True Scum

Upon hearing Heisenberg's words, the Purple Man in the car was stunned to the point of death.

Was he telling Jessica to kill him?!

Falling from the sky himself.

Jessica doing it personally...

Huh, dying at her hands wouldn't be so bad...

In that instant, the Purple Man felt like he was having another mental breakdown.

"Heisenberg, I have no grudge against you, why are you—"

Bang!

Rip!!!

Heisenberg reached out directly, tore off the Purple Man's car door, and flung it away.

Looking at the Purple Man inside the car, who was gripping the steering wheel for dear life to avoid falling out, Heisenberg smiled faintly.

"Driving without a seatbelt—caught off guard in a situation like this, huh!"

"Whether I wear a seatbelt or not, I'm dead meeting you anyway! I just want to know why—why you want to kill me the first time we meet! I can do so much for you, so much, believe me!!!"

The Purple Man's words came out at an astonishing speed, probably driven by the fear of death.

But after he finished, Heisenberg only let out a cold laugh.

The Purple Man stared nervously at Heisenberg's smile, watching as he held up the car with his left hand and reached out with his right to grab the Purple Man by the neck.

"What can you do? Hah, what you could do is already done!"

The moment those words landed, the Purple Man was about to plead his case further, but then a red flash flickered in Heisenberg's eyes.

In Heisenberg's vision, the Purple Man's brain structure was crystal clear, and he used a micro Heat Vision to instantly melt and vaporize the frontal lobe responsible for the Purple Man's thoughts.

By the time Heisenberg's eyes returned to normal, the Purple Man had become a true vegetable.

And as a vegetable, he had no chance of ever waking up again!

After dealing with the Purple Man, Heisenberg planned to carry the car back to his own rooftop.

But before he could fly off, he suddenly noticed the shield strapped to the Purple Man's arm.

"Tsk, Captain America, Captain America—I never thought you'd even lose your wife!"

So he casually unfastened the shield and tossed it far toward the building where the Purple Man lived.

Then, lifting the car, he instantly flew back to his own rooftop. Because of his speed, Jessica hadn't even appeared up there yet.

After waiting a little over a minute, Heisenberg finally saw Jessica, her face full of anxiety.

So he directly hurled the car in his hands down toward her.

Jessica was still full of confusion at that moment. She couldn't figure out why Heisenberg would throw a car at her.

Was he planning to drive with her tonight?

Or was he angry—angry enough to throw a car at her?

But before her confusion could fade, she already saw the car falling from the sky.

"Damn, that high!!!"

Jessica was startled. She had never caught a car dropped from that height.

Not because she lacked the strength, but because there was never a car that could fly that high!

Jessica summoned all her strength, then suddenly pushed off with her legs, leaping over twenty meters into the air!

She formed her hands into palms and slammed them hard against the car.

Boom!!!

The car's chassis instantly tore apart, and in moments, the entire vehicle shattered into countless pieces, scattering and crashing onto Heisenberg's rooftop.

And the Purple Man's motionless figure was flung out along with the wreckage.

"There was someone in the car!"

Jessica, landing on the ground, was terrified by the figure streaking across the sky!

She had killed someone again!

Who was it? Who had she killed again?

Bang!

The Purple Man crashed hard into Heisenberg's swimming pool, the blood pouring from him quickly staining the water red.

Jessica rushed to the pool, dove in, and quickly hauled the Purple Man's body out.

She tossed him carelessly onto the poolside, then climbed out herself.

As she walked toward the Purple Man, Jessica kept muttering under her breath.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry—I thought I was just smashing a car, I didn't know you were inside. Are you Heisenberg's enemy?"

As she said this, she flipped the face-down Purple Man over, and then she was completely stunned!

Even if she couldn't remember anyone else, there was no way she'd forget that demonic bastard, the Purple Man!

Boom!

She instinctively threw a punch, and the Purple Man's chest was blasted straight through, leaving a huge hole.

At the same time, a massive crater appeared on Heisenberg's rooftop.

"It's you, it's you!!!!"

Jessica let out a furious roar, then punched again and again in a frenzy, all while letting out a bloodcurdling scream.

"Aaaaaaaah!!!"

Amid those screams, the Purple Man was thoroughly finished.

Up in the sky, Heisenberg watched the Purple Man's gruesome end and couldn't help but curl his lip.

We smash a potato, we get mashed potatoes.

We smash garlic, we get minced garlic.

We smash a tomato, we get tomato sauce.

But when we smash a piece of trash, something strange happens—we still get trash.

Watching Jessica tirelessly processing that trash, Heisenberg let out a long sigh.

Let her have this time to herself!

He drifted away.

Below the Purple Man's apartment building, Coulson was leading no more than ten S.H.I.E.L.D. agents in a desperate counterattack.

With their numbers vastly outmatched, the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents were no match for the Hydra agents.

Even with an elite like Melinda May on his side, the enemy had Grant Ward.

If Eliza hadn't brought the Nuke Gang to suppress John Garrett, Coulson would probably be dead by now!

Hiding his body behind a car wheel, Coulson cautiously peeked out to look at the gang organization surrounding Crossbones as they attacked John Garrett from a distance.

"Thank goodness we still have Crossbones!" he couldn't help but sigh.

But Crossbones himself still hadn't snapped out of his daze.

He was holding a rifle, firing two token shots toward John's side before ducking back and repeatedly questioning Eliza.

"So the flirting you did with me this morning was all on Heisenberg's orders?"

"And you thought I was into you? I have a boyfriend!"

Bang! Bang!

"Fuck, I thought you were a spy. So you're really just a gang?"

"Of course. But we're no worse than you agents. We professional gangsters fire over thirty thousand rounds a year!"

After firing two shots, Eliza sat down to reload her empty magazines and spares.

While loading, she said enviously to Crossbones, "Is your name really Crossbones? Or do you have another name?"

"Uh, Brock Rumlow."

"Ha, nice to meet you, Rumlow. I'm Eliza Nachis, codename Phantom Killer. Welcome aboard!"

Eliza extended her right hand, offering it to Crossbones in a friendly gesture.

Rumlow's eyes widened. Are you fucking serious?

Just like that, I'm in?

I haven't even agreed yet, and I'm already a colleague?

And you're that sure I'll join you?

Boom!!!

Right as the gunfire raged, Heisenberg suddenly plummeted from the sky, landing straight near Eliza and Rumlow.

At the spot where he landed, countless fine cracks spread across the ground, and even the Land Rover Eliza was leaning against bounced up.

The next instant, Rumlow grabbed Eliza's right hand.

"I'm honored to join you!" he said with a full smile.

Swish!!!

But Eliza suddenly pulled a short fork from her waist, its tip thrusting straight toward Crossbones' throat.

Crossbones stiffened, then reacted instantly—he pressed Eliza's right hand downward while driving an elbow into her chest.

Eliza was forced back a step, and as she tightened her grip on Short Fork's arm, Rumlow's free hand locked onto her wrist.

"You...!!"

"Ha, not bad technique. I'll give you credit—go meet the Boss!"

Rumlow's accusation was cut off by Eliza's laughing voice.

He turned his head to see Heisenberg approaching, and grit his teeth in frustration.

He released Eliza, stood, and walked toward Heisenberg, his face twisted with conflict.

Heisenberg naturally recognized Crossbones, identical to the one from the movies. When Rumlow stopped in front of him, he nodded in satisfaction.

"You look good—stronger than the killers under me. But I think your talents aren't limited to field ops. Can you handle department coordination?"

Without waiting for an answer, Heisenberg boldly slung an arm around Rumlow's shoulder.

He spoke quietly.

"Don't think about gathering intel under me. That Hydra leader of yours isn't worth betraying me for."

"You...!"

Rumlow's face went pale. John Garrett had been exposed, but he and his direct handler hadn't.

Did Heisenberg know even that?

"Me what? Don't you think sticking with me is the best outcome? Hydra's news has already spread through all of S.H.I.E.L.D. Every department under the shield is in chaos right now!

Your top boss, Alexander Pierce—he hasn't been exposed yet, but it's obvious he'll step out from behind the curtain in less than half an hour.

Because he can't accept John Garrett's faction being wiped out by S.H.I.E.L.D.

And with you lot rushing into this uprising, do you really think you have a chance?"

As he spoke, Heisenberg patted him on the back.

"If you're smart, go to my nightclub, head upstairs, and find me with your future colleagues. We'll have a little meeting."

With that, Heisenberg released Crossbones and walked toward Eliza.

When he reached her, Eliza immediately stood and bowed respectfully.

"Pack it up. This is S.H.I.E.L.D.'s own war. After you leave, take Crossbones to my place—there's a meeting to attend."

"Yes!"

Eliza nodded at once, then vanished along with the rest of the Nuke Gang.

And Crossbones, caught between a rock and a hard place, finally made up his mind and followed Eliza's steps.

Heisenberg wanted to leave too, but the sharp-eyed Coulson had already spotted him.

Seeing him about to go, Coulson couldn't hold back. Braving gunfire, he charged toward Heisenberg.

As he ran, he shouted.

"Heisenberg, our organization is in trouble. Help us—you have the power!"

"Hm?"

Hearing Coulson's words, Heisenberg turned to look at him with interest.

At the same time, he raised his right hand.

The moment Heisenberg raised his hand, John Garrett, who was also watching, gave a rapid order.

"Everyone, cease fire!!!"

Instantly, the Hydra agents dared not fire another shot, terrified that a stray bullet might hit that big shot.

Even though John Garrett knew full well that if Heisenberg chose to help S.H.I.E.L.D., he himself would be doomed.

He still didn't dare open fire. He'd rather gamble on Heisenberg's choice.

In that eerie silence...

"Coulson!"

Heisenberg spoke.

"I have the power to help you kill your enemies, and you have the power to wipe out most of the terrorist organizations on Earth.

Tell me—why haven't you done it?"

"I..."

Coulson was speechless.

So Heisenberg continued.

"Because that's not your job. And tonight is no different.

This is S.H.I.E.L.D.'s own business. It's the Americans' own business. It's Earth's own business. But it's not my business. So carry on."

With that, Heisenberg launched himself into the air and vanished in an instant.