Flying—free, exhilarating flying.
Heisenberg pierced through the clouds again and again, savoring the feeling of roaming in that vast sea of white.
Swimming was a skill most humans could master, but compared to fighting the waves in the ocean…Wasn't swimming through a sea of clouds even more magnificent?
Of course it was!
Otherwise, how could Heisenberg have flown from dusk until dawn?
...
He had to admit—he had flown himself half-crazy.He wasn't even sure how many laps he had made around the Earth.
When he casually bid Nick Fury goodbye, the sky had been no later than eleven or twelve at night.
But now, as he drifted back over New York, the sun was already shining across the city.
Floating roughly twenty thousand meters above ground, Heisenberg spread his limbs out like a star and lay suspended in midair, his entire front soaking in the sunlight.
"This… this warm, surging feeling…!"
Heisenberg froze.
It reminded him of a time before he transmigrated—when he secretly took a little blue pill with his wife!
How to describe it…?Hot, energized, and overflowing with confidence!Hahaha~~~
Admittedly, comparing sunlight's effect on a Kryptonian to that kind of medication was a bit disrespectful.
But the feeling the sun gave him… really was exactly like that.
He could clearly sense his power swelling by the second.As for exactly how much it had increased, he couldn't say—but he was confident that with his current strength, fighting two of his earlier self wouldn't be a problem.
Basking in the strengthening sunlight, Heisenberg lay there for over two hours.
Only when stillness turned to restlessness did he roll over in the clouds and begin pondering where he should settle down.
Find a farm like Superman, then quietly pretend to be an American farmer?
No, no, no!That was not the life Heisenberg wanted.
Even when he had no power, he pursued pleasure to the best of his ability.
When he earned less than five thousand a month, he still made sure to treat himself to several rounds of drinks.
When he started making close to ten thousand, he occasionally went clubbing.
As he earned more and more, he played harder and harder—but naturally, his desires also grew.
Before becoming a Kryptonian, Heisenberg had been passionate about making money, because on a world without superpowers, money is power.
But now, possessing a force that literally transcended the mortal realm…
Why should he keep a low profile? Why hide his identity? Why live timidly? Why "blend in"?
To hell with that!
With a twist of his body, Heisenberg shot straight down—back into the room he had left earlier.
Nick Fury's private office in the S.H.I.E.L.D. New York branch.
BOOM!!!CRASH!!!
The floor-to-ceiling window installed barely two hours ago exploded into shards.The renovation crew repairing the floor inside the office almost wet themselves.
Under their collective terrified stares, Heisenberg smiled and waved lightly.
"Don't panic. Carry on as you like. I'm just here for Nick Fury. It seems he and I had a small appointment before I left."
The moment he finished speaking, every single person present nearly dropped to their knees.This was imported, explosion-proof made-in-China glass—far superior to America's cheap domestic junk.
Even a Raptor's rotary cannon couldn't penetrate it.
But he had ripped through it like it was a sheet of plastic.
Were you even human?!
After a long moment of stunned silence, someone finally reacted.
A worker yanked out his gun and started firing at Heisenberg.
The little handgun emptied its desperate bullets—but Heisenberg only frowned.
His clothes had been ruined…
"One moment of impulse is forgivable. But if you continue, don't blame me for what happens next."
He tried, for the sake of his appearance, to persuade them politely.
But no one listened.
To them, he was just an intruder. Nick Fury had sealed the matter tightly—so none of them had ever been told who Heisenberg was.
And then came the proof of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s excellent training—a storm of gunfire.
TINK! TINK! TINK!
Bullets pinged harmlessly off Heisenberg and ricocheted wildly through the room.
Heisenberg didn't move an inch, yet agents began screaming one after another.
"Ahhh! My waist!!!""Damn it, watch the ricochet!""Stop firing! He's immune to bullets!""It's a monster!""Who is this guy—ahh I'm hit!"
In just five seconds, over three hundred bullets struck Heisenberg and bounced off in all directions—injuring more than six agents.
The brief barrage ended quickly. Heisenberg stood calmly, while the agents scattered in panic.
"This is Maintenance Unit Four! Someone has infiltrated the Triskelion Tower!""The intruder is superpowered—we need backup!"
Reports flooded in, startling Nick Fury, who was monitoring Natasha's progress from the basement.Cold sweat trickled down his forehead.
He immediately shut off Natasha's video feed and switched to his office's surveillance.
One glance—and he recognized Heisenberg.
"This is Nick Fury! Stop firing! Everyone, cease fire immediately!"
Issuing the order as fast as possible, Fury wiped his sweat and rushed upstairs.
Meanwhile, in the office—
Heisenberg's enhanced hearing clearly caught Fury's command.
The agents obeyed quickly, lowering their weapons and raising their hands toward Heisenberg to show they meant no harm.
Heisenberg, however…
"So now you stop?"
He said softly—then lifted his foot and stomped.
The entire office floor disintegrated.
Concrete and the reinforced, explosion-proof metal embedded within shattered instantly.
There was no place left to stand.
BANG, CLANG, THUD!!!
The agents fell through like dumplings dropped into boiling water.
And when they landed, jagged concrete and razor-sharp metal shards tore into them—leaving them bloody from head to toe.
"Ahhhh!!!""Damn it, help them!""Hurry, they're seriously injured!"
The room below seemed to be a lab, and panicked researchers rushed in to provide emergency aid.
Heisenberg hovered above the chaos, perfectly calm, as if none of it had anything to do with him.
Twenty seconds later, someone finally pulled themselves together.
A maintenance worker, lightly injured, climbed up shakily and shouted at Heisenberg:
"We already stopped firing! Why would you still do this?!"
"Why?"
Heisenberg chuckled coldly as he floated down.
"You ask why I hurt you after you stopped shooting?
Then tell me—why, after I introduced myself and tolerated your first wave of fire, did you still aim to kill me?
You fire when you want. You stop when you want.Why should everything go exactly as you wish?"
SLAP!!!
Heisenberg struck the man across the face, knocking him flat.He restrained himself—otherwise the agent's brains would have splattered across the lab behind him.
"Your behavior is arrogant, and your guns are dangerous.So I offered a small punishment—take it as a lesson.
Like I said: don't say I didn't warn you."
With a sinister tone, Heisenberg drifted toward the doorway.
This was how he chose to establish his authority.
Yes, he was strong—strong enough that Nick Fury and the others understood they shouldn't provoke him.
But that wasn't enough.
Superman was also strong—yet no one feared him.Lex Luthor, government suits… they all dared to challenge him openly.
Heisenberg would never be like Superman.
For whatever reason, only by inflicting real pain—real injury—could he establish the fear and respect he deserved.
Sigh…
Leaving the lab, Heisenberg walked down the hallway.
Agents were gathering everywhere, but he strode through them like a lone warrior surrounded by enemies—unrestrained, unbothered.
After passing two similar labs, he finally saw a lounge—or at least a room with a few couches.
He sank comfortably into one, closed his eyes, and waited for Nick Fury.
There were onlookers—more like agents monitoring him—but when Maria Hill arrived, they all dispersed.
Hill quietly sat across from him and tapped the armrest, signaling her presence.
Heisenberg snorted, opened his eyes, and said:
"Let me see… hmm, Nick Fury is sixty meters underground, coming up. That gives us about five minutes.
Short, but an honor to share it with a beautiful lady like you."
"Heh."
Hill smiled softly, lips pressed together.
"Mr. Heisenberg, your flirting doesn't quite match the way you just injured our agents."
"Alright, I'll explain. My philosophy is simple: anyone who bares their teeth at me, I glare back at them. Fair enough, right?"
"But you know better than anyone—my people can't hurt you!"
"So I should just stand there and let dozens of mosquitoes bite me?If dozens of mosquitoes attacked you at once, would you calmly stand there and let it happen?"
Heisenberg's expression hardened.
No matter how beautiful the woman in front of him was—he would never compromise his principles.
If he didn't want to be harmed by this world, then he had to harm it first.
He had to bare his fangs and claws.
Only when everyone understood he wasn't to be provokedwould they stop thinking they could.
Look at the DC universe—so many examples.
Superman did good every day, admired by some, but targeted by countless schemers.
His lover and mother—the people he cared about most—had practically become professional hostages.
How pitiful. How ridiculous.
Batman, too—brutal but unwilling to kill—and so his enemies kept coming back, over and over, trying new ways to hurt him.
Tsk tsk tsk.
But who dares provoke the Batman Who Laughs—the one who kills without hesitation?
And who dares meet the eyes of Injustice Superman?
No one.
Power sheathed in mercy becomes a dull blade, unseen and unfearsome.
That was the survival philosophy Heisenberg had chosen.
He would not be a sword sealed away by "justice."He would show the world his sharpest edge.
He admitted—his first twenty-eight years were ordinary.He wasn't truly cruel—not like the Joker.
But killing…?
That, he could do.
And if killing bought him peace—if a little brutality improved his life—then…
Killing was his responsibility.
"Hill!"
Heisenberg spoke with a stern expression.
"This is my second warning: anyone who points a gun at me will suffer for it. Believe me."
"But—"
Hill began, but Heisenberg blurred and appeared beside her, easily gripping her chin.
"You want to say 'but'? Ha."
Hill glared at him angrily—but it was hard to fear a beautiful woman doing that.
"Don't question me, Earthling. You may have your rules, but I have my boundaries.
They chose to raise their guns.
So I chose to make them pay a price.
Do you think that price wasn't enough?Because they're still alive?
If you prefer… I can let them die.What do you think?"
"Mmm—mmf!"
Hill struggled as he held her.
Seeing this, Heisenberg released her and pushed her aside.
"Tsk tsk. Such an amusing species—self-centered and hypocritical.Now stop talking in front of me.
Your voice is annoying me into thirst.Go get me something to drink."
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