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

Zhang Chulan pressed the blue crystal to the center of his forehead and closed his eyes.

The heat flowed from his brow into his entire body, as if someone had injected scalding blue paint into his veins.

A pale blue flame ignited on the surface of the body; it wasn't hot to the touch, but rather carried a strange temperature sensation.

Zhang Chulan pulled a paper cutter from his pocket, gritted his teeth, and made a cut on his forearm.

The moment the blood bead appeared, blue flames surged from the edge of the wound, and the granulation tissue rolled and closed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

two seconds.

The wound disappeared without leaving a scar.

"Really?"

Zhang Chulan stared at his perfectly healed arm, his voice trembling.

"It's fake, I did the special effects." Li Ang rolled his eyes. "I'll draw the rest later."

"I'll save it for now." Zhang Chulan hung the remaining gashapon credits on his employee card.

Before he could even savor the joy of the phoenix for long, the indicator light on the distant gate lit up.

A man in his fifties walked towards us from a distance. He was dressed in a neat Zhongshan suit, had a receding hairline, and wore black-rimmed glasses.

Xu San and Xu Si followed behind him.

Old Liao, carrying an aluminum alloy case, scanned the shop with his eyes before finally settling on Li Ang.

"Boss Li."

"Mr. Liao." Li Ang leaned against the counter, his smile professional.

"I heard your business has been doing well lately." Old Liao placed the suitcase on the table. "We're here to discuss a price."

Click!

The door opened again.

Feng Zhenghao came out from next door carrying a tray of tea, his phone in his hand checking messages.

He looked up and saw Lao Liao, and nodded slightly in greeting.

"President Feng?" Old Liao was taken aback. "What are you doing here?"

Feng Zhenghao remained silent.

He simply pulled a palm-sized, disc-shaped device from his pocket and gently pressed the central button.

"Buzz..."

A translucent blue light shield expanded from above the disc, forming an energy shield with a diameter of two meters.

The shield's surface is covered with a fine hexagonal grid, its soft light giving it an indestructible feel.

[StarCraft Individual Shield Backpack - Showcase Mode]

"What is this?"

Liao's pupils contracted slightly.

"Standard individual equipment for the Parademons battlefield." Feng Zhenghao turned off the shield and handed the disc to Lao Liao. "For taking hits."

Old Liao took it, flipped through it, and pursed his lips.

"Jarvis, play a movie for Mr. Liao."

Tony glanced at Li Ang, smiled, and picked up a cup of tea.

The holographic projection unfolds above the counter.

That was a simulated video.

A massive, gray-black army of Parademons descended from the sky.

Wherever they go, buildings collapse and humans are assimilated into puppets.

Data annotations show that this is a projection based on real combat data.

It only takes forty-seven minutes for hundreds of thousands of demons to cover a city.

Old Liao's hands were trembling slightly.

"Three months from now," Bruce's voice came from the corner, "this will no longer be a simulation."

Old Liao remained silent for a long time.

Then he opened the aluminum alloy box.

Ten black magnetic cards were neatly stacked inside.

The credit limit for each card...

"Two billion." Old Liao pushed the box towards Li Ang. "Specially approved funds. The higher-ups mean... at any cost."

He took off his glasses, wiped them, and put them back on.

"Nadutong can't just be a manager anymore."

"If there's going to be war in three months, then let's fight."

Li Ang picked up a black card and twirled it between his fingers.

Welcome!

The interstellar gashapon machine is restarting.

This time, the person in charge of the control panel was changed to Lao Liao.

"Interstellar War Gacha, ten million for a single pull." Li Ang pointed to the knob, "One, ten, one hundred pulls, spin it as I feel like."

Old Liao wasn't in the mood.

He turned the knob directly to "100" and swiped the first black card.

The gashapon machine roared, and black and gold gashapon capsules rained down into the collection tank like hail.

"First batch, one hundred rounds, begin shipping."

Zhang Chulan and Xu San stood by and helped disassemble the gashapon capsules, while Xu Si was in charge of registering them.

Individual life support pod blueprints x3, battlefield communication tower modules x5, anti-radiation agents x200, tactical rations compressed blocks x5000...

All of them are logistical supplies.

"These things are more important than weapons on the interstellar battlefield," Bruce explained from the side. "An army without a supply line won't last three days."

Old Liao nodded, signaling to continue.

Assimilation blocking patches ×2000, portable folding tents ×20, bioenergy detectors ×50, orbital projection beacons ×10...

Quality has steadily improved.

Between the fifty-first and eightieth shots, a few decent big items finally dropped.

【Interstellar Engineering Robot - Hive Type】: Twenty units per group, capable of constructing an underground shelter that can accommodate three hundred people within four hours.

[Plasma Defense Generator]: When deployed, it forms a plasma grid with a radius of 100 meters, which can electrocute and weaken demon-like armor.

Old Liao's hands just wouldn't stop.

Eighty-first shot.

The gashapon machine made different sounds...

A low, metallic scraping sound, as if something enormous was taking shape inside the machine.

A giant black and gold egg, three times the size of a regular gashapon, rolled out of the exit and crashed into the collection tank with a dull thud.

"A big item." Li Ang raised an eyebrow.

Old Liao personally unscrewed the giant egg.

The holographic projection ejected from inside and unfolded into a huge three-dimensional blueprint under the ceiling of the gashapon shop.

That was a... no, it can't be called a car.

It's a building that can move.

The main body is a heavy tracked chassis, and the top is a folding command turret and multi-layered nested industrial modules.

The blueprint was marked with dense functional descriptions.

Terran Command Center Base Vehicle (StarCraft Terran Tech Tree)

[Function: Allows drilling to a depth of 30 meters underground in any terrain, unfolding into a complete base.]

[Includes: mineral refinery, barracks production line, machine factory interface, reserved space for technology lab, and missile turret defense array.]

[Time required for deployment: 12 hours.]

Capacity: 1200 people.

"this……"

Old Liao's hand was suspended in mid-air.

He has lived for over fifty years and has seen the ancestral grotto of Wudang Mountain and the underground secret realm of Longhu Mountain.

But I've never seen an underground military fortress that can be built like stacking building blocks.

"Awesome," Xu San blurted out.

"Damn it." Xu Siyan even forgot to smoke.

Zhang Chulan stared at the blueprint, his mouth agape enough to fit an egg.

"Mr. Liao."

Li Ang walked around from behind the counter to the holographic blueprint.

"With this, Na Du Tong will no longer be just a management organization for the world of supernatural beings."

"You can be the coordinators of war across dimensions."

Old Liao remained silent for more than ten seconds, then slowly sat down.

"The Luo Tian Grand Ceremony will begin in a month." He looked at Li Ang, "All the prominent forces in the world of supernatural beings will be present."

"I know what you're trying to say." Li Ang held up one finger. "Recruit soldiers."

"Turn the Luotian Grand Ceremony into a selection arena." Old Liao pushed up his glasses. "While they're competing and fighting with each other, we'll be secretly choosing people."