Daredevil

About twenty minutes passed...

The phone rang.

Heisenberg picked it up and glanced at it. Barbara...

Fine.

He casually hung up. She was probably calling to ask about him throwing ice cubes at reporters.

Boring. His team could handle it.

S.H.I.E.L.D. knew what was what too. Since Heisenberg had hung up, they did not disturb him further.

No matter how the news world erupted, or how citizens supporting and opposing Heisenberg fought outside City Hall, none of it affected Heisenberg's rest.

He slept until after four in the afternoon before waking leisurely.

He had become lazy beyond measure, simply because basking in the sun felt far too good.

He even wanted to spend some time inside the sun.

But for now, he was not sure whether his body, which had only been strengthened by sunlight for about a week, could immediately withstand the sun's internal heat and radiation.

Still, one day, Heisenberg would absolutely play in the sun to his heart's content!

And his plans went far beyond that.

If he ever got the chance to visit some world with gods, could he become the Sun God and turn the sun into a toy he carried around with him?

But that was all too far away for now. At present, Heisenberg only wanted to harvest Origin Matter properly on Marvel Earth.

After waking up, he basked in the sunlight as usual while thinking about the future.

Over the past few days, he had gradually considered many ways to change the fate of everyone on Earth.

At first, he wanted to bring some relatively powerful opponents to Earth and stage a battle of desperate odds.

Then, during the battle, he would smash Earth's core, forcing humanity to survive in space.

Changing the fate of seven or eight billion people in an instant—what was not to like?

But considering certain hidden big shots on Marvel Earth...

Like The Ancient One, whom countless people never stopped talking about...

In the end, Heisenberg gave up on that plan.

But although he had abandoned the idea of destroying Earth, he had not abandoned the thought of sending Earthlings into space.

If destroying Earth to force humanity to leave was inconvenient, then he could use a few gentler methods.

After thinking it over, he temporarily set his sights on Asgard.

What about using Asgard's Bifrost to launch a grand development plan for the Nine Realms from Earth?

If it was implemented, the fates of at least forty or fifty percent of all life on Earth would probably change.

But then he thought of Odin, old yet always seeming unfathomably deep...

What was the point of fighting and killing? Harmony came first. He would stay peaceful for two years and wait until Odin died.

According to the movie plot, after Odin died, Hela, the Goddess of Death, would emerge.

As long as he persuaded—or slept with—Hela, could he not use the resources Asgard had accumulated over thousands of years without condition?

That was only one proposal. Heisenberg had even better ideas.

For example, finding The Collector in space and selling himself!

That was right. He was the only Kryptonian in the entire universe. Was he not worth something?

Besides, The Collector would only collect his body after he died. The Collector could wait, then. How could he possibly die?

After selling himself, he could buy and steal The Collector's countless spacecraft and send them back to Earth!

Nothing else needed to be said. As long as Heisenberg handed those ships to the governments of every nation, Earthlings would leave the Solar System within half a year and invade the Milky Way Galaxy within three years!

Earthlings were just that greedy—or perhaps that ambitious?

In any case, Heisenberg had long listed countless plans in his mind. He only needed the right opportunity, and he would gradually put them into action.

Starting from Earth and spreading throughout the universe, within twenty years, he would harvest so much Origin Matter that his hands would go numb!

Ding!

Just as he was thinking, the villa door opened.

Heisenberg turned to look. The arrival was someone he did not recognize.

But the guy was actually carrying his most loyal subordinate, Bullseye!

"Well, aren't you impressive? You caught Bullseye just like that?"

"That's right, Heisenberg!"

As he spoke, the man tossed Bullseye in front of Heisenberg.

"Since you killed Kingpin, that proves you still have a sense of justice. So why did you continue supporting Bullseye's gang war in Hell's Kitchen afterward?"

As the strangely dressed man questioned him, Bullseye landed on the ground with a splat and even bounced twice.

Heisenberg stretched out a foot and kicked Bullseye in the stomach. There was no reaction at all.

Then he caught a whiff of the strange smell on Bullseye...

"A large amount of ether. Were you planning to take Bullseye and me out in one go?"

Heisenberg asked with interest. Yet the moment his words fell, the oddly dressed man suddenly turned and fled.

He clearly had not expected the large amount of knockout drugs he had prepared in advance to have no effect at all.

In an instant, the man had reached the edge of the building and leaped straight off.

He unfolded his suit in midair. A simple foldable glider was clearly hidden behind it.

"Haha, interesting!"

As he spoke, Heisenberg soared into the air and flew behind the man in the blink of an eye.

Grabbing the glider in one hand, Heisenberg hauled him back to the rooftop and slammed him down beside Bullseye.

"Daredevil, right? Horns on your head, right? A lawyer, right? Blind, right?"

That's right. This strangely dressed bastard was clearly one of Hell's Kitchen's homegrown superheroes, Daredevil.

Or Night Devil.

Heisenberg questioned the Night Devil sentence after sentence as the man lay there in too much pain to speak.

But Night Devil was tough enough. Though countless bones throughout his body had been shattered, he did not cry out in pain, nor did he say a single weak word to Heisenberg.

Looking at the blind man like this, Heisenberg felt rather helpless.

This guy was still a superhero, after all. Though he was weak, indecisive, blind, and burdened with too much baggage.

But if Heisenberg killed him outright...

Then he would have to kill Luke Cage, Jessica Jones, Iron Fist, and the other young people who came to avenge Daredevil afterward.

He might even run into someone Heisenberg particularly admired who came looking for revenge—the Punisher.

In short, Heisenberg did not want to kill this Daredevil.

But even if he was not going to kill him, that did not mean he would simply let him go.

He would lock him up first. Once all his friends came, Heisenberg could recruit them together and see whether these young people muddling around in Hell's Kitchen had any interest in joining his Injustice League.

With that thought, red light flashed in Heisenberg's eyes as he looked toward Bullseye's backside.

"AAAAAAAH!!!"

Amid a piercing scream, Bullseye jumped up while clutching the left side of his buttocks in agony.

He was about to curse when he suddenly saw Heisenberg.

Poor Bullseye immediately caved.

"Boss, I was set up, I..."

"It's not a big deal. Drag this thing away and lock him up first."

Heisenberg gave the order softly.

As soon as he finished speaking, Bullseye hurried to obey. But beyond following orders, he wanted even more to explain why he had failed.

So, while hoisting Daredevil onto his shoulder, he quietly explained to Heisenberg.

"Him... people in Hell's Kitchen call him Daredevil. He's a troublesome vigilante.

"I was going to kill him, but I never expected him to use a huge amount of hallucinogens to ambush me.

"Boss, please give me one more chance. I definitely won't just so easily..."

"Won't just die like a dog?"

Heisenberg boredly patted Bullseye on the shoulder.

"I told you, it's not a big deal. Relax and go do your job properly."

After saying that, Heisenberg lay back down on his lounge chair, closed his eyes, and silently basked in the sun again.

As for Bullseye...

He could only take Daredevil away helplessly.

When he had just gone downstairs, Bullseye was still uneasy. He truly did not know how far this failure would make Heisenberg's opinion of him plummet.

But as he walked, once the fear and unease gradually faded...

His mind filled with humiliation and hatred instead.

He shot Daredevil a vicious glare!

(°_°)...

Wait!

Bullseye's eyes suddenly lit up.

It seemed he had never carried a completely defenseless Daredevil on his shoulder like this before.

Who exactly was Daredevil? What did he do? Was he some playboy like Batman in the comics, or some homeless man on the street?

And Daredevil could not resist now, so did that not mean Bullseye could do whatever he wanted with him?

Tsk, tsk, tsk...

Bullseye had suddenly opened the door to a new world.

Three minutes later, in the basement of Heisenberg Mansion, Bullseye tied Daredevil to a ruined lab table in the abandoned drug-making facility.

Before it was renamed Heisenberg Mansion, the building had been called Golden Mansion and had always been one of Kingpin's largest drug manufacturing bases.

But after Heisenberg took over, he abolished drugs, and Bullseye personally led people in smashing up this laboratory.

Do not ask why he had not sold the drug-making equipment to earn some money.

Was it not all to show his loyalty?

And now, this abandoned drug-making base had come in handy.

After the Daredevil incident, Bullseye felt he could completely convert the basement into a private prison!

Then he could stuff every damn strangely dressed vigilante inside!

Starting with Daredevil!

Bullseye solemnly pulled out a throwing knife, its sharp blade immediately resting against Daredevil's face.

What decent person would reach out and remove a mask? They all cut it off with a knife.

After the mask fell away, Bullseye thought the face looked familiar.

"Is this that lawyer? That blind guy?!!"

He was stunned.

"I was defeated countless times by a blind man? I... I fucking...!"

Without another word, Bullseye viciously slapped Daredevil across the face.

Smack!!!

Splash.

Daredevil immediately spat out a mouthful of blood.

That blood gave Bullseye quite a fright.

He looked at his right hand in confusion.

Were his hands really that strong? Could one slap make someone cough up blood?

No, Daredevil had already been injured!

Realizing this, Bullseye hurriedly took off Daredevil's shirt.

At a glance, sure enough.

Daredevil's body was covered in bruises and purple swelling.

At least a dozen places were fractured!

"My god, the boss really hit hard. But the boss never said he should die. Does that mean I have to send Daredevil to the hospital?!!"

The decision left Bullseye conflicted.

Jokes were jokes, but he could not joke around with organized crime.

Bullseye himself would not go to a proper hospital even when he was injured.

Was he really going to send an archenemy like this for treatment?

Ring ring ring!

The phone suddenly rang, and Bullseye hurriedly pulled out his phone.

"Boss, what are your orders?"

"I just remembered something. I think I broke a few of that freak's bones when I threw him down. Take him to the hospital and get him checked out. Don't let him die!"

"Yes!"

Bullseye immediately expressed his obedience, but Heisenberg was not finished.

"Also, get that butt of yours checked out at the hospital.

"To wake you from the ether, I used a little force. Consider it punishment for this failure, got it?"

"Yes!"

Bullseye nodded again in agreement.

Once the call ended, Bullseye stood there and gritted his teeth in frustration.

He truly wished this blind man would die right now!

But what could he do?

Of course, he took Daredevil to the hospital.

As for his own ass, what was wrong with it?

Bullseye didn't feel like there was anything wrong with his ass.

That was what he thought, until he personally got into the car headed for the hospital.

The instant his ass touched the seat...

"Ugh—aaah!!!"

Three hours later, at the hospital.

The young nurses were huddled in a corner, whispering among themselves.

"Did you hear? What rich people get up to is way too terrifying!"

"Yeah, that guy—what was his name? The famous gangster with a target tattooed on his head!"

"Bullseye, right? His ass and his friend's chest..."

"It was like they'd gotten their positions mixed up."

"One of them was missing nearly half an ass, while the other had seven or eight broken ribs?"

"Could they have used that legendary position where you fall from the sky?"

"Ewwww, that's terrifying!"