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

"The largest crack is still above Longhu Mountain. The energy level here is three times that of the other six, making it the main point of attack."

Steelbone projected the data into the air, marking the coordinates of the seven invasion points one by one. The one with the strongest energy fluctuation was in the Northern Hemisphere.

"The other six are more like decoys used to disperse forces, but the number of Parademons behind the decoys is estimated to be between three and five thousand."

Six points, each costing three to five thousand, plus a main attacker.

"Even if all the current combat power is divided equally into seven groups, the strength of each group will be diluted to the point of being insignificant."

"Moreover, they're quite happy that they've lost their advantage of coordination after being separated."

Liao from Nadutong walked over, holding a quickly compiled troop allocation table in his hand.

"So we can't split it evenly," Gong Qing chimed in, adjusting his glasses. "Focus on defending the main attack, and support the six outposts with mass-produced armor and local superhumans. If we can't win, we'll stall until the main attack route is breached before sending reinforcements."

"How many intact sets of mass-produced armor are left?" Steve asked Tony.

"Four hundred and sixty-three sets," Jarvis's voice came from inside Tony's mask. "Subtracting the thirty-seven sets damaged on Apokolips, we currently have four hundred and sixty-three available..."

"Have Lao Liao send someone to follow them," Tony interrupted. "Mass-produced armor should fight ordinary Parademons, while local Inhumans should keep an eye on the higher-ranking ones. Don't let the two lines get mixed up."

This is currently the most reasonable cutting method.

No one in the meeting room objected, and the lively discussion quickly condensed into a barely feasible solution within ten minutes.

The division of labor was written down, and each person's share was not easy.

"Why do you think that stone-faced guy is in such a hurry?"

"We only took one of his warehouses, is it really necessary to mortgage his entire fortune?"

Loki didn't participate in the discussion at all. He leaned against the rock wall, munching on an apple while watching the blood-red crack in the sky above Longhu Mountain.

"He was heartbroken because we moved that stone pillar."

Thor put the Meow Hammer on the ground and gave a disdainful sneer.

"Not entirely." Li Ang picked up the Coke can he had just put down and shook it. "His decision to accelerate the pace indicates that the damage to the delivery device is more severe than he is willing to admit."

"He's racing against time, trying to finish this game before the device completely fails."

"So," Clark turned to him, "the delivery device is already on its countdown?"

"Gong Qing's high-energy explosive miniature nuclear bombs weren't wasted." Li Ang shoved the Coke can back into his palm. "Thirty percent damage is enough to push him to the brink."

Gong Qing adjusted his glasses, said nothing, but the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

The seven cracks represent Darkseid's desperate gamble, but they are also his Achilles' heel.

"Get to your positions, everyone." Li Ang's voice was flat. "Money bastard, don't hide, you have a mission too."

"I?"

A commotion broke out in the crowd, and Qian Chuanzi squeezed out from the back row, his face filled with bewilderment at not expecting to be called out.

"Hmm." Li Ang glanced at him. "Go report to Lao Liao. You know how to fight the second ground echelon in the main attack direction."

Qian Chuanzi swallowed hard, said nothing, and turned to walk towards Lao Liao.

As night fell, the crimson color of the crack in the sky above Longhu Mountain deepened compared to an hour earlier.

The coordinates of the other six directions remained lit on the holographic projection of the steel skeleton, and the energy fluctuation data continued to rise.

"Li Ang, I'd like to redeem a service."

Tony walked up to the gashapon machine, his expression serious.

"What services?"

"Call Vision and the others over here."

Leon paused, his hand holding the teacup still. "Vision? Isn't he helping to resolve issues within your universe?"

"He wasted his time there," Tony said, his words quickening. "Seven rifts opened at the same time, and we don't have enough manpower on our side."

"You know Vision's fighting power: vibranium body, Infinity Stones, Super Saiyan genes, and Extremis virus. He's worth half a team by himself."

"Besides, there are other people with him." Tony paused for a moment.

"Who?"

"Frank the Punisher, Star-Lord Quill's mad bodyguard. Oh, and we could bring Spider-Man along. His 400-year-old auntie shouldn't be weak either."

Tony counted on his fingers.

Li Ang took a sip of tea. "You want me to teleport you?"

"I'll pay value points to use your portal to pull them over; that's much faster than Cyborg reopening the Explosive Portal."

"Five hundred thousand." Li Ang held out one palm.

"Three hundred thousand."

"400,000, there's already a discount for bulk orders."

"make a deal."

"I've set the coordinates. Have Jarvis relay the signal, and they'll be there in ten seconds."

Li Ang pulled out three black business cards from the system space and flicked them with his fingertips.

"Jarvis, connect to Vision through the teleportation portal."

Tony took the business card and put the mask back on his face.

"Sir, Vision is online."

"Tell him to bring Frank, Spider-Man, and the Guardians of the Galaxy; we need backup."

"I've sent the business card. It will be sent in ten seconds."

Communication ended.

Ten seconds later.

Three golden beams of light descended from the sky simultaneously, crashing onto the teleportation platform.

The shockwave sent several unsteady individuals staggering.

As the light faded, five figures appeared in the center of the platform.

Vision hovered at the forefront, his crimson cloak billowing in the night wind, the gems on his body emitting a soft glow.

His gaze swept across the entire valley, over the fragments of the Parademons Core and the scorched earth, before finally settling on Tony.

"I'm here, Tony."

Vision's voice was calm and gentle.

Welcome back to the team.

The people standing behind Vision were not so refined.

Frank was still wearing the same black bulletproof vest with the iconic white skull printed on the front.

There was only one expression on his face: coldness.

He glanced around at his surroundings, said nothing, and simply released the safety on the heavy rifle slung over his shoulder.

"Wow, it's so lively here."

Quill peeked out from behind Vision, twirling his stun gun in his hand and chewing gum.

"We're here to fight aliens, right? I'm a professional at dealing with aliens."

"Shut up, Quill."

Rocket Raccoon emerged from behind Quill's trouser leg. Though not tall, he possessed astonishing firepower, carrying a heavy weapon on his back that was larger than his body.

"Your way of dealing with aliens is to get beaten up. If it's a real fight, you'll have to watch me."

The gun had six barrels arranged in a rotating pattern, and its surface was covered with circuit boards modified for overclocking.

"I am Groot."

Groot's branch stretched out from behind Quill and waved to the crowd in a friendly manner.

The Rockets rolled their eyes. "He said hello to you guys."

The strange people present looked at this group of bizarre newcomers with varying expressions.

A floating red-skinned robot, and a skull-headed man exuding murderous intent.

A laughing, masked man with team members of various skin colors and shapes?

"Hello everyone, I'm your friendly neighbor, Spider-Man."