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

A huge holographic map was projected onto the table.

The outline of Earth was outlined by a blue light net, and a deep red countdown timer floated above the northern hemisphere.

【72:41:22】

Three days.

Tony sat at one end of the table, his suit jacket draped over the back of his chair, and his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

In front of him were three empty cans of energy drinks and a stack of draft paper filled with data.

"Jarvis, bring up the defense plan."

A blue holographic projection rose from the center of the table, displaying a three-dimensional Earth defense model.

The model is marked with seven red dots, distributed across different continents.

"These seven points are the most likely locations for Parademon to land."

Tony stood up and pointed to three of them with his finger.

"New York, London, and Tokyo—these three are already being handled by the Avengers and S.H.I.E.L.D."

He then pointed to two other items.

"New Delhi and Cairo are defended by local superpowered organizations."

The last two red dots lit up, one within the territory of Great Xia and the other in the middle of the Pacific Ocean.

"The problem lies in these two points."

Tony's finger landed on the red dot within China.

"According to Jarvis's calculations, the landing point in China will receive the largest-scale deployment of Parademon."

"The reason is that Darkseid of Apokolips has already detected the Qi of the Extraordinary beings on this continent through advance scouts."

"In his view, superhumans are the best targets for assimilation. Assimilating a superhuman at the Celestial Master level is equivalent to obtaining an elite Paramecia with ten times the combat power."

Old Liao, who was sitting opposite, looked very unhappy.

"So they came for us."

"We came for you guys." Tony nodded, took a compressed biscuit out of his pocket, and took a bite.

"The good news is that with me here, with Li Ang here, and with those crazy guys who got the gashapon, the front line is not a problem."

He swallowed the biscuit, his expression turning serious.

"The bad news is that the defense has three fatal flaws."

The holographic map was zoomed in, and the one in the Chinese region among the seven red dots was pulled out separately and unfolded into a detailed tactical deployment map.

"First, aerial interception."

Tony drew an arc on the diagram.

"The Parademons are falling from the sky. The first wave of descent will cover an area of ​​fifty kilometers in radius. We currently do not have enough air power to intercept them before they hit the ground."

"Steve's Tiga and my Kamen Rider forms can fight in the air, but the two of them can't stop hundreds of thousands of targets."

"Second, the evacuation of ordinary citizens."

Tony opened another data window.

"There are over two million civilians within a 30-kilometer radius of the landing site. The spores of the Parademons infect upon contact, causing assimilation and mutation within 30 seconds."

"It is impossible for us to evacuate two million people in three days."

"Third, and most importantly."

Tony lowered his voice slightly.

"If a Parademon were to break through the defenses and enter the city's population, the exponential spread of infection would turn the entire defense line into a joke."

There was silence at the table for several seconds.

Old Liao's knuckles turned white as he gripped the thermos.

Zhang Zhiwei sat in the corner, remaining silent.

The old master had his eyes closed, seemingly lost in thought.

"Do you have a solution for the aerial interception problem?" Finally, Zhang Zhiwei opened his eyes.

"Yes." Tony clapped his hands.

Jarvis's voice came from the desktop speaker.

"Retrieving the solution."

The holographic projection shifted, and a row of silver-gray steel armor appeared on the table.

It's not a high-end model from the Mark series; it's a simplified, mass-produced armor.

Each set only has basic flight capabilities, an energy shield, and a small particle cannon.

In terms of combat power alone, a mass-produced suit of armor can probably defeat three ordinary special forces soldiers, far inferior to Tony's main suit of armor.

But its advantage lies in its quantity.

"I haven't had a moment's rest in the past three months."

Tony's lips curled into a slight smile, with the pride of a craftsman.

"All five hundred sets of mass-produced armor are stored in the space of this belt."

He unbuckled his belt, and the spirit stone flashed. Five hundred palm-sized metal capsules appeared out of thin air on the table, piling up into a small mountain.

"Each system comes pre-installed with Jarvis's subroutines, enabling autonomous flight and basic combat."

"But the ideal way to use it is through human-machine collaboration, having your all-knowing people wear it and cooperate with Jarvis's guidance for aerial interception."

Old Liao stared at the pile of metal capsules, his Adam's apple bobbing.

Five hundred sets of steel armor.

Even the most basic mass-produced version consists of 500 sets of Iron Man armor.

"How much do you want?" Old Liao asked, his voice a little dry.

Tony glanced at him and smiled.

There was a subtle hint of mockery in that smile.

"money?"

"If Earth is flooded by Parademon in three days, will the money be enough to cover the damages?"

He pushed the pile of capsules in front of Lao Liao.

"It was rented, to be returned after the war, and the damage will be deducted from the alien technology and energy seized from you."

How much will the repair cost?

"Two million for one set."

Old Liao's lips twitched.

Five hundred sets; if they were all lost, that would amount to one billion.

But he didn't hesitate for long and reached out to gather the pile of capsules to his side.

"make a deal."

"The aerial interception problem is solved." Tony held up one finger. "The issues of evacuation and infection spread need to be addressed by Leon."

He turned to look at Zhang Zhiwei, who had been silent in the corner.

"Old Celestial Master, could half of your eighty-seven disciples who have taken the Qi-Nourishing Pill be assigned to protect the civilians on the outskirts?"

Zhang Zhiwei nodded, his gaze falling on the still-running countdown timer.

Seventy-two hours.

Three days later, this continent will face its most severe test in history.

"Jarvis." Tony sat down again and picked up the fourth can of energy drink.

"Connect with Li Ang and share the results of tonight's discussion with him."

"Yes, sir." Jarvis paused, "However, Mr. Li Ang is currently conducting a transaction with a client in Longhushan, so I suggest sending it again in thirty minutes."

Tony muttered something while biting the straw of his energy drink.

"Doing business, doing business, even though Earth is about to explode, we're still doing business."

"That unscrupulous businessman."

The excitement of the first day of the Luotian Grand Ceremony hadn't even died down when, early the next morning, the queue outside the temporary sub-venue stretched all the way to the parking lot at the foot of the mountain.

Looking at the densely packed names on the registration form, Lao Liao rubbed his temples.

Yesterday's 472 regular gashapon transactions were already crazy enough; today's numbers are likely to double.

"Number 37!" the staff member shouted.

A short, stout middle-aged man squeezed out of the line, his forehead covered in sweat, clutching a wad of crumpled cash in his hand.

Li Ang recognized the man.

The first group of contestants eliminated in yesterday's competition was an outer disciple of the Qingcheng Sect, surnamed Qian, nicknamed "Money String".

In the world of supernatural beings, he is the kind of lowly person who has no talent or background and makes a living by running errands and delivering messages for various forces.

"One hundred thousand, right?" Qian Chuanzi slammed the money on the counter, his voice filled with a desperate determination. "I'm betting it all. This is what I've saved up over the past two years."

"Go ahead, and good luck."

Old Liao glanced at the stack of money, counted it, and then gestured for him to go to the gashapon machine.

Qian Chuanzi stopped in front of the gashapon machine, surrounded by at least twenty other people who hadn't yet gotten their turn, craning their necks to watch the spectacle.

The news of yesterday's Bulbasaur has spread throughout the entire camp, and everyone wants to see who the next lucky one will be.

"God bless us, let's get something good."

Money String muttered to himself, then slapped down.

Good luck~ Best of luck~

The familiar background music started playing, and colorful lights swirled inside the machine.

A gashapon toy rolled out.

Gold casing.

A collective gasp rippled through the crowd.

"Golden? Isn't that the legendary golden 'Legend'?"

"The store manager said that gold doesn't mean anything; the color is just related to what's inside the gashapon."

"Yesterday, out of more than four hundred people, only three got gold items. This fat guy probably doesn't have that kind of luck?"

Qian Chuanzi's hands were trembling, and it took him several seconds to twist open the gashapon.

Inside lay a tube of dark red liquid.

There were a few tiny words engraved on the glass tube, but Qian Chuanzi's eyesight was poor, and he couldn't see them clearly even when he got close.

"What is this thing...?"

Li Ang swiped open the system panel and saw the notification.

【Giant's Strength (Injectable)】