I Am Heisenberg

Pfft!!!

Splash...

Blood sprayed wildly, reaching high enough to barely touch the ceiling.

Heisenberg took two steps back and frowned.

"A little dirty!"

he said, then let out a breath thick with white mist.

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

Only after the chill spread throughout the room, making Barbara instinctively shrink back from the cold and terror,

did she seem to suddenly realize what had happened and let out a shocked scream.

"Damn it, why did you do this?"

"Let me give you some advice. If you want to live more happily, ask fewer questions about why. As for why I did it?"

Heisenberg turned around and patted Bullseye on the shoulder once more.

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

"Yes!"

Bullseye immediately nodded. Then, trembling slightly, he climbed up from the floor and stopped three steps in front of Barbara.

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

He spoke softly.

"Kingpin ordered me, his sharpest blade, to hurt the BOSS. Kingpin started all of this himself.

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

"Hahaha!"

Heisenberg immediately laughed. Bullseye truly was the excellent subordinate he had taken a liking to.

He was already calling him BOSS so quickly!

As for Bullseye switching sides so quickly, did that mean he was accustomed to betrayal and unworthy of cultivation or trust?

Of course not.

After Heisenberg had easily subdued him, Bullseye had still managed to stab him with that final knife.

And that knife had shouted out every last bit of loyalty in Bullseye's heart.

When he had been forced to kneel so easily, had Bullseye not understood how powerful Heisenberg was?

Even though his enemy was so terrifying, even though he knew the assassination might fail.

Bullseye had still chosen to make the attempt. Did he not know he might die?

So, was a person like that not loyal enough?

As for Bullseye calling him BOSS the moment Kingpin died.

Was that betrayal?

Of course not. It was simply maturity.

Besides, on Earth in the Marvel Cinematic Universe, aside from a certain reclusive bald old woman, who else was qualified to hurt Heisenberg?

Compared to those so-called superheroes in superhero comics, Heisenberg somewhat preferred villains like Bullseye, who served as subordinates and executors.

Look across all superhero movies, and you would find one distinctive trait.

Every superhero team was always the team with the most infighting, the most chaotic themes, the vaguest goals, and the worst execution!

Those so-called superheroes, each brimming with personality, freedom, and hope, yet whose actions were full of hesitation and indecision.

Without protagonist plot armor, they did not deserve to win at all!

Supervillains, on the other hand, were the opposite.

Bullseye under Kingpin was still rather lacking. After all, the guy was just a thug and truly could not grace any grand stage.

But look at the other villains.

For example, Crossbones of Hydra!

Utterly loyal to Hydra, he obeyed every command without hesitation and never objected to any decision made by his superiors. No matter how dangerous the mission, Crossbones would never utter a single complaint.

Captain America, on the other hand, as a soldier, constantly made a huge fuss over every little thing about his boss Nick Fury.

Black Widow put in appearances without putting in effort. If the pay was inadequate, she could not even crush a gang. Once the pay came through, she could cripple even General Obsidian.

Hawkeye specialized in getting controlled, repeatedly being turned, and moonlighting as someone who delivered his teammates away—namely Quicksilver.

And he was even S.H.I.E.L.D.'s own agent.

Not to mention Iron Man and Hulk. The two of them could barely even control themselves.

Indeed, they were heroes, and they were both intelligent.

But the smarter someone was, the more self-centered he became, and the more trouble he caused.

Wasn't the terrifying Ultron created by those two with their own hands?

Having arrived in this Marvel Universe, Heisenberg had his own plans.

He knew he was not suited to being a lone-wolf superhero.

Perhaps he possessed enough compassion to extend a helping hand to helpless elderly people and children.

But that was the extent of his compassion.

He was not kind enough to possess boundless love like a true Superman.

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

After all, everyone had a hero in his heart, while his ambition might simply lead others to see him as a great villain.

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

Deep in his bones lay the shrewdness and weakness common to ordinary people.

And his more than ten years in business had tempered him into someone sufficiently worldly and greedy.

Before transmigrating, he had sold seals, run small loans, owned excavators, delivered river sand, and wholesaled beer. Those who knew, knew.

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

He...

That was about the limit of his ability.

Schemes and stratagems, commanding from behind the scenes...

He could not handle them!

Even managing several dozen employees left him somewhat overwhelmed.

But for him, creating an organization that served him was extremely necessary.

He indeed possessed Superman's strength, hearing that could nearly catch every sound throughout an entire city, and eyesight that could see people hidden behind walls several kilometers away.

But could he do all those things every day?

Therefore, he needed a group of people to serve him and handle matters inconvenient for him to personally address.

Not every problem could be violently smashed apart with his fists!

So, when it came to building such an organization for himself...

He definitely could not do it alone. If he personally managed it, then while he could use strength and intimidation to make his subordinates afraid to betray him,

would those subordinates truly be his men, or merely burdens?

Could those subordinates establish an intelligence network stretching all the way to the North and South Poles?

Could those subordinates solve every kind of problem in his daily life and maintain his public image before ordinary citizens?

Could those subordinates bribe United States officials and forge for him an invincible standing among governments around the world?

If he had to rely only on himself, then bringing along a group of subordinates would probably be worse than working alone!

Thus, in only a brief moment, Heisenberg decided to recruit enough talent for himself.

Even Superman needed an alliance—the Justice League—to face more and more dangerous enemies.

Could he truly rely on himself alone to harvest the entire Marvel Universe like chives for Origin Matter?

How could one person ever be more efficient than a group?

When Heisenberg was still atop the Three-Winged Building and heard that the person speaking with Barbara was actually Kingpin, he had already considered killing Kingpin.

Kingpin's subordinates were such an excellent foundation!

Just think about it. Kingpin was the emperor of the United States underworld, the ruler of New York's underground. Forty percent of all criminal activity in the country was connected to Kingpin.

And Kingpin had maintained his position for more than a decade. If Heisenberg had not killed him, he would have remained the underworld emperor for sixty years in the comics!

His men had been trained by him for more than ten years, and their rule over the underworld had long since seeped into their bones.

With only a little restructuring, Heisenberg could take over more than half of the United States underground network intact. This was simply an incredibly profitable deal.

Thus, Heisenberg nodded in satisfaction. He patted the uneasy Bullseye, then said to the stunned and anxious Barbara.

"Did you hear that clearly? He wanted to kill me, so I killed him. The stronger one stays standing.

And since he was weaker, he lay down. Reasonable, right?"

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

"After Kingpin's death, those bastards under him will probably be in chaos for a while. Do you have the ability to take over the territory he left behind?"

"I can't do it!"

"Hm?"

Heisenberg froze. Why was Bullseye's answer different from what he had expected?

In his mind, since he had subdued Bullseye and given him this opportunity to prove himself.

Bullseye should have seized the chance and worked hard to demonstrate his value!

How could he say that he could not do it?

He had not considered that Kingpin was the true underworld emperor, while Bullseye was, at best, a top-tier enforcer.

Even if Kingpin died, the people who had once submitted to Kingpin would not necessarily submit to the person who killed him!

Bullseye began explaining to Heisenberg as well.

"Kingpin was overbearing, ruthless, brutal, and unreasonable, but the underworld rules he created have been practiced in the United States for more than ten years.

People are accustomed to nights with Kingpin in them, but they could never become accustomed to me!

Even if Kingpin dies, I do not have the ability to make his other subordinates sincerely submit to me directly.

Our previous positions were roughly equal, and they are not people I can easily suppress and control.

I'm sorry, BOSS. I truly want to prove my value to you, but without at least a year, I'm destined to be unable to complete your order."

"Uh, all right, all right, but I can't wait an entire year!"

Heisenberg said helplessly.

He had to admit that the brainless fat dead man beside him had actually been quite capable.

After thinking for a moment, Heisenberg spoke again.

"Let's do this. We won't touch Kingpin's operation for now. Let them fend for themselves.

As for you, I won't leave you unemployed. At the very least, I'll soon have a Nightclub.

Have you managed a Nightclub before? If not, give it a try. I'll find someone else to deal with the mess Kingpin left behind!"

"Yes!"

Bullseye nodded repeatedly, though he could not hide the disappointment in his heart.

In his mind, he had held great expectations for Heisenberg, his new boss.

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

Second, this boss's power was simply too great. With such a powerful foundation, he could absolutely build an enterprise even greater than Kingpin's.

Finally...

This boss's enterprise appeared to have only just begun, and he was very likely this boss's first subordinate. That was an enormous opportunity!

As for how he could tell that Heisenberg was only just starting out?

Uh...

At this moment, Heisenberg was still wearing nothing but a pair of Nick Fury's pants. Bare-chested, he looked no different from those homeless United States veterans of the Vietnam War.

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

Did that not mean his enterprise had only just begun?

Thus, determined to desperately seize the opportunity, Bullseye hardened his resolve, stepped before Heisenberg, and earnestly volunteered.

"BOSS, although I am fully capable of managing a Nightclub, management and operations are not my specialty.

If you casually grabbed anyone from Wall Street with managerial experience, they would be qualified to replace me at a Nightclub.

But I am confident that my talent can eliminate most of your troubles. Of course, your power is incomparably great, but a person of your stature has no need to stand before every insignificant person.

I hope to take over Kingpin's current team of enforcers. They were also my subordinates for the past ten or so years.

And I can use the power of my team and myself to bite off enough benefits for you from Kingpin's former territory!"

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

"Please believe me, BOSS. Even if you have another colleague more suitable than me to replace Kingpin, my actions will only make it easier for him to assume Kingpin's position, not cause trouble."

Thud!

Bullseye dropped to one knee and shouted loudly at Heisenberg.

"Please allow me to dedicate my strength to your enterprise, BOSS!"

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

The scene before him, the feeling at this moment.

Those were things he could never have experienced before transmigrating.

What kind of creature was a man?

Power and money—only the weakness and submission of others could touch a man's true G-spot.

And now, Heisenberg, whose itch Bullseye had scratched perfectly, restrained his excitement and gave Bullseye a slight nod.

"Do as you said!"

he said.

"Whatever difficulties you encounter, do not be afraid, because your BOSS is me, and I am Heisenberg."