Out of Place

"Stop screaming. Snap out of it!"

The noise by his ear seemed to be getting worse, so Heisenberg quickly grabbed Barbara by her little paw and shook her through the air.

Interrupted by Heisenberg, Barbara barely managed to emerge from her terror.

The next instant, after seeing where she was, Barbara's eyes blurred...

She asked Heisenberg in a trembling voice.

"I'm dead, aren't I? I have to be, right?"

"Uh..."

Heisenberg looked utterly bewildered.

"Why would you think that?"

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

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

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

"I have, I really have, but I've never been twenty thousand meters in the air, soaking up the sun in a little business suit like this!"

As Barbara spoke, she tugged hard along Heisenberg's arm and pulled herself into his embrace.

At the same time, she leaned over and fiercely pecked at Heisenberg's chin and cheeks.

"I don't care about being reserved anymore. Oh my God, oh my God, this is far too romantic for any woman.

I'm flying. A man actually brought me into the sky. I...!"

"Tell me where the Nightclub is right now, or the man who brought you up here can throw you back down the same way!"

Heisenberg mercilessly cut Barbara off.

Why did men generally dislike women who were too smart, especially female agents?

Because you had no idea which of her words were true and which were false.

So, faced with Barbara's ambiguous, impossible-to-read enthusiasm, Heisenberg instead became calm.

Of course, it might also have been because Barbara had transformed from a little Barbie Doll in a sporty hoodie into a little one with an office-worker suit style...

In any case, Heisenberg had absolutely no interest in Barbara wearing an OL outfit.

Seeing that Heisenberg did not seem as attracted as she had imagined, Barbara felt briefly disappointed.

But disappointed or not, she still had to give directions.

She looked around and could not help rolling her eyes.

"We're over twenty thousand meters in the air, and the clouds are unbelievably thick. I can't even see New York clearly. How am I supposed to direct you?"

"Yeah, yeah, it's all my fault for wanting to take you for a ride, right?"

Heisenberg muttered, pulling Barbara as he darted down through the clouds.

He did not fly as fast as before, instead leaving Barbara some time to enjoy the view.

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

"Every time I come this high, I have to gear up almost like an astronaut. I love how relaxed this feels!"

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

Watching Barbara shout like a silly dog to vent her emotions, Heisenberg smiled knowingly, then swiftly stopped atop the tallest building in all of New York.

Standing here, Heisenberg and Barbara could see nearly the whole of New York!

Once Barbara had found her footing, Heisenberg pointed down at the city.

"Roughly where is the Nightclub you mentioned?"

"Mm-hm, over there, there, and then there."

"Mm."

Heisenberg nodded, then wrapped his arms around the woman again, patted her backside, and flew away.

More than forty seconds after they left, another armored figure of intertwined gold and red flew over.

The armor landed with a whoosh where Heisenberg had just stood. Then the figure's faceplate lifted, revealing the displeased face of a wealthy man.

"You actually came to flirt with girls on my roof, Heisenberg. You alien really went too far!"

Tony looked irritably at the sky, but he could not find any trace of Heisenberg.

He understood it himself as well. Heisenberg's flying speed was simply not something Earth's technology could catch up to within twenty years!

So after looking around, he returned to his laboratory in a huff.

Sitting amid the cluttered laboratory, Tony Stark felt rather annoyed.

If his armor had not taken so long to put on, he would definitely have rushed over and blasted Heisenberg in the face the moment he appeared.

Usually, the armor's deployment system did not seem like a problem, but at critical moments, it really wasted too much time.

No!

He slapped the table and swiftly made his decision.

Mark IV had to be modified. He needed to design a new deployment procedure as quickly as possible.

And he also had to develop a Mark V, with portability as its central theme.

If he ran into an opponent like Heisenberg while walking down the street someday, he would not be taken out instantly!

But here was the problem: with his current technology, just how portable could he make the armor?

Calculation. Endless calculation. Three hours later.

Tony had roughly obtained the data. With his current technological level, he could definitely make his armor portable enough to fit into a suitcase.

As for the weight, it should not exceed thirty kilograms.

While Tony was working hard on his sudden idea for portable armor, Heisenberg had already arrived at his own Nightclub.

The Second Basha Nightclub was closer to the Brooklyn District and nowhere near the Queens Heisenberg had requested, but it was indeed near Hell's Kitchen.

Heisenberg did not dwell on the matter of Queens, since the only reason he had brought it up in the first place was because he had thought of Little Spider.

Now that he had a more suitable place, there was no need to hang himself up over Queens.

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

Heisenberg did not care about the building itself, because there was no need to. He only cared about his own Nightclub.

So he flew directly to the third floor of his Nightclub.

In other words, the very top of the building.

Sure enough, the building really did have a luxurious rooftop.

Kingpin had not only installed a helipad there, but had also excavated and designed an ultra-fashionable Swimming Pool.

Heisenberg had seen many viral skyscraper pools in his previous life, but now, such things were within easy reach.

Walking past the Swimming Pool and badminton court toward the penthouse, Heisenberg directly pried open the penthouse doors and entered his future living quarters.

The penthouse villa was fairly spacious, covering roughly eight hundred square meters.

Heisenberg descended along the circular stairway to the top floor of the building, the floor he intended to use for receiving guests and training.

A game room, a gym, everything one could need—Heisenberg could imagine all that.

But the playroom...

"Cough, cough!"

Heisenberg coughed twice and, without changing expression, led Barbara past a room filled with ropes and sex toys.

"The decoration in this place needs to change. There's too much glass, which makes privacy rather inconvenient!"

Heisenberg sighed, pretending nothing had happened as he led Barbara through the soundproof corridor, took the elevator down, and arrived at the real Nightclub.

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

The dark purple carpet and pale pink lighting made Heisenberg feel that, despite the two burly men standing ahead, they actually looked rather handsome.

Likewise, 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 are both marketing assistants at this Nightclub."

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

Heisenberg gave the order coldly.

The moment he finished speaking, the two assistants' heads instantly began buzzing.

"This... Academy of Sciences... Th-this...!"

Billy clearly did not understand.

Heisenberg gave further instructions.

"Is that so hard to imagine? Plan an event for me, themed around a Mars expedition. Then replace all the girls' bras with Mars patterns. Is that difficult?"

"Uh!"

"You truly are brilliant!"

The two assistants instantly became sycophantic. Heisenberg passed them and walked through the hallway, following the owner's passage to the Nightclub's backstage area.

After he left, the two assistants were still in the hallway discussing the science-themed Nightclub outfits.

"You think Mars patterns can go on the bras, but what about the panties? The Mariana Trench?"

"Or the East African Rift Valley?"

Leaving aside the two men's dilemma, the moment Heisenberg passed through the owner's passage, he discovered that he had entered the Nightclub's changing room.

Or perhaps it was a wardrobe room. In any case, it was backstage.

When the door opened, more than forty girls stopped what they were doing at once.

So when Heisenberg saw them, at least seven of them were still in the middle of putting on their pants...

"This..."

Heisenberg wished he could take a huge drag from a cigarette.

Was this the life of a Nightclub owner?

Did Kingpin normally live in such a hellish environment?

Shameless!

So Heisenberg pursed his lips and quietly put on a warm smile.

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

"Wow~~!"

"The new boss is so handsome!"

"So big, so strong!"

"Those pecs could practically crush my heart!"

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

The girls chirped nonstop, and Heisenberg nearly blossomed with delight.

Control it, control it, control it again. Heisenberg made an enormously significant improvement in facial expression management.

A moment later, Heisenberg turned around like a gentleman, signaling for the girls to get themselves sorted out first.

The girls immediately giggled as they put on their performance outfits.

The strippers in particular took especially long, because they had especially many layers to put on.

Only by stripping slowly and taking off enough could they make customers anticipate it more.

Some bolder girls even rushed over, wanting to cover Heisenberg's eyes from behind and play a game with him...

A game of covering your eyes and having you guess who I am based on the size of the breasts pressed against your back...

Unfortunately, Barbara was right beside him. Her exquisite appearance and dangerous aura made the girl too scared to make a move in the end.

Once the girls were more or less dressed, Heisenberg turned back around and chatted with them smilingly.

"I don't know what demands Kingpin used to make of you, but I don't care.

You only need to follow the order I establish for you.

And my order has only one rule: no buying or selling drugs in my Nightclub.

As for everything else, you can spend the night with a wealthy client you like, or do anything else you want.

As long as you don't use drugs and don't ruin the Nightclub's lively atmosphere, you'll be the freest midnight workers in the entire United States. I said so!"

"Ooh, ooh, ooh!!!"

"Long live Heisenberg, haha!"

"Darling, can I call you darling?"

"I love the boss so much! I'm going to let you taste my skills!"

The girls immediately erupted into chaos.

More than anyone else, they understood that for ordinary strippers like them, spending the night with overheated customers was their greatest source of income.

Especially since this Nightclub was high-end. The people who could afford to spend money here might not necessarily be extremely rich or noble, but they were at least New York's middle class.

So although Heisenberg had not raised their salaries or discussed a share of tips with them,

as long as he did not restrict their interactions with customers, they were confident they could triple their income by seducing clients into booking them for the night!

Amid the girls' happy laughter, Heisenberg quietly left backstage and found a booth he liked.

Employees with well-informed sources kept coming over to him, either bowing to him or bringing him drinks.

Yet he seemed to exist outside the world.

Though he sat there in plain sight, he was utterly out of place with the entire world.

The contract had been mailed, and the status would be changed to signed at an unspecified time. Those who have not had time to invest can hurry and earn the first round of signing profits.