Three Punches...

On the recliner, Heisenberg leisurely opened his eyes and glanced toward Manhattan.

That streak of light cutting across the sky—was Iron Man heading out?

He opened his hearing, locking the sound onto Iron Man.

Chatting with Captain America first, huh?

True love, isn't it.

Does a nephew falling for his uncle count as incest? Does it?

As for Captain America, still fighting?

Yeah, he could keep at it all day.

Iron Man said the Hulk showed up. Let's listen in.

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

A woman's pained groan!

"Son of a bitch!"

Heisenberg shot to his feet. Jessica was getting beaten by the... Hulk!

Come to think of it, since when did my bedmate and I need some flashy prick like Iron Man to play hero and save the damsel?!

At the S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy campus square, by the library's damaged outer wall.

When the Hulk's fist was inches away, Jessica's pupils finally reflected the silhouette of the man she'd been waiting for.

Heisenberg threw a punch, and in the blink of an eye, the Hulk was blasted out of the S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy, smashing through countless buildings before finally stopping near Hell's Kitchen.

Heisenberg didn't pause. He instantly chased after the flying Hulk.

Following the trail of wreckage the Hulk's body had carved through the buildings, Heisenberg tore through countless skyscrapers.

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

Before he could land again, Heisenberg flew straight to his side and slammed another fist into the Hulk's chest.

BOOM!!!

The shockwave from that punch shattered every pane of glass within three hundred meters.

Over a hundred people were knocked unconscious instantly, and thousands more suffered ruptured eardrums, blood streaming from their ears.

And those were just the aftershocks of that single blow!

The Hulk, hit square-on by that punch, had no chance to react. In an instant, he was sent flying backward at over fifty times the speed of sound.

The massive green figure hurtled nearly twenty kilometers before finally touching the ground again.

For the first time, he felt such excruciating pain. It made the Hulk instinctively fear Heisenberg, but even in his fear, he knew what he had to do.

He wasn't smart—his intelligence was only at a child's level—but his instincts told him he couldn't let Heisenberg keep landing attacks he couldn't resist.

He had to find a foothold. If he could just stand steady, he might have a chance to defend!

So, gritting through the pain, he spat out green blood and reached out his hands.

He clawed desperately at the ground, but it was as soft as tofu curd, offering no grip to stop him.

Only after leaving a two-kilometer-long trail of scratches did the Hulk feel his backward speed gradually slow.

But Heisenberg was still on his tail.

"Pretty tough, huh? Take this kick!"

Seeing the Hulk still had strength to fight back, Heisenberg put all his power into it, even layering his force field into the strike.

The kick came from below, slamming viciously into the Hulk's face.

The violent shockwave spread out like a fuel-air bomb. Luckily, they were in the suburbs now, or countless innocents would have died.

After taking that kick, the Hulk shot straight up into the sky.

With no leverage in the air, nothing to slow him down.

He rocketed upward, breaking through the atmosphere in an instant, until he crashed into the moon.

That's right—Heisenberg's punch had literally sent him from Earth to the moon!!!

The Hulk was already overwhelmed by searing pain and dizziness, and with his growing terror, he didn't even want to open his eyes.

But he couldn't rest yet, because Heisenberg was still there.

In the center of a crater over seven hundred meters in diameter on the moon, Heisenberg grabbed the Hulk's massive fingers.

The Hulk struggled to throw a punch, landing it squarely on Heisenberg's chest, but Heisenberg didn't budge an inch.

He tanked the Hulk's nearly powerless fist and hurled the giant back toward Earth.

The moment the Hulk flew off, Heisenberg instantly gathered his strength and chased after him.

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

And at that speed, the punches Heisenberg threw annihilated countless pieces of cosmic debris around him...

The Hulk, like a meteor, plummeted toward Earth without any ability to resist.

Heisenberg clearly saw that the Hulk, hurtling toward Earth, had even closed his eyes—Hulk was afraid, truly afraid!

Heisenberg chuckled, raised his hands, and took a simple aim at Earth and the Hulk.

Then he muttered to himself with satisfaction.

"Not bad, pretty accurate. He should land in the desert as planned, right?"

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

This time, the impact of his landing rivaled that of an equal-sized meteor, leaving a small crater in the center of the Sahara that satellites could directly observe.

And there, in the middle of that crater, lay not the massive Hulk anymore, but an unconscious Bruce Banner.

Heisenberg, still in his pajamas, stood calmly beside Banner.

At the same time, he murmured softly.

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

Even though he had the advantage of a surprise attack and favorable terrain, the achievement of knocking Hulk senseless in three punches was enough to go toe-to-toe with Thanos.

Of course, being able to defeat Hulk so easily was only because this Hulk was the one from the movie universe.

Heisenberg looked at Banner with regret.

"Too bad you're not World War Hulk, not Four-Armed Hulk, not Gray Hulk—you're just that giant, easily broken down and assimilated by mortal thoughts like a child..."

Then, Heisenberg suddenly thought of something and burst out laughing.

"But I finally tore off those big shorts of yours, haha...!"

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

He had actually destroyed the Hulk's big shorts!

That was Heisenberg's greatest achievement!

Heisenberg laughed for a good while before finally stopping. He looked up at the sky and saw many satellites aimed in his direction.

So he smiled, raised his right hand toward the sky, and flipped a cocky middle finger at everyone watching him.

"After this demonstration, no one will dare to mess with me for a while. You couldn't even handle the Hulk, so how are you going to handle the guy who knocked him out in three punches?"

With that, Heisenberg grabbed Banner by the wrist with disgust and dragged him back to New York.

He tossed Banner carelessly onto a lounge chair and leisurely lay down on another.

He fished around in his pocket, found his phone, and called Bullseye.

A moment later, the call connected. Before Bullseye could even greet him, Heisenberg's orders were already out.

"I know your ass hurts. Tough it out. Take all our people and head to the area between Manhattan and Hell's Kitchen.

I just beat up the Hulk, and in the process, I damaged a lot of buildings and civilians. God knows how many people are cursing me behind my back.

All of New York's police force is tied up maintaining order, so the injured civilians can't get proper care. Take our people and help—save everyone you can.

As for the goal, I think you understand."

"Of course, Boss. I'll make sure to spread the word for you. Don't worry."

Bullseye immediately accepted the mission. Even though his ass was still killing him, that was a minor issue!

As long as his position in the Boss's heart was more secure, that was all that mattered.

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

The war didn't end with the Hulk's defeat. On the contrary, without the Hulk's destruction, the Hydra advance became increasingly difficult.

Most of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s agents in New York had died, but the ones left were the elite of the elite—those utterly unreasonable existences that couldn't be taken down by sheer numbers alone.

Hawkeye had long since finished his massacre of the Hydra agents in the Purple Man's apartment, but unfortunately, John Garrett had left long before, so he couldn't personally kill the man he believed to be the Hydra leader.

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

The real S.H.I.E.L.D. agents were still putting up a desperate resistance.

Captain America's appearance undoubtedly lit a sacred flame in their hearts.

Even the Hydra agents, whose cohesion was exceptionally strong, had their morale plummet due to Captain America's return.

One shield, one man, seven hours.

When the sun rose again, Captain America had single-handedly ended the melee among over nine thousand agents in the Three-Winged Building through sheer influence and combat prowess.

More than two thousand Hydra agents surrendered, but victory couldn't bring joy to the victors, who had lost thousands of their comrades.

In this atmosphere of grief, Alexander Pierce, along with his trusted subordinates, secretly boarded a plane in the far suburbs of New York.

The secret crew, hidden for years, consisted of twenty-six people. Aside from Alexander Pierce himself, every single one was his absolute confidant.

Naturally, that included Sitwell and Crossbones.

Wait.

Crossbones?

God knows how he wormed his way back to Pierce's side again.

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

"John Garrett was too careless. Why bring so many of our people on a mission, especially when the target can control others?"

With that, Pierce slapped the seat hard.

"And he couldn't even kill Steve Rogers, that bastard who should've died ages ago!"

Pierce's veins bulged—decades of undercover work, all ruined in a single night!

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

Rubbing his temples, he muttered to himself.

"At least we managed to kill the President and two Vice Presidents. With the Secretary of Defense acting as interim President, we have a lot more room to maneuver.

We'll head to London first, rendezvous with Madame Viper there, and then, before Captain America and the others can react, wipe out S.H.I.E.L.D.'s forces across Europe and West Asia.

Lucky for us, Nick Fury was an idiot. Not only did he die inside S.H.I.E.L.D., but he never issued any administrative orders to unify the various branches before he went.

That black bastard did one good thing, or our operation wouldn't have gone this smoothly!"

As Pierce finished, Rumlow beside him suddenly coughed twice.

Pierce turned to look at Rumlow, and saw Crossbones frowning in thought for a long moment before hesitantly asking him.

"Boss, you and Nick Fury were friends and comrades for over thirty years. Do you feel any grief over his death? After all, he died never knowing that the man who always supported and promoted him was the one who betrayed him."

"Hahaha!!!"

The moment Rumlow finished, Pierce burst into loud laughter.

"My heart belongs only to my cause. How could I ever care about something like friendship? It's good that he's dead—damn good!"

Schlick!!!

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

Rumlow gave him one last smile and said, "Yeah, all for our causes—each of our own causes. Goodbye, Boss."