Victory Celebration? Let's keep spending money! Kamen Rider Ant Soldier?

Stark Tower, top floor.

This place seems like a completely different world from the streets outside that are still belching black smoke.

Several of the floor-to-ceiling windows were shattered in the previous battle, but this did not affect the banquet in the slightest.

The melodious jazz music flowed through the air, masking the distant wail of sirens.

Ding.

Tony Stark gently swirled the crystal goblet in his hand, the crimson liquid forming arcs on the glass's surface.

He had taken off his combat uniform and put on an extremely flashy purplish-red velvet suit, with the handkerchief on his chest folded meticulously.

"Try this, Romanée-Conti, 1945."

Tony raised an eyebrow and spoke to the group of Avengers who were engrossed in their food.

"Although I would like to stay longer, but..."

"But since no one died today, that's something to celebrate."

Behind him, a twenty-meter-long buffet table was piled high with astonishing delicacies.

The Kobe beef, air-freighted in, was sliced ​​into paper-thin pieces and piled up into a small red mountain.

Top-quality Alma caviar isn't sold by the gram; it's sold by the jar.

And then there are those deep-sea sashimi dishes whose names I don't even know, exuding a unique sweet aroma that money can't buy.

The Turkish kebab from before?

That thing doesn't even qualify for the trash can anymore.

"Waaaaah..."

Darcy's mouth was stuffed full of king crab leg meat; he was so happy he almost cried.

"This is what life is all about! This is what it means to be treated like a savior! The burritos I had before were practically pig feed!"

Jane Foster cut her steak with elegance, eating at a remarkable pace without saying a word.

In contrast to the lively atmosphere of toasting and drinking on one side of the hall, the other side was eerily quiet.

Dozens of elite S.H.I.E.L.D. agents stood there ramrod straight.

They wore uniforms still covered in dust, their eyes darting longingly towards the food on the table, but their bodies betrayed their true intentions…

They surrounded the machine that was flashing colorful neon lights.

Come on, come on, don't miss it!

Li Ang patted the machine's casing, making a crisp thud, and wore a smile that made you want to clutch your wallet tightly.

"Post-war mega sale: the chance to change your destiny is right in front of you."

He snapped his fingers, and a holographic projection sign lit up above the gashapon machine, with the large red characters on it glaringly bright.

Want to escape the fate of being cannon fodder? Want to tear aliens apart like them? Special offer: 10 free draws – you deserve it!

This copywriting is so clichéd, it's like a 3 a.m. TV shopping channel.

But every agent present began to breathe heavily.

They witnessed the divine battle they had just witnessed.

A 50-meter-tall giant of light, a Hulk who can destroy a warship with a single punch, a black hole armor that can devour nuclear bombs...

That was a power gap that drove people to despair.

And now, the bridge to cross this chasm is right in front of them, requiring only a little... sincerity.

"Ahem!"

A deliberate cough broke the commotion.

Nick Fury strode in.

His signature black leather trench coat was tattered, with a large burnt patch at the hem.

Behind him followed Agent Hill, who was carrying a thick stack of documents and looked equally grim.

"What are you all doing here? Line up for relief food?"

Fury glared at his incompetent subordinates with his one eye wide open, then turned to look at Li Ang with an unfriendly tone.

"Li Ang, stop with your seductive tricks."

Fury pointed to the ruins outside the window.

"Do you know how much it costs to repair a space carrier? Do you know how much compensation that old woman at the Security Council just asked me to pay for city reconstruction on the phone?"

"S.H.I.E.L.D. is in deficit! Deficit! They even have to use both sides of the printing paper!"

Fury roared, trying to suppress the palpable urge to spend money in the air.

"There will be no reimbursement from public funds! Anyone who dares to touch this machine will be held responsible!"

The hall was completely silent.

The agents lowered their heads. Rank is everything, especially when it comes to the bureau chief.

"Tsk tsk tsk."

Li Ang stopped wiping, leaned against the gashapon machine, took out a bottle of soda from his pocket, and pulled the tab with a hiss.

"Chief Fury, you're not right about that."

"That's not how you do it."

Li Ang took a sip of his cola and said casually,

"Look, recruiting an elite agent, from training to equipment, must cost at least several hundred thousand US dollars, right?"

"If he dies, we'll have to pay him a pension and hire new people. That's incredibly costly."

"But if they spend a little money on a life-saving consumable..."

Li Ang pointed a finger at the gashapon machine, "Wouldn't the survival rate increase dramatically then?"

"The dead are the cheapest, but also the most useless."

"Isn't a living elite the agency's greatest asset?"

These words are absolutely devastating.

Fury's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, but he couldn't refute it.

Li Ang pressed his advantage, his mouth uttering devilish seduction.

"Furthermore, to thank our new and old customers, I have just launched a special offer of ten consecutive draws."

"You don't need to have the financial power of Stark, nor the luck of Captain America."

"There are no magical artifacts here, but there are absolutely practical individual soldier equipment."

"The mass-produced belt of the Kamen Rider system...only $50,000, you can take it home with ten consecutive draws."

Fifty thousand dollars.

This is a huge sum of money for ordinary people, but for these high-ranking S.H.I.E.L.D. agents who have risked their lives, they can afford it if they grit their teeth!

Moreover, Li Ang was not lying; the lottery that started during the Battle of New York caused the value of his points to soar to over 100 million.

He upgraded the system again.

This time, there is a 50% chance of getting your desired ability and item from the regular gacha pulls.

Moreover, as the shop manager, he can now make gashapon come from designated universes.

"I...I'll smoke!"

A young agent stepped out from the crowd.

His forehead was wrapped in bandages, and his left arm was in a sling.

In the battle just now, if Captain America hadn't happened to be passing by, he would have been torn in two by a Chitauri.

That fear of impending death is more terrifying than anything else.

He walked straight up to Li Ang and, with trembling hands, pulled out two cards from his pocket.

One is my salary card, and the other is a fund I've had saved for a long time.

Snapped!

The two cards were slammed heavily onto the cash register.

"Ten shots in a row! I have to survive!"

The young agent clenched his fists and looked solemnly at the gashapon machine.

Fury opened his mouth, looked at the young agent, and finally sighed, wondering where he could squeeze some more money out of him.

"Card swipe successful."

Li Ang smiled and performed the operation. "Good luck, Agent Miller."

Good luck~ Best of luck~

The catchy background music started playing again, and the light sphere inside the gashapon machine spun wildly.

Everyone held their breath, even the Avengers eating steak not far away stopped eating and looked over with great interest.

Click.

Ten blue and white gashapon capsules rolled out.

"As expected..." Fury sighed again, a sense of helplessness rising in his heart.

Luck doesn't favor everyone.

Agent Miller, his hands trembling, twisted open the largest gashapon capsule.

Bang!

A puff of white smoke dissipated.

A black belt appeared in his hand.

It lacks the mysterious runes of the Kuuga belt; it only features a simple metal buckle and a heavy, armored feel.

Kamen Rider Ant Soldier Transformation Belt

"This is……"

Miller gripped the cold metal, feeling a strange sensation connecting to his nerves.

"Put it on and shout the same transformation spell as Iron Man." Li Ang was like a patient and encouraging mentor.

Miller took a deep breath, fastened his belt around his waist, and suddenly raised his arm.

"Henshin!"