Out of Place

"Stop yelling, snap out of it!"

Feeling the noise at his ear growing more intense, Heisenberg quickly grabbed Barbara's little paw and shook her around in the air.

Jarred by Heisenberg's interruption, Barbara barely managed to pull herself out of her panic.

The next moment, after taking in her position, Barbara's eyes blurred...

With a sobbing tone, she asked Heisenberg.

"I'm dead, aren't I? I must be dead."

"Uh..."

Heisenberg looked completely baffled.

"Why would you think that?"

"I'm in space, I... I'm actually in space!"

Barbara repeated in disbelief, but her excitement was quickly cut short by Heisenberg.

"It's only twenty thousand meters. Don't tell me you've never been this high before—this is hardly space!"

"I have been, sure I have, but never like this, wearing a little suit and sunbathing at twenty thousand meters!"

As she spoke, Barbara tugged hard on Heisenberg's hand, pulling herself into his arms.

At the same time, she leaned in and started pecking fiercely at his chin and cheek.

"I'm throwing caution to the wind. Oh my god, this is way too romantic for any woman.

I'm actually flying, I'm being taken up into the sky by a man, I...!"

"You'd better tell me where the nightclub is right now, or the man who took you up here can just as easily drop you down!"

Heisenberg ruthlessly cut off Barbara's rambling.

Why do men generally dislike women who are too smart, especially female agents?

Because you never know which of their words are true and which are false.

So, faced with Barbara's ambiguous and unreadable enthusiasm, Heisenberg instead grew calm.

Of course, it might also be because Barbara had transformed from the hoodie-and-sneakers Barbie Doll into a suit-and-heels office-style...

Anyway, Heisenberg wasn't the least bit interested in Barbara's office-lady getup.

Seeing that Heisenberg wasn't as captivated as she'd imagined, Barbara felt a flicker of disappointment.

But disappointment aside, she still had to give directions.

She looked around and couldn't help rolling her eyes.

"We're over twenty thousand meters up, the clouds are ridiculously thick, I can't even see New York. How am I supposed to point the way?"

"Right, right, so it's my fault for taking you for a spin, huh?"

Heisenberg muttered, then pulled Barbara down through the clouds.

He didn't fly as fast as before, leaving her some time to take in the view.

And just as Heisenberg had guessed, Barbara kept reaching out, trying to touch the wind and clouds.

"Every other time I've been this high, I had to be geared up like an astronaut. I love how easy this is now!"

The warmth of the wind, the softness of the clouds, and Barbara's wild excitement blended together perfectly.

Watching Barbara yell out her emotions like a goofy dog, Heisenberg smiled to himself, then quickly landed on the tallest building in all of New York.

Standing there, Heisenberg and Barbara could see almost the entire city!

So once Barbara was steady, Heisenberg pointed down at the city below.

"About where is that nightclub you mentioned?"

"Mm-hmm, over there, and there, and there too."

"Okay."

Heisenberg nodded, then wrapped his arm around the woman again, patted her on the rear, and flew off.

About forty seconds after they left, another armored figure, a mix of gold and red, flew over.

The armor landed with a whoosh right where Heisenberg had been standing, and the faceplate lifted to reveal the annoyed face of a billionaire.

"Coming to my rooftop to pick up women, Heisenberg, you alien bastard is really crossing the line!"

Tony glared up at the sky in irritation, but he couldn't spot Heisenberg anywhere.

He knew full well that Heisenberg's flight speed was something Earth technology couldn't catch up to in twenty years!

So after a moment, he grumbled and headed back to his lab.

Sitting in his cluttered lab, Tony Stark felt pretty annoyed.

If it weren't for how slow his armor's deployment system was, he would have blasted Heisenberg in the face the second he showed up.

That armor deployment rig usually didn't feel like a problem, but in a critical moment, it really wasted too much time.

No!

He slammed his hand on the table and made a snap decision.

The Mark IV had to be changed. He needed to design the latest deployment procedure as much as possible.

And he also had to develop a Mark V, with portability as the core theme.

If he ever ran into an opponent like Heisenberg on the street one day, he wouldn't be taken out in an instant!

But the question was, with his current technology, how far could he push the portability of his armor?

Calculations, endless calculations. Three hours later.

Tony had roughly obtained the data. With his current technical level, he could definitely shrink his armor's portability down to the size of a briefcase.

As for weight, it shouldn't exceed thirty kilograms.

While Tony was hard at work on his spur-of-the-moment portable armor, Heisenberg had already arrived at his nightclub.

The Second Basha Nightclub was located closer to Brooklyn District, far from the Queens area Heisenberg had originally demanded, but it was indeed near Hell's Kitchen.

Heisenberg didn't dwell on the Queens matter. After all, the only reason he'd made that request was because he'd thought of Little Spider.

Now that he had a more suitable venue, there was no need to hang himself on Queens.

As one of Kingpin's top nightclubs, the Second Basha Nightclub occupied the top three floors of the most luxurious building in Brooklyn District.

Heisenberg didn't care about the building itself—no need—he only cared about his nightclub.

So he flew straight to the third floor of his nightclub.

Which was also the highest point of the building.

Sure enough, the building had a lavish rooftop.

Kingpin hadn't just installed a helipad up there; he'd also excavated and designed a ultra-trendy swimming pool.

In his past life, Heisenberg had seen many trendy rooftop infinity pools, and now, all of that was easily within his grasp.

Following the pool and badminton court toward the penthouse, Heisenberg directly pried open the penthouse door and stepped into his future living quarters.

The penthouse villa was fairly large, covering about eight hundred square meters.

Heisenberg descended the spiral staircase to the top floor of the building, the floor he would use for entertaining guests and working out.

Game room, gym—everything was there, just as Heisenberg had imagined.

But the kink room...

"Ahem!"

Heisenberg coughed twice, his expression unchanged as he led Barbara past the doorway filled with ropes and sex toys.

"This place's decor has to change. Too much glass—privacy isn't very convenient!"

Heisenberg sighed, pretending nothing was wrong as he led Barbara through the soundproofed corridor and took the elevator down to the actual nightclub.

The moment the elevator doors opened, Heisenberg saw two men standing in the hallway.

Dark purple carpet, soft pink lighting—even though two burly men stood ahead, Heisenberg found them rather pleasant-looking.

And the moment the elevator doors opened, the two burly men respectfully approached Heisenberg.

"Boss Bullseye called me. I'm very happy to work under you. I'm George Alchott, and this is Billy Khan. We're both sales assistants for this nightclub."

"Mm. Change the nightclub's name. Call it the Academy of Sciences."

Heisenberg ordered coldly.

The moment the words left his mouth, both assistants' heads started buzzing.

"This... Academy of Sciences... this, this...!"

Billy clearly didn't understand.

Heisenberg gave further instructions.

"Is it that hard to imagine? Run a promotion with a Mars exploration theme. Change all the girls' bras to Mars patterns. Is that so difficult?"

"Uh!"

"You're truly brilliant!"

Both assistants instantly turned sycophantic. Heisenberg walked past them, through the corridor, and entered the nightclub's backstage via the boss's passage.

After he left, the two assistants were still discussing the science-themed nightclub dress code in the hallway.

"You said bras can use Mars patterns. What about the panties? The Mariana Trench?"

"Or maybe the East African Rift?"

Leaving their dilemma aside, the moment Heisenberg passed through the boss's passage, he found himself in the nightclub's changing room.

Or rather, the dressing room—in short, the backstage of the stage.

When the door swung open, over forty women froze mid-motion.

So when Heisenberg saw them, at least seven were still caught in the act of pulling up their pants...

"This..."

Heisenberg wished he could take a long, deep drag of a cigarette.

Was this the life of a nightclub owner?

Did Kingpin live in such a fiery, tormented environment every day?

Shameless!

With that, Heisenberg pursed his lips and quietly swapped in a warm, genial smile.

"Ladies, I'm your new boss. Just call me Heisenberg."

"Whoa~~!"

"The new boss is so handsome!"

"So burly, so strong!"

"Those pecs could crush my heart to pieces!"

"Boss, do you need some olive oil? I can rub it on for you!"

The twittering of birds and swallows wouldn't stop, and Heisenberg nearly let his heart bloom with joy.

Control, control, and more control—Heisenberg made an immense leap in his expression management.

After a moment, Heisenberg turned around like a gentleman, signaling the ladies to tidy themselves up first.

The women immediately giggled and slipped into their performance outfits.

Especially the strippers—they took especially long, because they had to layer on an abundance of clothing.

Only by stripping slowly enough, and stripping off enough, could they build the customers' anticipation, right?

One bold girl even charged over, trying to cover Heisenberg's eyes from behind and play a game with him...

Cover your eyes, and guess who I am by the size of the chest pressed against your back...

Too bad Barbara was right there—her delicate features and dangerous aura made that girl hesitate until the very end, never daring to make a move.

Once the ladies were mostly dressed, Heisenberg turned back and started chatting and laughing with them.

"I don't know what Kingpin's rules were for you before, but I don't care.

You just need to follow the order I set for you.

And my order has only one point: no buying or selling drugs in my nightclub.

As for everything else, you can go out for the night with a willing john, or do whatever you want.

As long as you don't do drugs and don't mess with the club's liveliness, you'll be the freest midnight workers in all of America—I said it!"

"Ohhh!!!"

"Long live Heisenberg, haha!"

"Honey, can I call you honey?"

"I love the boss to death—let me show you my skills!"

The women instantly erupted into a chaotic uproar.

They knew better than anyone that for them, going out for the night with a hot-blooded customer was their biggest source of income as ordinary strippers.

Especially since this club was high-end—the people who could afford to come here, while not necessarily filthy rich or noble, were at least middle-class New Yorkers.

So, Heisenberg hadn't raised their pay or discussed tip splits with them.

But as long as he didn't restrict their interactions with clients, they were confident they could triple their income by seducing customers into overnight stays!

Amid the ladies' cheerful laughter, Heisenberg quietly slipped out of the backstage and found a cozy booth to sit down in.

Employees in the know kept coming up to him, bowing or bringing him drinks.

But he seemed to fade out of the world.

Sitting right there, yet utterly out of sync with everything around him.

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