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

The day after the samples were transferred to the Tianjin Air Defense Base, Lao Liao locked himself in the command room.

Twenty interstellar engineering robots were deployed according to the blueprints, and within twelve hours, they completed the framework of the entire underground defense network.

The concrete pouring layer, electromagnetic shielding mesh, and array-pressed texture are three layers superimposed. Even Jarvis's inspection only found two corners that needed reinforcement.

"This thing is 47 times more efficient at construction than a normal human."

Tony stood on the outside of the construction site, watching the robotic arm move back and forth underground.

"You guys are really rubbing the base with your hands."

Old Liao put his helmet on and ignored him.

That afternoon, Jarvis detected an anomaly during a periodic scan...

The energy fluctuations originated within the coordinates of the Wang family in the capital.

Its strength is equivalent to the total energy reading of a medium-sized demon race, and it is more than an order of magnitude purer than the spore characteristics detected in the Gotham encounter.

Tony sent the data to Bruce, and the two stared at the screen for three minutes without saying a word.

Then Bruce said, "Wang Ai touched those things."

"They attacked the transport vehicle not to steal the samples, but to scrape off some scraps for their own research."

Tony unplugged the data cable from his ear.

"This old man thinks he can analyze the spore composition by using the Spirit Binding Technique."

"And then he was reverse-assimilated?" Bruce closed the holographic screen. "And the energy purity is so high now, which means he accepted it willingly, not forced."

This conclusion silenced the meeting room for a moment.

Wang Ai is an elderly man in his seventies who has been in the world of supernatural beings for half a century and has seen countless battles.

He knew exactly what it was, and then deliberately let it burrow into his body.

"He's now a Parademon who can use superpowers."

Old Liao took off his glasses and pressed his fingertip to his brow.

"Besides, he didn't attack anyone first, so we have no legitimate reason to..."

"In name only?" Tony interrupted him. "He voluntarily accepted the assimilation material from Apokolips. He himself is a living beacon, waiting for Darkseid's main fleet to align with the coordinates and jump in."

"You call this lack of legitimacy?"

The temperature in the conference room dropped a few degrees.

"Keep quiet. Tonight's events will not leave this room."

Old Liao put his glasses back on, remained silent for nearly forty seconds, and then spoke to Xu San.

He walked to the tactical sand table and pulled up a real-world map of the Wang Family Manor.

"A complete purge." Old Liao's voice was flat. "Leave no one in the core of the Wang family alive."

Xu San took out an encrypted communicator and began mobilizing troops.

Three hours later, before dawn, lights came on on the tarmac of the Tianjin Air Defense Base.

The Grey Falcon-class assault starship was parked there, its fuselage painted dark gray.

The plasma secondary cannon folded under the wing, appearing smaller than Feng Zhenghao had described from a distance.

But that was because the lights on the tarmac weren't bright enough. When people got closer, they realized that the thing was taller than a four-story building.

Standing at the bottom of the stairs, Zhang Chulan turned to Feng Zhenghao and asked, "Can this thing really fly?"

"It flew over."

Feng Zhenghao was checking the hatch sealing parameters against the manual without even looking up.

"I tried it in my underground garage, and it almost punctured the exhaust pipe."

Zhang Chulan swallowed those words back.

The elite squad of NaDuTong emerged from the depths of the base, each carrying a set of interstellar individual shield backpacks.

He wore an assimilation-blocking bracelet on his wrist and a modified electromagnetic magazine on his waist.

All twelve people were personally selected by Lao Liao.

Each of them had their own unique skills, and together they looked more pleasing to the eye than any other group of superhumans he knew.

Xu Si walked at the back of the group, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, a stack of equipment lists in his hand, checking each item one by one.

Zhang Chulan took the tactical vest.

The thing was lighter than he had imagined. Its inner lining was made of a dense mesh of assimilation and blocking fibers, and its outer layer was a puncture-resistant layer woven from interstellar alloy wires.

He put on the vest, fastened the side buckles, and found that it actually fit quite well.

"I've taken your measurements." Xu Si looked up from the list. "Don't ask who took them."

Zhang Chulan decided not to pursue the matter further.

Feng Zhenghao brought out the plasma defense line generator. The thing didn't look very big, but when folded up, it was about the size of a briefcase.

However, once unfolded, it consists of six ion-emitting arms arranged in a cross pattern, forming a mesh-like plasma grid between the arms when the generator is activated.

It has a coverage radius of one hundred meters and is specifically designed to weaken the armor defenses of demons.

"I'll take the test." Zhang Chulan took a step forward.

Feng Zhenghao glanced at him, but didn't stop him. He simply took half a step back.

Zhang Chulan activated his innate Qi, covering the back of his left hand with a thin layer of golden light, and then reached his hand into the outer edge of the plasma defense line.

The electric current penetrated the Golden Light Mantra three times faster than he had anticipated, and he instinctively pulled back.

A tingling area remained on the back of my hand, and it took several seconds for the tingling to subside.

"How much can we cut off a shell-class target?" He shook his hand.

"The theoretical value is a 40% reduction in hardness to the upper limit." Feng Zhenghao put the equipment away. "But the composition of Wang Ai's body is unknown, so the measured value may be inaccurate."

"In other words, calling might not be effective."

"Calling them will definitely be useful, the question is how useful they will be."

Zhang Chulan kept this answer in mind and walked towards the stairs.

Tony was already inside the cockpit, leaning against the cockpit bulkhead.

One foot was propped up on the armrest of the seat, and the anti-Apokolips armor was stored in the core of the belt. Only the spirit stone on his chest occasionally emitted a dark red light.

Jarvis projected a transparent data window in front of him, displaying a real-time satellite image of the Royal Manor, which refreshed every fifteen seconds.

"The energy fluctuations are still rising," Tony said to the floating window. "In the past three hours, the fluctuation value has increased by sixty-two percent."

Bruce stood up from his seat, walked over to him, and glanced at him: "He's mass-infecting the royal family."

"Hmm." Tony closed the floating window. "He was quick, which means he's figured out how to use it."

"The spores multiply inside the host, then seep out, and upon contact with the next host, a new round of assimilation begins."

"If he had done it last night..."

He didn't finish speaking, but everyone present understood.

The Wang family's core members, plus those on the periphery, number at least forty or fifty people.

One night is enough.

"take off."

The main engine of the Grey Falcon-class assault starship ignited, and low-frequency vibrations were transmitted from the bottom of the fuselage, causing the entire cabin to undulate slightly.

The fixed handrails on the bulkhead popped out automatically, and Zhang Chulan grabbed the nearest one, feeling the ground beneath his feet slowly lift off the ground.

The starship lifted off the tarmac, its nose pointing southeast, and its navigation indicator lights switched to combat readiness red.

"A short warp jump, taking about forty seconds to reach the target."

"Upon arrival, the aircraft will hover, and all personnel will rappel down."

Zhang Chulan took a deep breath and tightened the clasp on his tactical vest one more time.

Feng Zhenghao sat diagonally opposite him, drinking tea from a thermos, looking relaxed, as if he were in his own living room.

"Uncle Feng, aren't you nervous?"

"I have seven billion in savings, two ancestral homes, and a daughter."

Feng Zhenghao turned the cup lid over, thought for a moment,

"With so many things to protect, there's no time to be nervous."

Zhang Chulan didn't respond.

"Prepare for jump," the pilot's voice rang out.

The entire starship emitted a low-frequency resonance, the gravitational field contracted, and space folded slightly in front of the nose.

Then it went black, which lasted for about four seconds.

Then it got light.

The starship jumped out of warp drive and hovered above a cluster of black-tiled manor buildings at a height of about 150 meters.

The manor gates below were tightly shut, but something was moving in the passageways between the courtyards.

Tony walked along the bulkhead to the cargo hold door and pressed the unlock button.

The hatch opened, and a morning breeze swept in. He stood on the edge and glanced down.

On the ground, about a dozen human figures were gathering towards the center of the manor, their dark gray bone armor clearly visible in the morning light.

The way it moved was a bit off; each step had a mechanical, jerky quality.

Occasionally, the head will turn at an angle that is out of sync with the spine, and then turn back.

Those who have been assimilated even begin to walk in a way that resembles that of Parademons.

"Faster than expected." Bruce stood next to Tony.

"It's in place."

Tony activated his armor; dark red bio-armor extended outwards from the core of his belt.

"Old Liao, are your men ready?"

Old Liao had already stood next to the rappelling harness, looking at the tactical command helmet in his hand, and fastened it on his head.

"After landing, prioritize stunning the assimilated target."

"Avoid close-quarters combat and maintain a safe distance of more than two meters."

Old Liao spoke into the communication channel at a steady pace.

"Keep the shield active at all times, and don't take off your bracelet."

The twelve people responded by checking the equipment.

"I'll get off first."

Tony stood on the edge of the hatch and waved to the group.