I am Heisenberg

Pfft!!!

Splash...

Blood sprayed freely, reaching nearly to the ceiling at its peak.

Heisenberg stepped back two paces and frowned.

"A bit messy!"

He said, then exhaled a breath thick with white mist.

In an instant, Kingpin's massive body, still gushing blood, froze into a gruesome and horrifying ice sculpture.

Only when the chill spread through the room, its cold and terror making Barbara instinctively flinch, did she seem to snap awake and let out a startled cry.

"What the hell, why did you do that?"

"Let me give you some advice: if you want to live a happier life, ask fewer whys. As for you asking me why?"

Heisenberg turned and patted Bullseye on the shoulder again.

"Buddy, tell this woman the why she wants!"

"Yes, sir!"

Bullseye nodded immediately, then, trembling slightly, climbed up from the floor and walked until he stood three steps in front of Barbara.

There was still conflict on Bullseye's face, but it was completely overshadowed by his fear of and obedience to Heisenberg.

He spoke in a low voice.

"Kingpin ordered me—his sharpest blade—to hurt the Boss. Kingpin started all of this.

He wanted to kill the Boss, so the Boss killed him. That's the why you wanted!"

"Hahaha!"

Heisenberg laughed out loud. Bullseye truly was the excellent subordinate he'd picked out.

Already calling him Boss so quickly!

As for Bullseye switching sides so fast, did that mean he was prone to betrayal and unworthy of training or trust?

Of course not.

After being easily subdued by Heisenberg, Bullseye still managed to stab that final blow at him.

And that blow had shouted out all the loyalty left in Bullseye's heart.

When he was forced to his knees, didn't Bullseye know how strong Heisenberg was?

Even if the enemy was terrifying, even if he knew the assassination might not succeed.

Bullseye still made the attempt. Didn't he know he might die then?

So, wasn't someone like that loyal enough?

And calling Heisenberg Boss the moment Kingpin died.

Was that betrayal?

Of course not. It was just being mature enough.

Besides, on Earth in the Marvel Cinematic Universe, aside from some reclusive bald old woman, who else could even scratch Heisenberg?

Compared to the so-called superheroes in those superhero comics, Heisenberg, to some extent, preferred villains like Bullseye—underlings and enforcers.

Look at all superhero movies, and you'll notice a unique trait.

Every superhero team is always the most prone to infighting, the most muddled in theme, the least clear in goals, and the worst in execution!

Those so-called superheroes, full of personality, obsessed with freedom and hope, yet acting with endless hesitation.

Without plot armor, they wouldn't deserve to win at all!

On the flip side, there are the supervillains.

Bullseye under Kingpin was still mediocre—after all, he was just a thug, hardly worth mentioning.

But look at other villains.

Like Crossbones from Hydra!

Loyal to Hydra to the core, following orders without question, never arguing with any decision from his superiors. No matter how dangerous the mission, Crossbones never complained once.

In contrast, Captain America, a soldier, constantly made a big deal out of his boss Nick Fury's little secrets.

Black Widow slacked off—no pay, no crime-busting; pay her enough, and she'd take down even Corvus Glaive.

Hawkeye was a pro at getting mind-controlled, constantly turned, and a part-time teammate-delivery service, namely Quicksilver.

And these were S.H.I.E.L.D.'s own agents.

Not to mention Iron Man and Hulk—they could barely control themselves.

Sure, they were heroes, and smart too.

But the smarter someone is, the more self-centered they become, and that brings more trouble.

Wasn't the terrifying Ultron created by the two of them?

Coming to this Marvel Universe, Heisenberg had his own plans.

He knew he wasn't suited to be a lone-wolf superhero.

He might have enough compassion to lend a hand to helpless old people and children.

But that compassion only went so far.

He wasn't kind enough to love boundlessly like a true Superman.

So, his definition of himself in the Marvel Universe was that of an outsider player.

After all, everyone has a hero inside them, but his Owl might just be seen as a big villain.

At the same time, Heisenberg understood his own nature better than anyone.

Deep down, he carried the cunning and weakness of an ordinary commoner.

And with over a decade of business experience, he'd honed enough worldliness and greed.

Before his transmigration, he'd sold seals, issued small loans, operated excavators, delivered river sand, and distributed beer—those in the know would understand.

From the son of an ordinary worker to a small-town boss earning nearly two million a year.

He...

His abilities were just that limited.

All those schemes and strategies...

He couldn't handle them!

Even managing a few dozen employees was a stretch.

But for him, building an organization to serve him was absolutely necessary.

He did have superhuman strength, hearing that could catch nearly every sound in the city, and vision that could see through walls from kilometers away.

But could he do all that every single day?

So, he needed a group of people to serve him, to handle things he couldn't conveniently deal with himself.

Not everything could be solved by smashing it with his fists!

When it came to creating such an organization for himself...

He definitely couldn't do it alone. If he tried to manage it himself, he could rely on strength and intimidation to keep his underlings from betraying him.

But would those underlings be his subordinates or his burdens?

Could those underlings spread an intelligence network stretching to the North and South Poles?

Could those underlings handle the various troubles in his life and maintain his public image among the general populace?

Could those underlings bribe American officials and forge an invincible reputation for him among governments worldwide?

If he relied only on himself, leading a bunch of underlings might be worse than going solo!

So, in just a short moment, Heisenberg decided to absorb enough talent for himself.

Even Superman needed a league, the Justice League, to face more and dangerous enemies.

And could he really harvest the entire Marvel Universe for Origin Matter all by himself?

One person couldn't be as efficient as a group!

When Heisenberg was still atop the Three-Winged Building and heard that the person chatting with Barbara was Kingpin, he'd already decided to kill Kingpin.

Kingpin's underlings were such a great foundation!

Think about it—Kingpin, as the emperor of the American underworld, the ruler of New York's underground, with forty percent of all criminal activity in the US tied to him.

And Kingpin had held that position for over a decade, and if Heisenberg didn't kill him, he'd have been the underworld emperor for sixty years in the comics!

His underlings had been drilled by him for over ten years, their rule over the underground ingrained into their bones.

If Heisenberg just tweaked them a bit, he could fully take over a large chunk of America's underground network—it was an incredibly cost-effective deal.

So Heisenberg nodded in satisfaction, patted the uneasy Bullseye, and said to Barbara, who was full of shock and anxiety.

"You heard that, right? He wanted to kill me, so I killed him. Whoever's stronger stands.

And he was weaker, so he's down. Makes sense, doesn't it?"

With that, Heisenberg lightly patted Bullseye's shoulder and asked.

"After Kingpin's dead, those bastards under him will probably be in chaos for a while. Can you handle taking over what he left behind?"

"I can't do it!"

"Huh?"

Heisenberg was taken aback. Bullseye's answer wasn't what he expected.

In his mind, since he'd subdued Bullseye and given him this chance to prove himself...

Bullseye would definitely seize the opportunity and do his best to prove his worth!

How could he say it couldn't be done?

He wasn't thinking—Kingpin was the true crime lord, while Bullseye was at best a top-tier enforcer.

Even if Kingpin died, those who once bowed to him wouldn't necessarily bow to the one who took him out!

And Bullseye began explaining to Heisenberg.

"Kingpin was brutal, vicious, ruthless, and unreasonable, but the criminal code he established has been in place across America for over a decade.

People are used to the night with Kingpin in it, but they'll never get used to me!

Even if Kingpin dies, I don't have the power to make his other subordinates willingly submit.

Our positions were roughly equal before; they're not people I can easily suppress or control.

I'm sorry, Boss, I really want to prove my value to you, but without at least a year, I simply can't carry out your orders."

"Uh, fine, fine, but I can't wait a whole year!"

Heisenberg said helplessly.

He had to admit, that headless fat bastard next to him actually had some real skill.

After thinking for a moment, Heisenberg spoke again.

"Here's the plan—let's leave Kingpin's mess alone for now and let it sort itself out.

As for you, you won't be out of a job. I'll have a nightclub soon enough.

Ever managed a nightclub? If not, give it a try. I'll find someone else to handle the mess Kingpin left behind!"

"Yes!"

Bullseye nodded hastily, but he couldn't hide the disappointment in his heart.

In his mind, he still held high hopes for Heisenberg as his new boss.

First, this new boss seemed to have some mysterious connection to S.H.I.E.L.D.

Second, the boss's power was overwhelming. With such a strong foundation, he could easily build an empire bigger than Kingpin's.

Finally...

This boss's career looked like it was just starting out, and Bullseye might be his very first subordinate—a huge opportunity!

How did he figure out Heisenberg was just starting out?

Uh...

Heisenberg was still only wearing a pair of Nick Fury's pants, his bare torso making him look no different from a homeless Vietnam War veteran in America.

And Second Basha Nightclub was this boss's first nightclub...

Wasn't that proof of a career just beginning?

So, desperate to seize the chance, Bullseye steeled himself, stepped right in front of Heisenberg, and volunteered with a serious expression.

"Boss, while I'm fully capable of running a nightclub, management and operations aren't my specialty.

You could grab any manager off Wall Street, and they'd be qualified to take my place in a nightclub.

But I'm confident my talents can eliminate most of your troubles. Of course, your power is immense, but a man of your stature doesn't need to stand before every small-time thug.

I want to take over Kingpin's current enforcer team—they've been my men for over a decade.

And with my team's strength, I can carve out enough profit from Kingpin's old territory for you!"

As he spoke, Bullseye's expression grew more tense.

"Please trust me, Boss. Even if you have other colleagues more suited to replace Kingpin, my actions will only make it easier for him to take over Kingpin's position, not harder."

Thud!

Bullseye dropped to one knee and shouted loudly at Heisenberg.

"Please allow me to dedicate my strength to your cause, Boss!"

As Bullseye's words fell, Heisenberg's heart surged with excitement.

The scene before him, the feeling in that moment—

These were things he could never have experienced before his transmigration.

What kind of creature is a man?

Power, money—only the weakness and submission of others can truly hit a man's sweet spot.

And now, with Bullseye scratching that itch, Heisenberg suppressed his excitement and gave Bullseye a slight nod.

"Do as you say."

He said.

"No matter what difficulties you face, don't be afraid, because your boss is me, and I am Heisenberg."