About twenty minutes later…
The phone rang.
Heisenberg picked it up and glanced at the screen. Barbara…
Alright.
He hung up casually. Nine times out of ten, she was calling to ask about him throwing ice at reporters.
Boring. Let his own people handle it.
S.H.I.E.L.D. also had a sense of limits. Since Heisenberg hung up, they didn't bother him again.
Even though the media world was in an uproar, even though citizens who supported Heisenberg and those who didn't were fighting into a mess outside City Hall, none of it affected Heisenberg's rest.
He slept until a little after 4:00 PM4:00 PM, then slowly woke up.
He was lazy to an unbelievable degree right now, because sunbathing felt way too comfortable to him.
He even wanted to go hang out inside the sun for a while.
But for now, he still wasn't sure whether this body, strengthened by the sun for only about a week, could immediately withstand the extreme heat and radiation inside the sun.
Still, one day, Heisenberg would definitely go play in the sun to his heart's content.
And his plans went far beyond that.
If he ever got the chance to visit some world with gods, could he become a sun god and turn the sun into his toy, carrying it around with him?
But all that was still too far away. For now, Heisenberg only wanted to harvest Origin Matter properly on Marvel's Earth.
After waking up, he kept sunbathing like usual, while thinking about the future.
These past few days, he had gradually thought up many ways to change the fate of everyone on Earth.
At first, he wanted to bring some stronger opponents to Earth and put on a desperate last-stand battle.
At the same time, during that fight, he'd smash Earth's core to pieces, forcing humans to live in space.
Instantly changing the fate of seven or eight billion people. Why not?
But considering certain hidden big shots on Marvel Earth…
Like the Ancient One that countless people never stop talking about…
In the end, Heisenberg gave up that plan.
Still, even though he gave up on destroying Earth, he didn't give up the idea of sending Earthlings into space.
If it wasn't convenient to destroy Earth to force humans to leave, then he'd use gentler methods.
After thinking for a bit, he temporarily set his sights on Asgard.
What about borrowing Asgard's Bifrost to launch a Nine Realms development plan for Earth?
If it really happened, it would probably change the fate of at least 40%40% to 50%50% of all life on Earth.
But then he thought of Odin, old as he was, yet always giving off the feeling that he was hiding something deep.
What was the point of fighting and killing? Harmony came first. Be harmonious for two years, then talk after Odin dies.
According to the movie plot, once Odin dies, the Goddess of Death, Hela, comes out.
If he could persuade Hela, or sleep his way into persuading Hela, could he then use Asgard's thousands of years of accumulated resources unconditionally?
That was only one proposal. Heisenberg had even better ideas.
For example, go out into space, find the Collector, and sell himself.
That's right. He was the only Kryptonian in the entire universe. Wasn't that worth money?
Besides, the Collector only collected bodies after they died. Then let him wait. How could Heisenberg possibly die?
After selling himself, buy and rob countless spaceships, then send them back to Earth.
No need to say anything else. As long as Heisenberg distributed those ships to the various governments, humans would definitely leave the solar system within half a year and attack the Milky Way within three years.
Humans were just that greedy, or you could call it ambitious.
In any case, Heisenberg already had countless plans listed in his head. He was only waiting for the right timing, then he'd gradually carry them out.
Starting from Earth, then spreading across the universe. In less than twenty years, he would definitely be harvesting Origin Matter until his hands went numb.
Ding.
Right as he was thinking, the villa door opened.
Heisenberg turned his head to look. It was some guy he didn't recognize.
But this guy was actually carrying Heisenberg's most loyal little brother, Bullseye.
"Oh wow, not bad." Heisenberg raised his brows. "Bullseye got caught just like that?"
"That's right, Heisenberg!" The man spoke while tossing Bullseye right in front of Heisenberg.
"Since you killed Kingpin, that proves you still have a sense of justice. So why did you keep supporting Bullseye afterward, letting him start a gang war in Hell's Kitchen?"
As the weirdo in costume questioned him, Bullseye hit the ground with a smack, even bouncing twice.
Heisenberg stuck his foot out and kicked Bullseye's stomach. No reaction.
Then he sniffed that strange stink on Bullseye's body.
"Massive amounts of ether." Heisenberg asked with interest, "You were planning to take me and Bullseye out in one go?"
The moment he finished speaking, the costumed guy abruptly turned and ran.
He probably never expected that the huge dose of knockout drug he prepared would do absolutely nothing.
In just a moment, the guy reached the edge of the building and jumped straight off.
In midair, his suit unfolded. There was clearly a foldable simple glider wing hidden on his back.
"Haha, interesting."
As Heisenberg spoke, he shot into the air, instantly appearing behind the guy.
He grabbed the glider wing with one hand, lifted him back onto the rooftop, and slammed him down hard beside Bullseye.
"Daredevil, right? Horns on your head, right? Lawyer, right? Blind, right?"
That's right. This costumed bastard was clearly one of Hell's Kitchen's homegrown street heroes.
Daredevil, also known as the Man Without Fear.
Heisenberg fired off question after question at the Night Devil, who hurt so badly he couldn't even speak.
But the Night Devil was pretty tough. Even with countless bones shattered from that fall, he didn't scream in pain, and he didn't say a single soft word to Heisenberg either.
Seeing this blind guy, Heisenberg felt a bit helpless.
This man was still a superhero, even if he was weak, indecisive, blind, and full of trouble.
If Heisenberg killed him outright…
Then he'd have to kill Luke Cage, Jessica Jones, Iron Fist, and other kids who'd come for revenge afterward.
And if things got messy, he might even run into someone Heisenberg especially admired coming for revenge, the Punisher.
In short, Heisenberg didn't want to kill Daredevil.
But even if he didn't kill him, he wasn't going to just let him go.
Lock him up first. Lock him up until all his friends came. Then recruit them together and see whether this bunch of youngsters messing around in Hell's Kitchen had any interest in joining Heisenberg's Injustice League.
Thinking that, a red glow flashed in Heisenberg's eyes, and he looked toward Bullseye's butt.
"AAAAAHHH!!!"
Amid the miserable scream, Bullseye jumped up, clutching the left side of his butt.
He was just about to start cursing when he saw Heisenberg.
Poor Bullseye instantly backed down.
"Boss, I got set up, I…"
"Not a big problem." Heisenberg said lightly. "Drag this thing down and lock him up first."
As soon as the order fell, Bullseye hurried to execute it, but besides obeying, he really wanted to explain why he failed.
So while shouldering Daredevil, he lowered his voice and explained.
"He… Hell's Kitchen people call him Daredevil. He's a troublesome vigilante."
"I wanted to kill him, but I didn't expect him to use a ton of hallucinogens to screw me over."
"Boss, give me one more chance. I absolutely won't just…"
"Won't just drop dead that easily?" Heisenberg boredly patted Bullseye's shoulder.
"I told you, it's not a big problem. Relax and go do your job."
After speaking, Heisenberg lay back on the lounge chair, closed his eyes, and kept sunbathing without saying anything else.
As for Bullseye…
He could only helplessly take Daredevil away.
When he first went downstairs, Bullseye was still nervous. He truly didn't know how far this failure would drop his evaluation in Heisenberg's eyes.
But as he walked, as fear and unease gradually faded…
His head filled with shame and hatred.
He glared viciously at Daredevil.
(°_°)...
Wait.
Bullseye's eyes suddenly lit up.
Had he ever carried a completely helpless Daredevil on his shoulder like this before?
Who the hell was Daredevil? What did he do?
Was he a playboy like that Batman in the comics, or was he some homeless bum on the street?
And right now, Daredevil couldn't fight back at all, so didn't that mean Bullseye could mess with him however he wanted?
Tsk tsk tsk…
Bullseye instantly opened the door to a new world.
Three minutes later, in Heisenberg Tower's basement, Bullseye tied Daredevil to a broken lab table inside an abandoned drug-making base.
Back when it was still called Golden Tower, Heisenberg Tower had been one of Kingpin's biggest drug labs.
But after Heisenberg took over and abolished drugs, this lab was smashed up by Bullseye personally with his men.
Don't ask why he didn't sell the equipment for cash.
It was to show loyalty.
And now, this abandoned drug base came in handy.
After this Daredevil incident, Bullseye felt he could totally renovate the basement into a private prison.
Then stuff every last costumed vigilante down there.
Starting with Daredevil.
Bullseye pulled out a throwing knife with a solemn face. The sharp blade immediately pressed against Daredevil's mask.
What kind of decent person takes off a mask with their hand? You cut it off with a knife.
Once the mask fell away, Bullseye felt like this face looked familiar.
"This is that lawyer? That blind guy?!!"
He was stunned.
"I got beaten countless times by a blind guy. I… I damn…"
Without a second word, Bullseye slapped Daredevil across the face.
Smack!!!
Splatter.
Daredevil immediately spat out a mouthful of bloody fluid.
That blood startled Bullseye badly.
He looked at his right hand in confusion.
Did his hand really have that much power, one slap and it makes someone cough blood?
No, Daredevil was already injured.
After realizing it, Bullseye hurriedly tore off Daredevil's shirt.
One glance and sure enough.
Daredevil's body was full of bruises and purple swelling.
He had at least a dozen fractures.
"My God, Boss really hits hard." Bullseye muttered. "But Boss didn't say to let him die, so do I have to take Daredevil to the hospital?!!"
That decision made Bullseye struggle.
You can joke, you can mess around, but don't joke about the underworld.
Bullseye wouldn't even go to a proper hospital to treat his own injuries.
Was he really going to send a hated enemy to get medical care?
Ring ring ring!
The phone suddenly rang. Bullseye quickly pulled out his phone.
"Boss, what do you need?"
"I just remembered something." Heisenberg said. "I think I broke a few of that weirdo's bones. Take him to the hospital and get him checked. Don't let him die."
"Yes!" Bullseye immediately agreed, but Heisenberg wasn't finished.
"Also, your butt, go get it checked too."
"To wake you up from the ether, I hit a bit hard. Consider it punishment for this failure, understood?"
"Yes!" Bullseye agreed again.
After hanging up, Bullseye stood there grinding his teeth in frustration.
He really wished this blind guy would just die right here.
But what could he do?
Of course he had to take Daredevil to the hospital.
As for his own butt, what was wrong with it?
Bullseye didn't feel any problem at all.
That's what he thought, until he personally got into the car to head to the hospital.
The instant his butt touched the seat…
"Uuugh, ahhhh!!!"
…
Three hours later, at the hospital.
The young nurses were hiding in a corner whispering.
"Did you hear? The way rich people play is too terrifying."
"Yeah, what was that guy's name again? The one with the target tattoo on his head, that famous gang guy."
"Bullseye, right? His butt and his friend's chest…"
"It's like their positions connected wrong."
"One guy's butt is missing a small chunk, the other guy's ribs are broken seven or eight times?"
"Were they using that legendary 'falling from the sky' position?"
"Ew… too scary!"
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