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

"What should we do with the people who were chosen?" Xu Si interjected.

"Fully reimburse the gashapon expenses." Old Liao slapped his thigh. "Whoever is selected for the cross-dimensional combat formation, all their equipment will be paid for by either party."

Feng Zhenghao walked over with a teacup in his hand. "Our Tianxia Society will provide the funds and manpower to cooperate with you."

"I'm in charge of coordinating technical support from Marvel and DC," Bruce said, standing in the corner.

Tony raised his coffee cup. "Cheers, may humanity never go extinct."

The meeting ended in an eerie sense of relaxation.

Liao left through the portal with the base vehicle control hub and a box of blueprints.

Before leaving, he turned back and glanced at Li Ang.

"Boss, what if we lose?"

"If we lose, we'll lose all our clients," Li Ang said, shrugging. "I don't want to lose my job either."

Old Liao's lips twitched slightly, which could be considered a smile.

After the portal closed, Li Ang turned to Tony and Bruce, who were still in the store.

"Regarding the Parademon samples."

"I know." Tony put down his coffee cup. "That black thing can't stay on this seventh basement level forever."

"The isolation equipment there is designed according to the standards of the superhuman world. If the activity fluctuation exceeds 20%, that broken alloy wall will not be able to stop it at all."

"We need to move to a facility with interstellar protection," Bruce replied.

"Nadutong has an air defense base on the outskirts of Tianjin." Xu San pulled out an encrypted map on his phone. "The shielding layer was just upgraded three months ago, so it's the most suitable place right now."

"I'll go with the escort," Tony said, raising his hand.

Why?

"First, I need to test the activity changes of the assimilated samples in a natural environment," Tony said, counting on his fingers. "Second, my anti-motherbox armor needs real-world data for calibration."

"third?"

"I'm so bored."

Xu Si glanced at Xu San, and the two exchanged a look.

"Okay, we'll set off late tomorrow night, and keep a low profile."

……

In the basement of a villa area in Tianjin, a pair of cloudy old eyes are staring at the surveillance camera.

In the footage, a sealed container is being loaded into the parking lot of the Tianxiahui (天下会) organization.

"Is that what gave Feng Zhenghao the evil magic?"

Wang Ai leaned on her cane, her voice like sandpaper grinding iron.

"Sir, our people say there's an extremely strong energy seal around the container," Wang Bing leaned in. "That thing is at least three levels higher in quality than ordinary transport goods."

Wang Ai tapped his cane lightly with his fingers. He had been publicly humiliated by Feng Zhenghao, and he could never swallow that insult until his death.

Contact Gong Qing.

"Looking for Quanxing again?"

"I want what's in that container." Wang Ai turned around, his ebony cane thumping against the ground. "Feng Zhenghao can become stronger with external objects, why can't I?"

Half an hour later, Gong Qing, the acting leader of Quanxing, received a phone call.

"Old Wang, what happened last time wasn't very pleasant."

Gong Qing pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, his tone playful.

"Resource sharing." Wang Ai got straight to the point. "They'll be moving things tomorrow night, taking an abandoned section of highway on the outskirts of Tianjin. I'll give you the coordinates."

"You want a container, what do I need?"

"Those outsiders who came from other fields brought a lot of good stuff; feel free to take whatever you like."

Gong Qing smiled.

"Old Wang is straightforward."

"I'll transfer four people, that'll be enough."

……

It's 11 p.m.

Three heavy armored vehicles filed out of the underground parking lot of the Tianxiahui and merged into the empty suburban highway.

The convoy maintained a constant speed of 60 mph, escorted by two black SUVs at the front and rear.

Inside the cargo compartment of the middle armored vehicle, a transparent container was fixed to a shock-absorbing base.

The black, assimilated tissue inside the container remained silent, occasionally twitching slightly.

In the driver's seat, Xu Si had a cigarette in his mouth and one hand on the steering wheel.

In the passenger seat, Tony was wearing a black hoodie, his legs propped up on the dashboard, and his eyes closed.

"Mr. Stark, could you put your feet down?" Xu Si glanced at the muddy sneakers.

"Call me Tony." Tony didn't open his eyes. "And you can't, I'm syncing data with Jarvis."

"With your feet?"

"Use your brain; your feet are just for comfort."

Two All-Telecom field agents sat in the back seat, their expressions tense, with modified gashapon toys clipped to their waists.

The convoy drove over an abandoned overpass and entered the most remote section of the highway on the outskirts of the city.

On both sides are abandoned factory buildings and vacant lots overgrown with weeds.

Most of the streetlights were broken, and only the car headlights illuminated the gray-white cement road ahead.

"There's a checkpoint three kilometers ahead." Xu Si glanced at the navigation. "Once we pass that checkpoint, we'll enter the mountains, and it'll be another half hour to reach the base."

The voice just fell.

White mist silently billowed from the grass on both sides of the road.

It was too strong, too uniform, and had a pungent, sweet-and-sour taste that made your teeth ache.

"fog?"

Xu Si stepped on the brakes, and the convoy slowed down.

Visibility ahead is decreasing rapidly.

Ten meters, five meters, three meters.

The engine made an unusual shaking sound, and then...

The engine is off.

Three armored vehicles and two SUVs all shut down simultaneously.

All the indicator lights on the instrument panel went dark, and even the vehicle's communication was lost.

"Magnetic interference." The agent in the back seat drew his weapon. "There's an ambush!"

Tony slightly opened his eyes, his pupils glowing a faint red in the darkness.

"Jarvis?"

"Strong magnetic interference source detected, originating from six surrounding directions."

Jarvis's voice came through the miniature communicator in Tony's ear.

"It is determined to be a formation structure, not a technological means."

"Qimen Dunjia"

Xu Si stubbed out his cigarette, looked around through the car window, and subconsciously covered his right hand with Armament Haki.

"The Eight Trigrams Bewitching Array is used to trap people. When combined with attack methods, it can wear people down to death inside."

A sharp whistling sound came from within the white mist.

A translucent, grayish-white spirit emerged from the mist.

One, two, five, ten...

They vary in size.

There are snake spirits that are three meters long, eagle spirits with wingspans of two meters, and hedgehog spirits that are curled up into a ball and covered in barbs.

Each one was shrouded in a thick, black aura of resentment.

A century-old evil spirit.

"It's the Wang family's doing again. It seems they really hate Feng Zhenghao."

Xu Si cursed, opened the car door, and jumped out.

The first snake spirit has already penetrated the armored vehicle's steel plate.

Ignoring physical barriers, it crawled directly into the SUV carrying the agents behind it.

"Ah!" A short scream came from inside the SUV.

Spirit possession.

"I'll go to the back!"

Xu Si rushed toward the SUV, his black fist slamming into the waist of the snake spirit that had burrowed into the vehicle.

The moment the Armament Haki touched the spirit, the snake spirit let out a piercing hiss, its body twisted violently, and then exploded into a cloud of black mist.

But then, three eagle spirits swooped down from above.

At the same time, yellowish-green gas flooded into the armored vehicle's ventilation system.

Poisonous miasma.

The highly corrosive miasma flowed back into the carriage through the pipes.

The two agents began coughing violently, and red spots appeared on their skin.

Heavy footsteps echoed through the fog.