He Has Already Arrived

Seeing Eliza being particularly sensible, Heisenberg nodded in acknowledgment, then waved for her to rise and wait quietly to the side.

As Eliza stood up, Heisenberg approached the fainted nurse, helping the poor woman to her feet.

He patted the nurse's cheek, and she slowly came to. The first thing she saw upon opening her eyes was a close-up of Heisenberg's face, and she was genuinely startled for a moment.

But after the panic passed, she blushed again.

Some things, once the fear faded, became much clearer to her.

In fact, because of the recent fright, the nurse felt a strange thrill, even a little dampness.

Unfortunately, Heisenberg soon let her go.

"I broke your window and scared you unconscious—I'll compensate for that.

Also, I'll donate fifty thousand dollars to the hospital, because the staff standing in the hallway right now are very attentive.

They didn't ignore the sound of breaking glass, nor did they disturb me after figuring out the situation."

As he spoke, Heisenberg patted Bullseye, who was lying face-down on the hospital bed beside him.

"Get your men to follow through on what I said, okay?"

"Of course!"

Bullseye immediately agreed.

Then, Heisenberg glanced at the nurse and asked with a smile.

"I have something I'd like to ask you."

The moment he finished speaking, the nurse visibly tensed up.

It was hard to tell whether that tension came from fear or some kind of impulse.

She stood at strict attention and replied in the most solemn tone.

"Please, go ahead and ask. I'll answer anything I can."

Seeing the nurse so nervous, Heisenberg burst into laughter.

He laughed for a while before speaking.

"Alright, don't be afraid of me—I don't eat people.

I just wanted to ask about their injuries."

"Phew..."

The nurse let out a regretful sigh. For a split second, she had actually fantasized about something unspeakable.

Like imagining Heisenberg asking for her contact info, asking if she was free tonight, asking if she had a lover, asking if she'd mind settling down with a gangster...

But overall, despite her disappointment, the nurse didn't lose her professional composure as a medical worker.

"Please rest assured. Mr. Bullseye's... left hip treatment plan is similar to bedsores, and I have plenty of experience with that kind of injury care.

As for Mr. Matt Murdock, he has quite a few fractures. Emergency stabilization has been done, and the corrective bone surgery will be completed within two days."

"Mhm. One of them is my best man, and the other is... let's say my guest. I hope you'll take good care of them.

May I ask, do you have any expectations for your life lately?

How about I fulfill one—like a refrigerator, a phone, or a chance for further training?"

"No, no, you're too kind. If it's really possible, could you just give me an autograph?"

The nurse was very clever. Her answer pleased Heisenberg immensely.

So Heisenberg immediately signed an autograph for her, added a blessing, and even told Bullseye to prepare a suitable gift for the nurse after she left the room.

As for Eliza, through this interaction with Heisenberg, she gradually came to understand her new boss.

In Eliza's eyes, Heisenberg's overwhelming, oppressive power was no longer frightening, because he had a heart closer to society than Kingpin's.

After finishing up at the hospital, Heisenberg leisurely returned to the Nightclub.

Jessica was indeed still drinking, but she wasn't sipping champagne anymore—she was downing straight whiskey.

Well, champagne could never satisfy a true drunkard anyway.

Seeing Heisenberg return, Jessica glanced at him with drunken eyes.

"You're done."

"I'm done."

Heisenberg sat down, rubbed Jessica's delicate cheeks, and added with a smile.

"The Purple Man will be delivered to you within three days. I hope you're ready—ready for revenge."

BANG!!!

Jessica slammed both hands onto the table. The table, replaced less than a week ago, split in two.

But Heisenberg didn't get angry—he understood her excitement.

And after smashing the table, Jessica shouted at Heisenberg with a tense face.

"You sure?"

"Sure."

"It's the Purple Man?!!"

"It is."

"He's mine!!!"

"He's yours."

"What for, I mean why are you doing this? Is my pussy lined with diamonds or something?"

"HAHAHAHA!!!"

Hearing this, Heisenberg laughed so hard he nearly choked. He barely managed to hold it in, then pinched Jessica's ear.

"Stop messing around. Your value isn't something the Purple Man can compare to. I've got a plan recently—you want in?"

"Just to get me in on some plan, you're gonna take out the Purple Man? He's no ordinary guy!"

"But to me, he really is ordinary!"

Seeing Jessica seem flustered, constantly arguing against him, Heisenberg finally got a little annoyed.

He dropped his smile and patted Jessica's shoulder seriously.

"Let me ask you—are you willing to give everything to take down the Purple Man?"

"I'm fucking willing. I'd even dress up as a blow-up doll and let you fuck me all you want, buddy!"

"Alright then. From now on, you can call me Boss."

With that, Heisenberg shrugged at Jessica.

"I've taken over a lot of Kingpin's turf and men, but I gotta admit, the guy's got his own charm.

Most of the big shots in the gang system who were tight with Kingpin don't answer to me.

So right now, I'm short on people who can actually get things done—elites with enough strength, experience, who can lead a team or work solo.

So, you, the former superhero—wanna try joining a gang?"

"Whatever you say. As long as you keep your promise, I'm all yours."

Jessica said that, and she meant it.

Stepping out of one quagmire only to jump into another—it didn't sound like a good choice.

But what if one quagmire was eight hundred meters deep, and the other was only a meter and a half?

Jessica knew which one to pick.

And so, carrying the bottle of booze Heisenberg gave her, she hurried back to her detective agency.

After packing up a few things, she moved straight into the Nightclub.

Of course, she didn't move into the villa—she moved into the floor below the Nightclub, into the suite Heisenberg had arranged for her.

From today on, Jessica officially became the Nuke Gang's top enforcer.

As for what the Nuke Gang was...

It was the nickname the other gangs had given Heisenberg's crew.

After all, this was Heisenberg—the nuclear reactor genius who almost built a nuke and helped Germany take over the world.

Even now, plenty of people around the world believed Heisenberg had deliberately miscalculated the bomb data to keep that weapon from spreading.

Too bad it still bloomed in Einstein's hands.

But Heisenberg from back then was still seen as a role model by countless peace lovers today.

On one hand, Heisenberg's team recruitment was in full swing.

On the other, Nick Fury was also working on getting his team in sync.

Sure enough, after three days in isolation, Iron Man had solved his palladium poisoning. The moment he came back out, Nick strong-armed him into S.H.I.E.L.D.

Tony followed Nick Fury into the conference room and immediately saw an impressive lineup.

He looked around, then greeted them flippantly.

"Wow, let me see who we've got here.

A geezer over a hundred years old, forgotten by time.

A radiation PhD who can barely hide his inner rage and still isn't as smart as me.

My ex-ex-ex secretary, a bombshell sexy from her hair down to her toes.

And... someone I've never seen before, with a face as sour as a circus bottle-juggling archery fan?"

He made those shameless remarks, and the others' anger was practically visible.

But Tony didn't back down—he doubled down and said to Nick Fury, "That so-called Avengers Initiative of yours—I'm suddenly not so sure I want to be part of it. Take a look at this lineup: who exactly are we supposed to be avenging? A Hitler who's been dead for sixty or seventy years? My former secretary's aunt? Or this archer's Olympic rival?"

With that, he pointed at Dr. Banner, who was barely holding back, and continued.

"The only thing I think you did right was recruiting Dr. Banner here. With him around, we probably won't mistake our target for revenge—since odds are, he's the one we'll be taking it out on!"

"Tony!"

Nick cut him off sharply, but all he got in return was a sneer.

"The funniest part is you, Nick Fury. Why should we work for someone who hides everything from us? I propose that the Avengers vote on a Leader internally, and I'll be running for that position. That's the only reasonable answer, isn't it?"

"Tony, knock it off. Sit down and let's talk—this is our first meeting, after all."

Captain America stepped in to stop Tony, who clicked his tongue in annoyance. But considering the Captain's status and his connection to Tony's dad...

Tony shook his head and finally sat down.

The group barely managed to settle into some semblance of order. Nick Fury stood before them, about to speak. But before he could get a word out, a knock interrupted him.

No, wait—not a knock on the door. A knock on the window!

Everyone turned to look. Outside the window floated a handsome European-looking guy in pajamas.

Heisenberg politely tapped on the glass while casually unleashing his Heat Vision. He controlled it to melt just the pane in front of him, then stepped naturally into the conference room.

"What the hell—how are you here? This is Washington!!!"

Tony stared at Heisenberg in utter bewilderment, a hint of panic creeping in. After all, this meeting was supposed to be about figuring out how to deal with a certain someone.

And now Heisenberg shows up—had he found out? Was he angry? About to go on a rampage?

No, clearly not.

Heisenberg nodded to everyone and smiled.

"Nick, I stopped by your branch in New York. They said you were here, so I just came looking."

"But why didn't my men tell me!?!"

Nick was baffled.

Just then, his phone rang. Listening to the ringtone, Nick seemed to guess what was coming.

His expression slowly turned to dread.

He answered the call, and Hill's frantic voice came through immediately.

"Director, Heisenberg just came by the branch and asked for your location. I think he needs to talk to you!"

"Yeah, I know..." Nick's face was like a dead man's. "He's already here."