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

Gong Qing didn't turn around, but quickened his pace.

From the stairwell came Wang Ai's muffled curses and hurried footsteps, growing fainter and fainter as they faded into the distance.

The corridor returned to silence.

Tony emerged from the corner, took off his sunglasses, and whistled at the row of ice sculptures.

"Not bad, 30 seconds of domain suppression, 24-hour cooldown."

"It's powerful enough for a single use, but not enough for sustained combat."

Bruce walked to a frozen fragment of a spirit body, squatted down, and gently touched it with his finger.

"The fact that the spirit will dissipate on its own after being frozen indicates that the Qi needs a continuous supply of energy to maintain itself."

He stood up and turned his gaze to Feng Zhenghao.

"This information is very valuable."

"The assimilative spores of the demons are also a kind of biosignal that provides continuous energy."

"If we could use extreme measures to cut off the power supply..."

"We'll analyze it when we get back." Tony patted Bruce on the shoulder, and Feng Zhenghao gave him a thumbs up.

"Mr. Feng, consider tonight's free ice sculpture exhibition a gift to our ally."

Feng Zhenghao smirked and put the gloves into his pocket.

"Have you two seen enough?"

"Data collection complete." Bruce nodded.

Zhang Chulan slumped to the ground, his whole body still trembling.

The three seconds of the Golden Light Spell almost exhausted his strength. Looking at the horrific scene in the corridor, he couldn't help but shudder.

"Uncle Feng, did you win these gloves today? You're so lucky..."

Feng Zhenghao ignored him and instead looked at the afterimage of the teleportation portal in the direction of the elevator hall.

"Boss Li is right," he muttered to himself. "Money spent wisely is not a waste."

The sound of security teams arriving could be heard downstairs.

The members of the World Society began to clean up the mess.

The security team escorted away the Wang family's remaining soldiers, who were frozen in half. Feng Shayan took a screenshot of Gong Qing running out of the Tianxiahui building with one bare foot and posted it to several high-level groups related to the supernatural community.

In her own words, "We shouldn't be the only ones who are ashamed."

However, Feng Zhenghao delegated all the subsequent inventory work, corridor repairs, and handling of ice sculptures to his deputy.

Because he has more important things to do.

……

Late the next night.

The North China Regional Headquarters of Nadutong has seven underground floors.

This is a deep, isolated training ground that has never been exposed to the outside world.

All six sides are made of 30-centimeter-thick composite metal walls, with embedded array patterns and electromagnetic shielding layers.

In the center is a circular experimental area with a diameter of 20 meters, surrounded by reinforced glass observation rooms.

When Zhang Chulan followed the others into the observation room, a chill ran down his spine.

There was an indescribable smell in the air.

This caused the cells in his body's Flash Fruit to become active instinctively, coating his skin with a layer of golden shimmer.

"The body is protecting itself." Xu Si stood behind him, stubbing out his cigarette. "That means this thing is indeed dangerous."

The observation room was already quite full of people.

Feng Zhenghao and Feng Shayan sat in the seats closest to the experimental area. Feng Zhenghao's Tang suit sleeves were neat, and a silver-gray metal box was placed beside him.

Tony leaned against the console, his fingers tracing back and forth on the holographic panel projected by Jarvis, as various data streams rolled in front of him.

Bruce Wayne sat in the corner, a glass of water beside him, his posture relaxed but his eyes never closed for even a second.

Feng Baobao squatted on the floor of the observation room, eating an apple.

"Where is he?" Xu San walked to the communication panel and pressed the internal line.

"On the way, we'll be there in three minutes."

Zhang Chulan moved closer to the reinforced glass and looked into the experimental area.

A two-meter-high fixed stake stands in the center, with restraint straps hanging down from the top.

Three meters directly in front of the stake, a cylindrical transparent container is emitting a static glow.

A fist-sized clump of black substance was floating in the container.

It has no fixed shape and wiggles every few seconds.

Tiny pores emerge from the surface, spraying out grayish-green spore particles, which are then adsorbed back by the blue electric field on the inner wall of the container.

"That's a Parademon sample?" Zhang Chulan took a step back.

"Fragments of assimilation tissue extracted from Apokolips soldiers." Tony didn't even look up. "I locked them in with four layers of seals for three months, maintaining their activity at around twelve percent."

"That's enough."

"Twelve percent activity is enough to turn an ordinary human into a combat puppet in three minutes."

Zhang Chulan took another step back.

"Zhang Chulan, come here." Xu Si beckoned to him.

"No, I'm allergic to that stuff."

"Come over and register your basic ability data; we'll be doing a control group later."

"Control group? Didn't you use death row inmates? Why should I, a regular employee, be considered...?"

"It's just registration, they didn't let you in."

Xu Si took out a handheld device, placed it on Zhang Chulan's wrist, and made a beep.

A string of numbers popped up on the screen.

Tony glanced at it: "The Glint-Glint Fruit makes his body surface energy density four times higher than that of an ordinary Inhuman. Interesting."

The sound of the door lock being released.

The side door of the experimental area opened, and two fully armed agents from the All-Knowing Special Operations Unit escorted a person in.

He was a burly middle-aged man, his hands cuffed behind his back, wearing a gray straitjacket, and a collar around his neck that suppressed his Qi.

He looked up and glanced around the observation room, saw the person behind the glass, and grinned.

"Wow, with this kind of setup, am I going to be shot or dissected?"

"Liu Sanqiao, a death row inmate, has a superpower that is physical enhancement."

Xu San pressed the communication button and gave the person's information.

"He killed seven people three years ago and has been kept in a special containment facility that connects to every corner ever since."

"Today's test is simple," Xu San's voice came from the loudspeaker in the experimental area. "You come into contact with what that container releases. If you can remain conscious for more than sixty seconds during the assimilation process, your sentence will be reduced."

"What if you can't maintain it?"

"Then consider it a contribution to world security."

Liu Sanqiao was fixed to the stake, and the restraint straps were tightened.

He cracked his neck.

"Fine, I'm going to die anyway, can I have a cigarette?"

No one cares about him.

Tony checked the operating status of the data acquisition equipment one last time at the control panel.

Sixty-four micro-sensors have been attached to the walls and floor of the experimental area, capable of capturing energy fluctuations at the nanometer level.

"Jarvis, full-band recording."

"Ready, sir."

Bruce stood up, walked to the glass, and crossed his arms.

Feng Zhenghao opened the silver-gray metal box beside him. The lid was lifted, revealing a row of neatly arranged control panels and an antenna module about the size of a thumb.

Feng Shayan looked at it curiously: "Dad, what's this?"

"Insurance." Feng Zhenghao closed the box lid without further explanation.

In the observation room, everyone was in their respective positions.

Xu San took one last look around, took a deep breath, and pressed the remote unlock button on the container.

"start."

The lid on top of the transparent container pops open.

Grayish-green spores poured out of the container and drifted silently toward Liu Sanqiao, who was tied to a stake three meters away.