After seeing Bullseye and the other two off, Heisenberg quietly returned to his lounge chair, and life once again slipped by in idle rest.
Sometimes, when he was bored out of his mind, Heisenberg's brain would wander into the kind of pointless thoughts that somehow kept spiraling.
Like right now.
He was Kryptonian. Basking in the sun made him happy.
But what if he bought a vampire bloodline...
Sunlight made vampires suffer. Sunlight made Kryptonians feel bliss.
So if he became some kind of hybrid, vampire plus Kryptonian...
Then once he stepped into the sun, wouldn't he end up feeling...
Pure blissful agony?!!
"Haha..."
Heisenberg successfully made himself laugh.
...
Early the next morning, a light drizzle fell over New York. Heisenberg was roused by the faint mist of rain.
He activated his bio-field, and the raindrops instantly slid past him, unable to touch his body. Only then did he suddenly realize something.
His bio-field seemed a little too extraordinary.
With that thought, Heisenberg immediately compared his bio-field to the Superman he remembered.
Superman did have a bio-field, but Superman rarely showed any tendency to actively strengthen it.
Only when he needed it would he even think to use it.
On Superman, the bio-field was more like a passive skill, not an active ability like Heisenberg's.
After thinking for a moment, Heisenberg finally found the reason.
It was because Superman had grown up on Earth.
For Superman, back when he'd just begun to form his worldview, that childish yet especially pure worldview of early childhood, he had already noticed that everything around him seemed fragile.
Maybe it was right then that, driven by the instinct not to harm anything around him, he developed his bio-field.
And after that, even as Superman kept growing stronger, he never clearly recognized his own bio-field.
Or rather, he never put deliberate effort into what he assumed was merely instinct.
But Heisenberg was different.
Heisenberg only started developing his bio-field after he became strong, and after realizing it existed, he had deliberately trained his control over it.
That was why he was better than Superman at using his bio-field.
For example, he had once used it to manipulate gravity and other fundamental forces, forcing Skrulls to helplessly press themselves to the ground.
From this, it was obvious that Heisenberg's bio-field had already surpassed the Superman of the movie universe.
Compared to that movie Superman's kind of passive bio-field, something that switched on mainly to keep the world from being damaged too badly by him, Heisenberg's bio-field had long since evolved from a defensive ability into something that belonged in the category of offensive techniques.
And the moment Heisenberg realized that, his thoughts naturally continued down that path.
If he kept strengthening his usage of the bio-field, and kept expanding its range...
Could he, to a certain extent, gain abilities similar to Magneto, Graviton, or even Doctor Manhattan?
After all, the source of those people's powers was control over the four fundamental forces.
Magneto was an application of electromagnetism. Graviton overcame gravity itself. As for that cheat-code-level blue-skinned naked-running enthusiast, Doctor Manhattan...
That was what it looked like when someone had grasped the strong and weak interactions.
And Heisenberg's bio-field...
Could alter the four fundamental forces within its range, thereby influencing the surrounding world!
Then it could definitely evolve into something like Magneto's, right?!
Thinking that far, Heisenberg instantly got excited.
He couldn't wait to adjust his bio-field.
The raindrops around him immediately began changing direction along with his tuning.
Tap tap tap!!!
Maybe because it was his first time training like this, Heisenberg had no experience. Water ended up spraying everywhere.
After being misdirected by his bio-field, those droplets actually shot out like bullets and smashed the villa's glass skylight into shards.
Billy, who had been standing guard downstairs the whole time, rushed up to the top floor together with Jessica, the nightclub's head of security. But what they saw was nothing but a complete mess, and a Heisenberg wearing a helpless expression.
And right then, Heisenberg suddenly figured something out.
So what if it was Magneto?
So what if it was Graviton?
Even if it was Manhattan, he could still fight.
Besides, developing his own abilities was way more convenient than redeeming things through Origin Substance.
Not to mention, his Kryptonian bloodline alone was enough for him to develop for a long, long time.
He could even upgrade the ancient Kryptonian elder bloodline into the bloodlines of the Kryptonian gods Rao, Rhea, Nightwing, and Flamebird.
He could even use Origin Substance to strengthen his existing power.
Even if he didn't go develop a bunch of messy, random abilities, he was still confident he could climb to the level of a Creator God, or even beyond creation.
So...
"Damn, the bio-field really is amazing," Heisenberg muttered. "But from now on, I'm training out in the suburbs."
As he spoke, he shut down the field. When he saw the people who had come upstairs, he pursed his lips and waved a hand.
"I accidentally broke the glass. It was way too fragile. Clean it up. I'm going to sit at the nightclub for a bit."
With that, Heisenberg irresponsibly left the rooftop, leaving only Jessica and Billy staring at each other.
After a long moment, the silent Jessica finally spoke.
"Kid, how do you think the BOSS 'broke' that glass? Did he have a need?"
"Pff... cough cough cough cough cough!!!"
Jessica's wildly suggestive question made Billy refuse to listen another word.
He even picked up the tools himself and started cleaning up the broken glass.
As he cleaned, he couldn't help grumbling internally.
"Who doesn't know you're the woman with connections to the boss? Can you stop telling dirty jokes in front of us subordinates? We're trying to stay alive, for fuck's sake!"
Seeing Billy look terrified, Jessica clicked her tongue in boredom. She really must have been out of her mind to talk about that kind of suicidal topic with his men.
Looks like it was time to go find Heisenberg again tonight to play some games. Sigh...
...
At the same time, Heisenberg arrived at the nightclub and, as usual, greeted a few regulars who were drinking.
In the past, Heisenberg had been frightening, sure, but it was only fear.
But now, as Heisenberg's forces continued to grow, as he had basically become New York's dark lord, the true godfather of America's underworld...
"Have a pleasant day, Don...!"
"Thank you for the peace you've brought us, Boss!"
"Your place never sells fake booze. I love it here, Godfather!"
"Sir, this is my second home. I get to see you every day!"
"Boss, we all love you, hahaha!!!"
The people who could show up at the nightclub in broad daylight were practically Heisenberg's most loyal supporters.
In their mouths, Heisenberg was far more perfect than reality.
But reality didn't stop Heisenberg from enjoying the praise of his fanboys and fangirls.
Still, among that crowd, there was one petite figure who looked out of place.
Heisenberg walked over to the woman in the cute, pale-pink hoodie and sat down across from her.
"Barbara. S.H.I.E.L.D. gave you another vacation?"
"Heh. I'm not even sure there still is a S.H.I.E.L.D.," Barbara said as she drank heavily, her tone full of dissatisfaction.
"How many days has it been? Over forty. I haven't seen a single superior even once.
Orders keep coming like a shadow, but the people are nowhere to be found. I haven't even seen a second coworker in New York. Am I being isolated? Or did they disband S.H.I.E.L.D. without me noticing?"
As she spoke, Barbara poured a huge mouthful down her throat with practiced ease. The sight made Heisenberg laugh.
Hearing him laugh, Barbara slammed her glass down, annoyed.
"And you're still laughing. If it weren't for you showing up out of nowhere and constantly causing trouble in New York, I'd have been transferred back to the office long ago doing paperwork.
And you don't even give me a chance. Just give me any piece of information I can use to file a report, anything!"
"Hahaha. Didn't think you'd be living this anxiously, hahaha!"
Heisenberg laughed shamelessly. After he was done, he personally refilled Barbara's glass.
He poured himself one too, then teased her.
"If you want something to report that badly, how about I give you a kid? Then you can take maternity leave."
"Psh. Rely on you, you bastard who changes women every night? I'd rather resign on the spot!" Barbara shot back, then raised her glass and clinked it against his.
After the toast, Barbara was about to keep talking.
But she suddenly noticed the look on Heisenberg's face.
The smile he'd been wearing just now turned stiff in an instant.
Thinking of his superhuman senses, Barbara knew someone was about to have a very bad day.
But she wasn't Coulson. Whoever got unlucky, as long as it wasn't Barbara herself, or certain people in S.H.I.E.L.D. that she actually cared about, she couldn't be bothered to care whether the rest lived or died.
What happened next proved she was right.
Heisenberg frowned, then set his glass down on the table.
"You keep drinking. I've got something to handle."
He dropped that line and turned to leave.
Barbara was left sitting there, staring at her glass helplessly.
As she stared, she first pouted in annoyance, then started giggling.
Dimples surfaced on her cheeks again and again, as if in the drink in front of her, there was still someone's shadow.
...
Meanwhile, Heisenberg arrived on the rooftop and looked down along the crystal railing at the edge.
Around the area below this building, more than eight hundred people were gathering.
Every one of those bastards was dressed in bizarre ways. Studded leather jackets were the most ordinary thing there.
Even with the light rain still falling, most of the assholes gathering below had their arms bare and hairy.
Some were even shirtless, to the point that the entire block had basically turned into a tattoo art exhibition.
At the same time, they held signs and shouted slogans.
And the content of those signs and chants, every three lines without fail, was nothing but insults and mockery aimed at Heisenberg.
"The alien thinks he's the Godfather!"
"New York has been occupied by a stupid alien!"
"New York belongs to New Yorkers. We don't welcome aliens!"
"Beating the Hulk isn't saving New Yorkers. We need business freedom!"
"Alien, get out of New York!"
"Alien, get out of New York!!!"
An incident this explosive should have had countless reporters swarming in like starving wolves.
But maybe Heisenberg's nonstop pressure on the newspapers over the last two months had worked.
The march was still huge, but in the end, there were no strange reporters feeding citizens strange narratives.
But even without reporters down there, even if the parade hadn't spread outward yet...
Heisenberg was still unhappy.
Extremely unhappy!!!
Heisenberg took a deep breath.
Then he pulled out his phone and called Bullseye.
The call had barely gone through when Bullseye picked up instantly.
He had been giving a pre-operation briefing to the action team scheduled to move tonight. He had only learned about the gangsters gathering for a march two minutes ago.
But no matter what excuse he had, on the phone he apologized rapidly to Heisenberg.
"I'm sorry, Boss. I didn't expect those bastards to pull a march today.
I've been careless lately. I thought with our overwhelming strength, we didn't need to track their every move. That's on me!"
Bullseye admitted his mistake quickly, and Heisenberg's anger eased slightly.
After a moment, Heisenberg spoke.
"Gangsters are always slippery. I can forgive an intelligence mistake. But what I'm about to say isn't about how they gathered. It's about something else."
"Yes, Boss. I'm listening!" Bullseye tensed up immediately.
He clearly heard Heisenberg take a harsh breath on the other end of the line, then say coldly to him.
"Contact Rumlow. Pull every elite agent he can mobilize, and all the forces you can deploy. Tomorrow night, I want every gang in New York to disappear from this world."
"Yes, Boss. I'll prepare right now!"
"Wait. I'm not finished. Those damned bastards want to see me, huh? Fine. I want to see them too.
They dare use a march to pressure me. Do they think I'm Clark Kent?!
In my name, notify every existing gang leader in New York. Tomorrow at 3 p.m., my nightclub will be completely closed to welcome them.
They want to step on my name to seize wealth and power.
Heh...
I'm going to scatter every last one of their ashes into the Pacific. Even Jesus can't save them. I said it!!!"
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