Chapter 380: Control
Just after finishing work, grabbing a quick bite—exhausted, half-asleep, and not a single word written yet…
...
Once Walter calmed down, Frank asked about the current state of Heisenberg.
At present, Walter was fully in charge.
In the beginning, he had been overwhelmed—hesitant with every decision, unsure of himself.
But with the methods Frank had left behind—never showing his face, maintaining absolute secrecy, issuing orders only through phone calls—things had run smoothly.
Now, after two months, Walter had found his footing.
He was getting used to it.
Operations had stabilized.
They only needed to ship once a month—handing the product to Fring, who used his fast-food smuggling network to transport it to Chicago. From there, it was handed off, and then Cornell's people moved it onward to New York.
But this system…
wasn't sustainable in the long run.
Right now, everything worked because the partnership was still fresh. Blue Angel was in high demand, production had increased, supply was steady, and everyone wanted to make money.
So—for now—everyone followed the rules.
But over time?
That was uncertain.
The handoffs weren't handled by Heisenberg's own people, but by different groups at each stage.
If something went wrong—say, the numbers didn't match—there would be no easy way to resolve it.
If law enforcement intercepted a shipment, who would bear the loss?
And worse—
what if someone got greedy?
There were countless potential issues.
That was exactly why Frank had brought Jimmy into Heisenberg.
Jimmy could handle unexpected situations.
The three of them sat down for a long discussion, going over future plans and possible problems.
They talked until nightfall before Walter finally left.
"Frank… I feel like Mr. White is…" Pinkman hesitated after Walter was gone.
"What is it?" Frank asked.
"I don't know how to explain it… he just feels… different," Pinkman said.
"…Yeah," Frank murmured, looking out the window. "He's changed."
During the meeting, Walter had shown clear signs of aggression—and resistance.
In the past, Frank had always led discussions. Walter and Pinkman mostly listened, occasionally offering input.
But this time—
Walter interrupted repeatedly.
Tried to steer the conversation.
Asserted control.
He was defending his authority, establishing dominance—like a beast baring its fangs to protect its territory.
Before, Heisenberg had operated with Frank handling the outside world, while Walter stayed behind the scenes, focused solely on production.
But over these past two months, Walter had taken control of everything.
And once someone tasted power—
it was hard to let go.
Now, even with Frank fully recovered, Walter had no intention of stepping back.
The ambition inside him had already taken root.
Of course, his happiness at Frank's recovery was genuine.
But at the same time—
he wanted Frank beneath him.
The two feelings weren't contradictory.
People changed.
Position shaped perspective.
Frank understood that.
So he didn't try to take control back.
He let Walter remain in charge.
Heisenberg was still small—barely stepping into the realm of a "growing force." It hadn't reached the stage of internal power struggles yet.
In the future, people like Frank, Pinkman, and Jimmy would expand outward—building networks, growing influence.
They needed someone like Walter—
someone to sit at the center.
And more importantly—
Walter held the formula.
The core of everything.
In Heisenberg, no one was more important than him.
Anyone else could fall—
but Walter could not.
If anything happened to Walter, Heisenberg would be thrown into chaos.
The entire organization's reputation was built on one thing—
Blue Angel.
Pinkman knew how to produce it, sure.
But "knowing how" wasn't the same as mastering it.
On the surface, what he made looked identical to Walter's product. But once tested, the difference became obvious—
purity.
That was the key.
Blue Angel dominated the market and left every competitor behind because of its unmatched quality. Its ultra-high purity was what made people crave it.
And compared to fighting Walter for control—
Frank had more important things to deal with.
Like fulfilling his contract with Crowley.
The next day, Frank visited Walter's house and received a warm welcome.
Skyler even organized a small celebration for him. Hank, Marie, and others were there, all raising a toast to his recovery.
Frank stayed in New Mexico for a week, discussing Heisenberg's short-term development in detail.
They talked about expanding the team, recruiting more people, building new partnerships, moving into other states, and even opening international markets.
Fring already had connections in Mexico, and Blue Angel was selling exceptionally well there.
For Heisenberg, the overseas market was still a vast, untapped ocean.
Even Nando in Brazil had been waiting eagerly for cooperation.
In the end, they decided to send Jimmy as their representative to Brazil to negotiate with Nando.
But just as things were moving forward, Frank received a call—
one that forced him to leave New Mexico early.
"Hello… is this Mr. Frank?" A tired voice came from the other end.
"Yes. Who is this?" Frank asked.
"My name is Hobbs. I'm a police officer."
Frank frowned slightly. The name meant nothing to him.
"What do you need?"
"I'm sorry to trouble you," Hobbs said. "I need your help. A man named John gave me your number. He said… you could help me."
Frank immediately had a rough idea of what this was about.
After hanging up, he wasted no time.
He left New Mexico and flew north.
When he got off the plane—
he saw someone unexpected.
"…Dean?" Frank called out, surprised.
"Frank," Dean replied.
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