Three Punches...

Heisenberg lounged in his recliner, leisurely opened his eyes, and looked toward Manhattan.

That streak of light in the sky... Iron Man had deployed, hadn't he?

He sharpened his hearing and locked onto Iron Man's voice.

Was the first thing he did chat with Captain America?

True love, huh.

Did a nephew falling in love with his uncle count as incest? Did it?

As for Captain America, was he still fighting?

Of course. He could fight all day.

Iron Man said Hulk had appeared. Might as well listen in.

Heisenberg focused his hearing near the Three-Winged Building and soon heard...

A woman's pained groan!

"Motherfucker!"

Heisenberg shot to his feet. Jessica had actually been beaten by the Green... Hulk!

Come to think of it, what business did a flashy bastard like Iron Man have playing hero over me and my bedmate?!!!

S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy's campus plaza, beside the damaged outer wall of the library.

As Hulk's fist loomed before her, Jessica's pupils finally reflected the figure she had been waiting for.

Heisenberg came in with an old-fashioned punch, blasting Hulk out of S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy in the blink of an eye. Hulk smashed through countless buildings along the way before finally stopping near Hell's Kitchen.

Heisenberg did not pause. He instantly caught up with the flying Hulk.

Following the trail of ruined buildings Hulk had smashed through with his body, Heisenberg streaked through countless skyscrapers.

When Hulk hit the ground for the first time, he bounced uncontrollably off the earth.

Before he could land again, Heisenberg flew straight to his side and delivered another brutal punch to Hulk's chest!

BOOM!!!

The shockwave from that punch shattered every pane of glass within a three-hundred-meter radius.

More than a hundred people fainted on the spot, while over a thousand suffered ruptured eardrums and began bleeding nonstop.

And that was merely the aftershock of the punch!

Hulk, who had taken the blow head-on, had no chance to react. In an instant, he was sent flying backward at more than fifty times the speed of sound.

The enormous green figure flew nearly twenty kilometers before finally touching the ground again.

Feeling such intense pain for the first time, Hulk instinctively became afraid of Heisenberg. But even in fear, Hulk knew what he had to do.

Though he was not smart, with the intelligence of only a child, his instincts told him that he could not let Heisenberg keep attacking him in ways he could not resist.

He had to find footing. As long as he could stand firm, he would have a chance to defend himself!

So, enduring the pain and coughing up green blood, he stretched out both hands.

He clawed desperately at the ground, but the earth was like soft tofu pudding, too yielding for him to stop himself.

Only after gouging out nearly two kilometers of furrows did Hulk feel his backward momentum gradually slow.

But Heisenberg was still coming after him.

"Pretty tough, huh? Eat this kick!"

Seeing that Hulk still had the strength to resist, Heisenberg simply used all his power. He even brought his force field into play.

The kick rose from below and smashed viciously into Hulk's face.

The violent shockwave spread like a fuel-air bomb. Fortunately, they were currently in the suburbs. Otherwise, countless innocent people might have died.

After taking that kick, Hulk shot into the sky in the blink of an eye.

In the air, he had nothing to brace against and nothing that could slow him down.

He soared all the way out of the atmosphere until his entire body crashed into the moon.

That was right, Heisenberg had literally punched him from Earth to the moon!!!

Hulk had long since been overwhelmed by agonizing pain and dizziness. Coupled with the growing fear in his heart, he did not even want to open his eyes anymore.

But he was not allowed to rest, because Heisenberg was still there!

At the center of a meteor crater more than seven hundred meters across on the moon, Heisenberg grabbed one of Hulk's massive fingers.

Hulk struggled to throw a punch at him. It struck Heisenberg squarely in the chest, but Heisenberg did not even take a single step back.

He endured Hulk's nearly powerless punch and viciously hurled Hulk toward Earth.

The moment Hulk was thrown, Heisenberg gathered his strength and shot after him.

At that moment, Heisenberg's sprinting speed reached tens of thousands of Mach.

And the punch Heisenberg threw at that speed annihilated countless pieces of space debris around him while...

Hulk became like a meteor, helplessly plummeting toward Earth.

Heisenberg clearly saw that Hulk had even closed his eyes as he flew toward Earth. Hulk was scared. Truly scared!

Heisenberg chuckled, raised both hands, and casually aimed at Earth and Hulk.

Then he muttered in satisfaction.

"Not bad. Pretty accurate. He should land in the desert according to plan, right?"

With that, Heisenberg chased after Hulk, watching him crash like a meteor into the heart of the Sahara Desert.

The damage caused by that impact was comparable to a meteorite of equal size. A small crater visible directly from satellites appeared in the center of the Sahara.

And at the center of that crater, the one lying there was no longer the massive Hulk, but the unconscious Bruce Banner.

Still dressed in pajamas, Heisenberg stood calmly beside Banner.

At the same time, he murmured softly.

"In Avengers: Infinity War, Hulk took fourteen punches from Thanos from the moment he appeared until Thanos knocked him out!"

Though he had taken advantage of a surprise attack and favorable terrain, knocking Hulk senseless with three punches was an achievement enough to compare himself with Thanos.

Of course, defeating Hulk so easily was only possible because this was the Hulk from the movie universe.

Heisenberg looked at Banner regretfully.

"What a pity you aren't World War Hulk, Four-Armed Hulk, or Gray Hulk. You're just that childlike giant, easily broken down and assimilated by mortal thoughts..."

After saying that, Heisenberg suddenly thought of something and burst out laughing.

"But I finally knocked your big shorts off, hahaha...!"

It turned out that when Hulk fell like a meteor, his pants had completely turned to ash.

He had actually destroyed Hulk's big shorts!

That was Heisenberg's greatest achievement!

Heisenberg laughed for a long while before finally laughing enough. He looked up at the sky and could see quite a few satellites trained on his position.

So he grinned, raised his right hand toward the sky, and arrogantly gave the people watching him the middle finger.

"After this little display, no one will dare provoke me for a while. You can't even deal with Hulk, so how are you going to deal with me, the man who knocked Hulk out in three punches?"

As he spoke, Heisenberg grabbed Banner's wrist in disgust and carried him straight back to New York.

He casually tossed Banner onto a recliner, then leisurely lay down on another one.

He rummaged through his pocket, found his phone, and called Bullseye.

A moment later, the call connected. Before Bullseye could greet Heisenberg, Heisenberg's order was already out.

"I know your ass hurts. Bear with it. Take all our people to the area between Manhattan District and Hell's Kitchen.

I just beat up Hulk, and plenty of buildings and civilians were injured during it. God knows how many people are cursing me behind my back.

All of New York's police are busy maintaining order, and the injured civilians can't be properly settled. Take our people there and help. Save everyone you can.

As for the purpose, I think you understand!"

"Of course, BOSS. I'll make sure to promote you properly. Don't worry!"

Bullseye immediately accepted the assignment. Even though his ass still hurt like hell, that was a small matter!

All that mattered was securing his position in BOSS's heart.

After hanging up, Heisenberg closed his eyes in boredom and fell completely asleep.

The war did not end with Hulk's defeat. Instead, without Hulk's destructive rampage, Hydra's advance became increasingly difficult.

Most S.H.I.E.L.D. agents in New York had died, but those who remained were the elite among elites. Those unreasonable monsters could not be defeated by numbers alone.

Hawkeye had long since finished slaughtering the Hydra members in Purple Man's apartment. Unfortunately, John Garrett had left much earlier, so Hawkeye failed to personally kill the man he believed to be Hydra's leader.

Coulson, Melinda May, Captain America, and the others had returned to the Three-Winged Building for support even before Barton finished his battle.

The real S.H.I.E.L.D. agents were still stubbornly resisting.

Captain America's appearance undoubtedly reignited the sacred fire in their hearts.

Even the exceptionally united Hydra Agents suffered a collapse in morale because of Captain America's return.

One shield, one man, seven hours.

When the sun rose again, Captain America had forcibly ended the one-on-one slaughter among more than nine thousand agents in the Three-Winged Building through his influence and fighting power alone.

More than two thousand Hydra Agents surrendered, but victory could not bring joy to those who had lost thousands of comrades.

Amid that sorrowful atmosphere, Alexander Pierce and his trusted subordinates secretly boarded a plane in New York's outskirts.

The secret flight crew that had been hidden for years consisted of twenty-six people. Aside from Alexander Pierce, every one of them was his absolute confidant.

Sitwell and Crossbones were naturally among them.

Wait?

Crossbones?

God knew how he had somehow wormed his way back to Pierce's side.

After the plane took off, Pierce let out a long sigh and complained to Crossbones and Sitwell beside him.

"John Garrett was truly careless. Why did he bring so many of our people on that mission, especially when the target could control others!"

As he spoke, Pierce slapped his seat hard.

"And he still failed to kill that bastard Steve Rogers, who should have died long ago!"

Pierce's veins bulged. Decades of hidden work had been destroyed in a single night!

But after a brief burst of rage, he quickly calmed down.

He rubbed his temples and muttered helplessly.

"Fortunately, we successfully killed the president and two Vice Presidents. With the Secretary of Defense serving as interim president, there will be much more room for us to maneuver.

We'll go to London first and meet up with Madame Viper there. Then, before Captain America and the others can free up their hands, we'll completely wipe out S.H.I.E.L.D.'s forces in Europe and West Asia.

Luckily, Nick Fury was an idiot. Not only did he die within S.H.I.E.L.D., but even until his death, he never issued any administrative order that could unify S.H.I.E.L.D.'s major branches.

That black bastard did one good thing, at least. Otherwise, our operation would not have gone so smoothly!"

As Pierce said this, Rumlow suddenly coughed twice.

Pierce immediately looked at Rumlow. Crossbones frowned and pondered for a long time before finally asking Pierce with some hesitation.

"BOSS, you and Nick Fury were friends and comrades for over thirty years. Will you be sad about his death? After all, until the moment he died, he never knew that you, the person who had always nurtured and promoted him, had betrayed him!"

"Hahaha!!!"

The moment Rumlow finished speaking, Pierce burst into hearty laughter.

"My heart holds only my cause. Why would I care about something like friendship? It's good that he died. Good that he's dead!"

SPLURT!!!

Before Pierce's laughter could fade, Rumlow had already pierced his heart.

Rumlow gave him one final smile and said,

"Yes, it was all for our cause. Our own respective causes. Goodbye, BOSS!"