The Uninvited Guest Steals the Show

Laughing as she went, Jessica's body began to tremble.

Her face twisted into a snarl as she looked at Heisenberg, but the moment she did, she forced herself to rein in her expression.

She didn't want Heisenberg, the man she'd come to trust, to see her ugly side.

But she couldn't help it.

The hatred and shame the Purple Man had planted in her heart were carved deep into her soul.

No matter how much she believed in Heisenberg's power and promises, she couldn't change the truth of her fear.

So what exactly had the Purple Man done to her?

Probably the kind of despair no woman ever wants to experience...

The Purple Man was a superhuman who could control others through information pheromones.

Back then, Jessica hadn't withered yet. She was still an innocent, kind-hearted, watered-down version of the little Supergirl, using her immense strength and incredible speed to fight crime—the kind of thing all superheroes loved to do.

And back then, Jessica's hero alias was Jewel.

Until Jewel met the Purple Man.

She was instantly under his control.

And the first thing the Purple Man did after controlling her was order her to take off all her clothes.

After that, the Purple Man controlled her to kill, controlled her to do what he wanted, controlled everything about her.

This lasted a full eight months.

Eight months of imprisonment and conditioning, so that even after she escaped that cage, she'd almost lost the courage to seek revenge.

She was even too afraid to feel murderous intent toward her tormentor.

That, perhaps, was her greatest pain.

The Jewel of the past, the trash of today.

Even Jessica herself felt like trash.

But Heisenberg didn't see it that way.

After all, Jessica was so white...

Noticing the agony on Jessica's face, Heisenberg pursed his lips thoughtfully, then rubbed his chin against the hair at her temple.

"What are you thinking? How about I take you to some fun places to clear your head."

"Where, your big bed?"

Jessica sighed, forcing a weak tease.

But Heisenberg didn't answer. Instead, he carried Jessica straight toward Earth.

Before long, the two stood atop an endless snowy mountain.

The wind and snow around them couldn't touch them, and the scenery below seemed to stretch out before their eyes.

This was the charm of the world's highest peak.

And it made Jessica look at Heisenberg thoughtfully.

"Standing on the highest mountain in the world, would you still fear the height of the Burj Khalifa?" Heisenberg asked Jessica.

Jessica thought for a moment, then countered.

"So you're telling me the gap between you and that demon is like Mount Everest and the Burj Khalifa?"

"No, I'm asking if you're afraid of heights. If not, we'll ski down."

"Go to hell!"

"Haha."

Heisenberg's joke made Jessica's expression brighten just a little.

Then, he carried her straight through the clouds, plunging into the Atlantic Ocean.

The sea first showed them its outer beauty, then told them it was deep, dark, and full of water.

In the nearly endless trenches, Jessica could already see creatures over a hundred meters long.

She covered her mouth in shock.

"See these giant creatures five thousand meters below the sea? Still think the Purple Man is something to be afraid of?"

At Heisenberg's question, Jessica hesitated for a long time, but in the end, she nodded.

Maybe nothing could ever wash away the fear the Purple Man had left in Jessica's heart.

The result disappointed Heisenberg. He'd thought this would be enough to dissolve at least a little of her fear.

Even just a little would've been fine.

But clearly, Jessica's mind was too badly damaged.

So there was only one last option: find the Purple Man, tie him up, and let Jessica kill him herself.

Maybe before the Purple Man died, they could even arrange a few hundred rounds of torture play for him, letting Jessica savor her enemy's misery.

That should do the trick!

Thinking this, Heisenberg picked up Jessica and brought her back to New York.

He didn't go anywhere else, but came straight to his nightclub.

He pressed Jessica down onto the sofa in the nightclub...

"Sit here and wait. I need to make a call."

With that, Heisenberg called Bullseye.

A moment later, the call connected, but the first voice Heisenberg heard wasn't Bullseye's—it was...

"Don't answer the phone while changing the dressing! Hang it up!"

"Get lost, just do your dressing change. This is the Boss calling, bo—ahhhh holy shit ahhh go easy I'm sorry ahhhh!!!"

Smack!

After the screams, the phone seemed to be snatched away by someone.

A moment later, a greeting came from the other end.

"So you're Bullseye's boss, the one who turned Matt into this?"

"Mhm. And you're Eliza, the only assassin under Kingpin who didn't defect to me?"

Heisenberg asked expressionlessly, gently patting Jessica on the head.

"Be good, sit here a moment. I've got a little trouble with one of my men."

"Mm, go deal with it. And you don't need help, right? I mean, if you need me, I'm still pretty capable."

Jessica's face seemed blank, but she had her own way of showing she cared.

Feeling cared for, Heisenberg smiled and shook his head.

"No need. Just a small problem. I'll grab you a couple of bottles."

"Low-alcohol ones. Don't get too drunk. There's a surprise for you later."

With that, Heisenberg fetched a bottle of champagne and tossed it to Jessica. By the time she caught it, he had already vanished.

On the other end of the line, Eliza in the hospital's private ward was stunned.

She never imagined Heisenberg would have such a fiery temper.

Weren't bosses supposed to keep their emotions hidden like Kingpin?

She'd only wanted to talk tough before backing down, and now he was coming straight over?

Meanwhile, Bullseye, getting his dressing changed harshly by the nurse, howled and spoke to Eliza with schadenfreude.

"The Boss moves fast. If you don't kneel now, it might be too late soon!"

"Bullshit, I—"

Before Eliza could finish her threat, Heisenberg had already passed through the glass and stood by Bullseye's hospital bed.

By the time he steadied himself, the sound of shattering glass hadn't even started yet.

Crash!

Only then did it ring out.

The little nurse looked up in shock, first at the glass, then at Heisenberg.

"Ahhhh~."

She fainted with a trembling shriek.

As for Heisenberg...

Slap!

He smacked the back of Bullseye's head.

"Who said I'm fast..."

"Haha, Boss, I'm sorry! Do you have any superpower that could get me out of the hospital sooner? I'm dying to fight for you, Boss!"

"No."

As he spoke, Heisenberg casually sat down on Bullseye's bed.

He glanced at the bed next to them, where Matt Murdock was lying.

As for Eliza, she stood by Daredevil's bedside.

Less than five meters from Heisenberg.

"Eliza, hello. I heard you have some complaints about me, so I came to see you in person."

Heisenberg greeted Eliza, then continued speaking before the stiffened Eliza could respond.

"You used to work for Kingpin, and you were satisfied with that work. So what you're dissatisfied with is me?"

"Not exactly..."

Eliza had some nerve. She turned her head and replied coldly.

Hearing her answer, Heisenberg nodded.

"Is it because of Matt Murdock? Because of love? Because of a longing for a new life in the future, or some yearning for an ordinary world?"

Heisenberg suddenly stood up and strolled over to Eliza.

"Matt is destined to hate me to the bone. His personality won't let him let go of that hatred. So tell me, if I give him one chance now, how many more will I give him in the future?"

"You won't give him any more chances!"

Eliza replied expressionlessly. She'd lost her expression because she knew Heisenberg was right.

Matt was that kind of stubborn man. He always held onto what he believed was justice.

But no matter how great his justice was, it could never beat Heisenberg's fists.

Heisenberg patted Eliza on the shoulder.

"Woman, your gender gives you the right to be emotional, but the future you want won't follow an emotional path.

You want me to go easy on Matt Murdock if he keeps provoking me in the future?

That's impossible.

But let's look at it another way.

The person I send to deal with Matt Murdock—maybe it'll be me, maybe Bullseye, or some other killer. But it could also be you!

I'm a generous man. As long as you do your usual work well enough, I can tolerate the occasional failure on individual tasks, right?"

With that, Heisenberg leaned his head close to Eliza's ear and whispered.

"I heard your status under Kingpin was higher than Bullseye's. So let me see how rational you are first, how about it?"

"No problem!"

Eliza immediately bowed her head to Heisenberg.

Eliza had indeed fallen for the Devil, but love wasn't enough to make her lose her mind.

She was certain everything would develop just as Heisenberg said.

Since Heisenberg had provided a balance for her and her lover in that development, she had no reason not to accept it.

Seeing Eliza submit as desired, Heisenberg smiled with satisfaction and sat back down on Bullseye's hospital bed.

In Eliza's eyes, Heisenberg no longer had the petulance and irritability from a few days ago.

This Heisenberg seemed even more imposing than Kingpin.

And this Heisenberg raised his right hand toward her!

Thud!

Seeing Heisenberg's gesture that seemed to signal a command, Eliza immediately knelt on one knee, waiting respectfully for his orders.

Heisenberg gave his instructions with satisfaction.

"After your lover wakes up, I'll give you one day for romance. Then go do something for me.

Purple Man. I don't care if you've had contact with him or not. Within three days, I want his exact location!

S.H.I.E.L.D. will cooperate with you. Note that they're cooperating with you.

You're my subordinate, and I'm behind you. Don't be afraid of them, and don't let them steal the show.

Purple Man's abilities are especially useful to S.H.I.E.L.D., and I don't want him falling into their hands. How about it?"

"Your subordinate obeys!"