Inside the nightclub, Heisenberg drank while listening to Bullseye's report.
"Sixth Street Gang and Rhino Gang are fighting like crazy. Brooklyn's already being affected.
Since we're not touching the drug business anymore, Red Cap Gang, Skull Gang, and the bikers are also beating each other into a pile of shit over who gets the biggest share of the drug trade.
Kingpin's main force, his enforcer team, I've basically calmed them down and brought them under my control.
Hell's Kitchen is seeing people die almost every minute now. So, Boss, it's time for us to move!"
At the end of the day, Bullseye wanted merit and achievements.
He wanted to carve out a foundation in New York and the American underworld for his second boss.
Looking at Bullseye like this, Heisenberg nodded in satisfaction.
"Do it the way you want."
With a subordinate this driven, why would he stop him?
"Yes!" Bullseye was instantly pleased.
For the past three days, whenever he watched all those small and mid-sized gangs fighting their way into reputation and profit, his heart had been itching like it was being scratched by a cat.
Now he could finally act.
Even if the Boss refused to do drug business, there were still too many other ways to make money on the street.
Smuggling liquor, smuggling weapons, loans, protection fees, real estate.
There were so many ways to earn, and he had to lead his men to bring in even more than he did working for Kingpin.
But before that, he still had to deal with one nuisance.
That damned street hero.
Still, something that small did not need to bother the Boss with for now.
Bullseye could tell the Boss had been unusually gloomy these past days. He did not want some weirdo in a costume to mess up the Boss's mood.
After Bullseye left, Heisenberg drank out of boredom.
He seemed to have a hard time getting drunk. A Kryptonian's cellular vitality was simply too high, to the point that alcohol barely affected him.
Still, as long as you drank enough, you would eventually get a faint buzz.
Heisenberg liked that feeling.
Once being a Kryptonian became routine, once the excitement of transmigrating faded…
Heisenberg felt lost.
He missed home.
He would not act like a child and let homesickness wash away all his plans.
But in the end, he could not stop the emptiness in his heart.
A nightclub had been one of his biggest dreams before transmigrating.
Those who understood, understood. The biggest club in a city never represented only wealth. It represented a kind of social status for the owner within that city.
But the thing he once longed for with all his heart was now within easy reach.
It felt like dreams had become cheap.
"Boss!" An operations assistant spoke beside him, and Heisenberg looked over with a bored expression.
"The Mars Exploration themed party is already set up, but we need some heavyweight guests to attract enough upper-class customers," Billy explained softly.
"Hell's Kitchen has been very chaotic lately, extremely chaotic. You still can't replace Kingpin's authority in New York for now. Customers who used to be close to Kingpin might not choose to come to us, so we need new clients!"
"Mhm. I'll invite Tony Stark," Heisenberg said.
"This…!" Billy was shocked by Heisenberg's words. "Are you sure Tony Stark would show up on theme night?"
"Completely sure," Heisenberg said confidently. "If he doesn't come, I'll personally tie him up and drag him here."
At that, Billy beamed and nodded hard.
"Then great. I'll tilt the invitations toward the capitalists. Can I use Tony Stark's name for promotion?"
"Yes. Handle it yourself."
Heisenberg sent Billy away, then personally wrote an invitation and had his people deliver it to Tony Stark.
After that, Heisenberg glanced at his watch. It was 15:2015:20.
A certain ambitious woman was probably coming to bother him again.
…
Three days earlier, inside S.H.I.E.L.D.
After Heisenberg left with Barbara, Agent Hill immediately collected samples from the cup Heisenberg had used.
Unfortunately, while she did collect some of Heisenberg's saliva tissue, S.H.I.E.L.D. could not do a single thing with it.
They tried every method they had, and still could not cut open even one of Heisenberg's cells.
In the DC universe, there were indeed plenty of people who used Superman's bodily fluids to clone him or do various kinds of research.
But in reality, those experiments were done with kryptonite as a foundation.
Cloning was not as simple as taking a cell and producing the same cell.
A cell that was indestructible and completely impossible to sample could only be cultured, not cloned.
But culturing Heisenberg's saliva tissue…
Heh. Nick Fury would rather get enough semen from Heisenberg.
That was what had real cultivation value.
So in these past days, Heisenberg's nightclub had truly become a gathering ground for so-called goddesses.
"Boss, there's another new dancer applying. Do you want to meet her personally?" Billy returned and whispered to Heisenberg.
Heisenberg nodded. He knew who it was this time.
So when that so-called dancer appeared beside Heisenberg's booth, Heisenberg greeted her gloomily.
"Long time no see, Agent Hill."
"Heh. I really don't want to see you," Hill replied, sitting across from him like she was familiar with the place. She casually picked up Heisenberg's cup and took two sips.
Seeing that, Heisenberg asked without even lifting his head, "Our deal is already done. So before I get annoyed, leave. Go far away."
"Yes, your deal with S.H.I.E.L.D. is over." Hill complained while pouring herself another drink. "But the trouble you brought me is only just beginning!"
She downed the fresh pour, then asked softly, "You killed Kingpin, drafted his men, and are ambitiously launching an attack on New York's underground."
"But that's too small-minded. Your power shouldn't be used in such a degenerate way, should it?"
"So what, because I'm strong, I should go attack U.S. military bases?" Heisenberg shot back.
"No, no, of course not military bases." Hill shook her head. "I mean… are you interested in broader cooperation?"
"Like what?" Heisenberg asked with zero enthusiasm.
"Like the universe. Your abilities can explore the universe better, and you'll gain more benefits too!"
"Leave." Heisenberg smiled and rejected her. "Even if you people sent yourself to my bed, I can't be bothered to cooperate with you."
"I'm just a homeless exile. Besides, the universe? I'm already sick of it."
Heisenberg smiled as he refused.
Hill did not get discouraged. She stood up with a hint of helplessness and leaned closer.
"You're depressed because of your homeland?"
"Maybe."
It was rare for Hill to hit the point, so Heisenberg raised his glass and clinked it with hers.
After they drank, Hill's cheeks started to redden.
She was drinking too fast. In this short time, her third glass of whiskey was already down.
She propped her chin with one hand and chatted softly.
"Home. I was born in Texas. It wasn't a good place. At least, I used to hate it."
"My father was violent. He would punish me and my brothers at the slightest thing."
"A long time ago, I even wanted to curse him. I wanted that irresponsible man to go to hell."
"But later, I slowly realized his so-called beating never actually truly hurt us."
"And he treated our mother with extreme care."
"When I entered S.H.I.E.L.D., when I became an agent, a soldier, I finally understood my father as a veteran."
"But I can't go home anymore. I… I shouldn't let my identity become a burden on my family."
"Just treat this as complaining. Anyway, maybe I can understand a tiny bit of what you feel."
"Only a tiny bit, because I'm not the leader of my homeland, and I definitely didn't wave goodbye to my homeland for over 18,00018,000 years."
"And I could never end up stranded on a planet I've never even been to…"
"That's right. You won't understand me," Heisenberg said, nodding.
No one knew what he truly missed.
That longing would only intensify in the days to come, but he knew he would gradually adapt, and gradually go numb.
He tapped his glass lightly and spoke in a low voice.
"Since you people haven't pulled any tricks on me, I'll give you a reminder."
"You can stuff your people into my nightclub."
"They can listen and watch, but they absolutely cannot cause trouble."
"If you affect the liveliness I want, they'll die, and you'll die too."
"Go."
"Relax. We'll do our best not to plant agents around you anymore," Hill said.
"Do your best?" Heisenberg gave a short laugh. "Fine. Whatever."
"Don't be dissatisfied. We also don't want to waste precious manpower on you."
"Yeah." Heisenberg's tone was flat. "Waste it on me because I'm too unique, too strong, too violent, so too many people fear me. But that isn't your reason to come annoy me, right?"
"Maybe." Hill nodded. "I'm leaving."
After she took about four steps, Heisenberg called her to a stop.
"In the future, when you come to see me, you don't need to disguise yourself as a dancer. Just say my name. Consider it your privilege."
"Mhm. Should I say thank you, or say I'm honored?" Hill replied.
"Say goodbye," Heisenberg said.
He fell silent and sank back into the couch.
Hill slowly left.
Sitting alone for a long time, the faces and voices of his parents echoed in his mind.
The more he thought, the lonelier he felt.
So Heisenberg simply left the nightclub and went up to the rooftop to sunbathe.
As he lay there, he suddenly felt tired.
What should he even do in this damned Marvel universe?
At this moment, he truly wished his system would issue some mandatory quests.
That might look less free, but at least it would give him a target.
Right now, he could only rely on himself to find his own target.
Before transmigrating, he was an ordinary person.
After transmigrating, he got excited.
After the excitement, he got lost.
Aimless. Unable to find any sense of existence.
Only because he still had not truly blended into his identity.
While sunbathing, he kept firming up his heart.
He had to adapt to this feeling, adapt to the endless loneliness he was destined to bear.
He was just a mortal, yet he stood in the sky.
The more you gain, the more you must lose.
…
Back at S.H.I.E.L.D., after returning, Agent Hill reported to Nick Fury.
"Director, it matches the judgment of the psychology specialist from the staff department. Heisenberg's heart is clearly in turmoil, but I still don't believe we have the qualification to exploit him."
"I'm not planning to exploit him," Fury said. "I only need to confirm that he truly has emotions similar to ours."
"If he has emotions, then he has weaknesses, but his power can erase nearly 99%99% of his weaknesses."
"Then there's still that 1%1% chance left, right…"
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