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

"Jarvis's quadruple seal is far more reliable than your safe house."

Tony shrugged nonchalantly.

"Don't treat us like irresponsible lunatics; we understand the cost of disaster better than you do."

Bruce stood up, exuding a somewhat imposing aura.

"We need to see results by tomorrow night."

"If it is proven that Qi cannot resist assimilation, we will withdraw immediately and will not linger."

"But if it proves to be effective..."

He paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping over everyone present.

"We will provide full technological support, including from Wayne Enterprises and Stark Industries."

"From individual armor to heavy firepower coverage, your equipment will be fifty years ahead of the world."

This is a condition that cannot be refused.

Xu San and Xu Si exchanged a glance, both seeing the shock in each other's eyes.

If all the resources could be obtained at this level.

The power structure of the entire superhuman world will be completely reshaped.

Ultimately, it is powerful firearms that can change the overall situation.

Zhang Chulan swallowed hard in the corner.

He looked at the miniature memory chip lying quietly on the table.

Knowing that his dream of a peaceful and comfortable life had ultimately been uprooted.

Alien Tyrant, Iron Man, Batman, Gashapon House.

This was even more outrageous than when he saw Feng Baobao's cannon pit in the cemetery back then.

"OK."

Xu Si stubbed out his cigarette.

"We'll schedule the test tomorrow night."

"But if anything goes wrong, Natto will make you their top target for elimination."

These harsh words seemed somewhat weak in front of the two cross-industry bigwigs, but it was the attitude he had to express.

After reaching a preliminary agreement, Bruce and Tony were arranged to rest in the base's top suite.

"Do you really think these guys can do it?"

At the end of the corridor, Tony rubbed his aching neck.

"Nothing is absolute in the face of the power of the gacha shop."

Bruce pushed open the door, his face expressionless.

"What we need to do is put all the available chips on the table."

The door closed.

Two wise men from different universes quietly began their counterattack against a higher-dimensional tyrant on this unfamiliar land.

And at this very moment.

Zhang Chulan was squatting in the bathroom, staring blankly at the gashapon shop business card on his phone.

He needs to develop some more skills before tomorrow's test.

He's brought such big clients like Feng Zhenghao and Na Du Tong into the store, so the boss must give him a few gashapon commissions, right?

The bathroom light flickered twice.

Zhang Chulan squatted in the cubicle, staring at the black metal business card in his palm, his mind racing with calculations.

Feng Zhenghao has 5 billion, and Na Dutong has 3 billion.

He was the one who brought these two big clients into the store. According to Li Ang's previous statement, the commission should have been enough to upgrade him from a "poor college student" to a "prospective official with a house and a car".

As for tomorrow's Parademon Assimilation Test?

Zhang Chulan chose to forget about it for the time being.

To live, you have to get your money first.

"Boss, boss, this worker is requesting payment of wages."

He infused his thoughts into the business card.

A pale blue light door unfolded at the entrance to the cubicle, with fine ripples spreading across the edges of the space.

Zhang Chulan had just taken one step when the toilet next to him flushed automatically, startling him so much that he almost kicked his slippers into the spatial rift.

"This crappy place can't be used as a teleportation point anymore; it's too disrespectful to the employees."

He cursed and swore as he stepped through the portal.

The next second, the familiar air conditioning, the smell of cola, and the sound of the gashapon machine spinning all rushed in at the same time.

Inside the Gashapon Shop, the lighting was soft, and the freezer behind the counter glowed blue.

Li Ang sat behind the counter, holding an iced cola in his hands.

The straw is poked at the bottle opening, its posture relaxed and languid.

Next to the bar, two people were sitting on high stools.

Tony Stark held a glass of amber-colored liquor, his suit jacket draped over the back of the chair.

His shirt sleeves were rolled up to his forearms, and he looked exhausted and arrogant despite staying up all night.

Bruce Wayne sat on the other side, with only a glass of water in front of him.

His black trench coat was buttoned up neatly, and when his gaze swept over Zhang Chulan, it was as if he were going through a security check.

Zhang Chulan had one foot still dangling inside the doorway, staring at the two super-rich men for two seconds.

"Congratulations, SpongeBob boy, you have successfully upgraded the bathroom into a cross-dimensional portal."

Tony raised his glass first, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Could you choose a way to make your entrance that doesn't smell of disinfectant next time?"

"Boss Tony, can we please stop talking about that underwear joke?" Zhang Chulan's face twitched. "I'm a full-time employee now, show me some workplace respect."

Bruce looked at Li Ang.

Are you sure this data transfer permission doesn't pose a monitoring risk?

Li Ang bit his straw and slightly raised his shoulder.

"Don't worry, I protect customer privacy here."

"As long as you don't plot to destroy the world in the store, I can't be bothered to listen."

"Did you hear that, Wayne?"

Tony put the glass back on the bar.

"We weren't being listened to, we were just being watched by a shop owner who could sweep the Darkseid projector away like dust at any time."

Li Ang lifted the Coke bottle and shook it at the two of them.

"So these two super-rich men were so terrified of Darkseid that they couldn't sleep and came to me to drown their sorrows in alcohol?"

Tony scoffed.

"I just need a safe house that won't be detected by Apokolips probes, and some drinks from a normal human civilization."

"The suite at Nadutong was too serious; there were surveillance cameras secretly watching us all the time."

Bruce turned to Leon and got straight to the point.

We need your permission.

The gashapon machine in the store spun slowly, its colorful shells reflected in Bruce's pupils.

"The Cross-Boundary Mercenary Project." Bruce placed a data chip on the bar. "We are recruiting superhumans from this world to come to our battlefield and assist in the fight against Apokolips."

"Wait, can I not go? My faction should be the neutral gacha shop, right?"

Zhang Chulan was just about to ask for money when he heard this, and his expression immediately fell apart.

"Congratulations, your employee benefits have been upgraded."

Tony turned to look at him.

"Previously, it included meals and accommodation; now, it comes with a free cross-universe team building activity."

"This perk is for anyone who wants it!"

Zhang Chulan took a half step back, his eyes full of vigilance.

"To reiterate, the invasion from Apokolips will not be confined to our universe."

Bruce was not interrupted.

"Darkseid has tracked down your world and is invading it; it's only a matter of time."

He pushed the chip toward Li Ang.

"We don't require you, store manager, to participate in the battle; we just need you to open up the channels."

Li Ang leaned back in his chair, his gaze sweeping over Bruce, Tony, and Zhang Chulan.

"You want to turn the world of supernatural beings into a mercenary market?"