

Zizizi!

On the other street corner, a blue lightning bolt was circling wildly.

That's Barry.

The asphalt road beneath his feet had been worn into two deep ruts.

But he just couldn't stop.

"Little mouse, run faster! Run even faster!"

A woman dressed in a black bodysuit and with energy claws on her hands followed closely behind him.

Crazy Harriet.

She let out a strange, giggling laugh as she scratched sparks off the walls along the way with her sharp claws.

Although her absolute speed is not as fast as the Flash's, every change of direction she makes is incredibly unpredictable.

They completely predicted Barry's destination.

Stab it!

Harriet lunged forward, her claws grazing Barry's shoulder.

Blood splattered.

Barry cried out in pain, lost his balance, and tumbled into a convenience store.

Rows of shelves collapsed with a crash, burying him completely.

"Too slow! So slow!" Harriet licked the blood from her claws, her face full of disgust.

On the other side of the battle, Green Lantern Hal is hovering in mid-air.

He gritted his teeth, and the ring emitted a brilliant green light.

He carried a giant Gatling gun on his shoulder, its barrel spinning rapidly.

Da da da da!

Green energy bullets, as thick as a bowl, rained down.

His target was a giant female warrior below, who resembled a moving mountain of flesh.

Stormpa.

Faced with this level of firepower, Stormpa had no interest in hiding.

She strode forward through the hail of bullets, the green bullets striking her dark gold armor, leaving only a few insignificant white dots.

"Something like a fly."

Stormpa bent his knees slightly, and the ground instantly collapsed, creating a large crater.

She shot into the sky like a heavy intercontinental missile, directly smashing the green light Gatling gun.

boom!

A fist bigger than a clay pot slammed into Hal's chest.

Hal's green protective shield shattered like glass.

He spat out a mouthful of blood and fell like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily onto the roof of an abandoned school bus.

The entire roof dented into the chassis.

"Warning! 40% of the left arm is damaged! System coolant leak!"

Cyborg Victor stood not far away, his right arm having just finished charging the plasma cannon.

He hadn't even had time to lock onto Stormpa in the air.

A dark red spinning blade flew close to the ground and precisely sliced ​​through his mechanical leg joint.

Victor knelt on one knee, forcing the cannon to be raised.

boom!

The energy beam grazed Stormpa's scalp and blasted a hole in the Wayne Tower in the distance.

Big Badah, the captain of the Nemesis team, is retrieving the boomerang blade.

She stared coldly at the steel skeleton on the ground, showing no interest whatsoever in continuing her attack.

The entire Justice League was completely routed in less than five minutes of fighting.

The Justice League lacks combat experience, especially Barry and Cyborg.

Inside the Gashapon Shop, located on another block away.

"These women soldiers are something else."

Tony looked at the horrific scene in the holographic projection, grabbed a handful of popcorn, and stuffed it into his mouth.

"The one with the whip knows how to use someone else's force against them, the woman with the claws is incredibly agile, and the big guy is a pure tank."

"Moreover, they are all seasoned veterans, and their combat experience is clearly superior to that of the Justice League members."

"I have to say, Darkseid's eye for choosing subordinates is much better than his face."

"That guy in the red shirt is called The Flash, right? His running style is so ugly."

Pietro sat on the table, swinging his legs, his face full of disdain.

"And that habit of slowing down when turning, if it were me, I would have made that woman lose her bearings long ago."

"They lack coordination, and Apokolips' tactical skills far surpass theirs." Steve stood to the side, his expression grim.

"Don't rush, these people are just appetizers at best." Li Ang lay on the rocking chair, looking relaxed and carefree.

"Since Darkseid has set his sights on conceptual-level power, he can't possibly just send a few physical warriors here to be killed."

"If it were me, I would definitely resort to underhanded tactics."

Loki toyed with the dagger and let out a cold laugh.

Behind a ruin on the edge of the battlefield.

Bruce Wayne crouched in the shadows, cold sweat dripping from his chin onto his suit.

He looked at his teammates, who were lying on the ground looking for their teeth, and the veins on his forehead bulged.

His tactical goggles were frantically analyzing the weaknesses of the four female warriors.

It has no weaknesses.

They possess extremely high armor hardness, high speed, terrifying strength, and have absolutely no moral bottom line.

"Bruce, where did these crazy women come from?!"

Hal cursed loudly over the communication channel, his voice weak.

"Ahem... my ring's charging speed can't keep up!"