"Ordinary!!!"
Hearing Heisenberg's self-introduction, Nick Fury's shiny dark forehead nearly started dripping gravy.
Although Heisenberg's introduction had been ambiguous, Nick understood perfectly.
You were the former leader of another planet, a traitor who might have committed crimes—or perhaps had some hidden reasons.
More importantly, you were an ancient life-form that had survived for over eighteen thousand years!
Even Captain America, whom Nick had dug up, thawed, and revived, had only been frozen for seventy years!
You... you actually called someone like yourself ordinary!
Not to mention your tear-inducing physical abilities. Even lasers could not harm a single hair on your head!
Even the over-thirty-centimeter-thick alloy walls of a nuclear-proof building could not stop your normal walking pace!
You called that ordinary, you...
Nick Fury clenched his fists.
You were incredible. Whatever you said went, you ordinary Kryptonian.
"I roughly understand your identity. I am Nick Fury. Although you already know my name, I still hope we can have a more formal introduction."
He spoke helplessly to Heisenberg, who nodded noncommittally.
"I am... Heisenberg. Not particularly happy to meet you."
"Oh?" Nick Fury tilted his head, striking an utterly nauseating pose.
Heisenberg hurriedly blinked. Too spicy, truly too spicy!
"Don't overthink it. There's no way to explain my descent from the sky, and even if I said we were compatriots, you wouldn't believe me.
So, I come from outer space.
Once, I was imprisoned by my traitorous people for more than eighteen thousand years.
Now that I have finally awakened, all I see is a planet I've never seen before and a group of alien creatures pointing fingers at you..."
As Heisenberg spoke, he stood up, walked over to Nick Fury, and patted him on the shoulder.
"We need to understand each other, buddy. To me, you are a bunch of annoying, unbelievably weak, yet outrageously bold alien natives who dared to treat me as an experiment, right!"
"Uh, actually, we Earthlings are quite friendly."
"So am I, as long as nobody provokes me!"
Heisenberg reluctantly accepted Nick Fury's statement, then made his way to the window.
Through the enormous floor-to-ceiling window, Heisenberg greedily gazed at the sky outside.
A moment later, he faced the window and spread his arms.
"You know, Nick, your planet's gravity is at least forty or fifty times weaker than Krypton's. I think I can truly fly on your planet. Do you believe me?"
"This... Flight has always been the dream of every land-dwelling creature. Perhaps you really can do it.
But for now, we should probably discuss your future first. After all, you've just arrived. Maybe you should adapt to life on Earth before looking ahead to fly—"
"Stop. Rather than talking about the future, I prefer the present!"
Heisenberg directly interrupted Nick Fury.
Nick Fury instantly stood up, but Heisenberg merely turned back and smiled at him.
"You should know that only sheep need to adapt to grasslands filled with hunters. But a lion like me, standing at the top of the food chain, only needs to enjoy freedom after eighteen thousand years."
As his words fell, Heisenberg waved at Nick behind him.
"One final warning: don't provoke me.
If I'm in the mood, I'll come back to see you. I'm looking forward to your hospitality then. I'm leaving!"
Boom!!!
Heisenberg suddenly exerted force with both legs and leaped violently forward.
The instant he jumped, the floor of Nick Fury's office shattered completely.
Heisenberg's leap shot straight into the heavens, carrying him over two thousand meters into the air in the blink of an eye.
Violent airflow battered Heisenberg's clothes.
That was right—he himself could not feel the impact of the wind at all. Kryptonian bodies were simply too powerful, truly too powerful.
However, the frantic airflow around him directly tore apart the front of his shirt.
The damage was not especially severe, but several buttons had still fallen off a perfectly good shirt, making Heisenberg sigh regretfully.
Only after truly reaching this sky and traveling at over three times the speed of sound—
Did Heisenberg understand that he really needed a skintight suit and a cape!
Back on Origin Earth, when Heisenberg had still been an ordinary man, he had always thought Superman's skintight long underwear and bright red bedsheet cape looked like a joke.
But once he possessed Superman-like strength...
When flying through the sky at high speed, constantly flapping shirt fronts really were annoying as hell. And that damned collar kept slapping your face again and again like a madman.
And without a cape...
Just like in movies and television shows, Supergirl had always tripped when she first started out because she lacked a cape.
Even though Heisenberg had not truly taken flight yet, merely gliding through the air after a jump.
Even that made controlling his direction somewhat inconvenient.
With that thought, Heisenberg began falling from an altitude of over twenty-six hundred meters.
As he enjoyed the thrill of freefall, he carefully controlled his landing point.
Although he had no intention of becoming a great hero like Superman, he was not evil enough to enjoy crushing people to death.
If he killed too many civilians when he landed—
He probably would not have pleasant dreams tonight.
He adjusted himself as he guided his fall toward a fairly conspicuous park in New York.
About ten seconds later, he crashed at an angle into a Roosevelt Statue.
While smashing the statue to pieces, he continued down into the ground. The thunderous noise lasted for more than three seconds, and the fractured trench stretched over seventeen meters.
Fortunately, Manhattan District had already been mostly evacuated.
Otherwise, that one impact would have killed at least twenty or thirty racists...
"Cough, cough, I'm choking to death!"
Heisenberg coughed as he climbed up from the ground.
A fall of merely two thousand meters caused him almost no pain at all.
It was just that the dust kicked up made him somewhat uncomfortable.
"Looks like I really need to fly. If I keep doing this, who knows whether Kryptonians can get pneumoconiosis..."
He cracked a cold joke to himself, then launched himself upward once more.
This time, he used even more force, and his leap sent him directly into a cumulonimbus cloud.
Water vapor was pushed aside by the shockwave created by his body. He tore through the cumulonimbus cloud and reached the cloud layer above eight thousand meters.
"Haha, this is too exciting! Not being human is too exciting! I'm not human anymore, haha!!!"
Accompanied by Heisenberg's roar, his entire body shot sideways like an arrow for several hundred meters.
Unfortunately, he still had not grasped the trick to flying. After streaking sideways for hundreds of meters, he once again began falling toward the ground.
As he fell, he pursed his lips.
With his back facing the earth and his mouth toward the sky, he muttered softly.
"Feels like something is still missing. I clearly can't feel my body's weight anymore, but flying... what's missing?"
He shook his head and changed positions so that he faced the earth.
Then he smiled carefreely.
"Whatever. I just need more practice!"
Boom!!!
He decisively smashed out a small crater around six meters wide. This time, he had landed on the outskirts of New York, and quite a few civilians who had not been evacuated captured the landing.
However, nobody caught a clear image of his face, because he flipped over the instant he landed and shot into the heavens once more.
"Fly for me, haha! I knew this wasn't difficult. It isn't difficult at all!"
This time, when Heisenberg leaped into cloud cover over three thousand meters high, he transformed into an arrow and shot forward in the blink of an eye.
He even triggered a violent sonic boom around himself—the phenomenon produced when he broke the sound barrier.
"In the DC World, Zod achieved free flight in just a few minutes, and I'm faster than him, haha!"
Heisenberg's joy and excitement had long since been exposed by his incoherent words.
After living as an ordinary man for decades, becoming a Kryptonian overnight—the feeling of that!
Awesome!!!
Boom!!!
Heisenberg vanished instantly. Even the satellites that had been tracking him could no longer follow his location.
He was too fast!
At the top floor of Stark Tower in Manhattan District, New York, Tony Stark shut down his surveillance equipment in shock.
"What a monster. His jumping height is at least thirty times that green monster's, and his flight speed is more than ten times faster than Thor's!"
Speaking in shock, Tony slumped onto the sofa. Taking the whiskey brought to him by a robot controlled by J.A.R.V.I.S., he weakly rubbed his forehead.
"J.A.R.V.I.S.!"
He took a sip of liquor and spoke.
"Has my armor fallen too far behind?"
"Mr. Stark, technology has always progressed one step at a time, and you are on the right path."
"Yeah, but aliens start out far too high. I'm on the road, yet I can't even see their shadows!"
Tony sighed, then got up and headed for the laboratory.
The original plan for Mark III had to be changed. He needed to further upgrade Mark IV for this Kryptonian, who had not yet caused any trouble.
After all, Tony was not someone who wallowed in self-pity. No setback could make him lose his drive to move forward.
If his armor was temporarily inferior, then he would keep improving it.
One day, he would use his own mind to crush the strongest enemies in the universe!
Meanwhile, inside S.H.I.E.L.D.
Agent Hill entered the office carrying drinks.
"This... this is...!"
Looking at the damage to the floor and window, she froze.
Nick Fury weakly stood and took a glass from the stunned Hill's hand.
He drained it, then set the glass down.
"This is the first lesson the Kryptonian has given us: do not try to guess his thoughts."
Nick Fury pointed at the damage before him.
"Just one jump, and this specially built room that cost me eighteen million couldn't withstand it. I truly don't know what I can use to restrain him!"
As he spoke, Nick Fury dejectedly sat back down on the sofa, but a trace of hope appeared on his face.
He turned his head toward Hill and asked.
"Do you think... our nuclear weapons can harm him?"
"Perhaps they can, perhaps they can't, but we cannot use them lightly."
"Yes. If we don't use them, perhaps we still hold a Sword of Damocles. But if we use them and they have no effect..." Nick frowned.
"If we use them and they have no effect, then we'll be in serious trouble!" Hill added nervously.
The two fell silent for a moment before Nick Fury shook his head fiercely.
"Hill, regarding Hulk..."
"I've already assigned Agent Natasha to make contact. If she can't do it, I'm afraid no one can."
"Good. Then regarding Professor Selvig..."
"I've instructed the research team to accelerate their use of the Cosmic Cube. We need more and stronger weapons."
"Correct. As for our new consultant..."
"Tony has already contacted us voluntarily. He took all the information on the man provisionally designated Kryptonian Elder Heisenberg, and he has proactively requested that the Avengers Initiative begin as soon as possible."
"Fine. Everything seems to be on track, but I... I still feel uneasy."
Nick closed his eyes as countless thoughts swirled through his mind.
A moment later, he opened them.
"Keep a close watch on Heisenberg's movements. We must grasp every trace of his path. For now, send Agent Barbara to make contact with him. Once the Hulk operation is over, Natasha must follow up on this assignment as well."
"Yes." Hill nodded crisply.
"Also, contact Thor's girlfriend. Find a way to communicate with Thor himself. I have to understand Krypton's position in the universe. I hope one of their criminals landing on Earth will not cause that planet to take military action against our Earth!"
"Yes!"
Hill continued nodding, but Nick Fury's unease did not lessen.
After thinking for a moment, he continued speaking to Hill.
"One more thing. Seal off all information regarding Heisenberg from every organization as much as possible. Prohibit all organizations other than us from making contact with Heisenberg. Don't let those idiots cause trouble for our diplomatic relations with Krypton!"
"Yes!"
Only then did Nick Fury's unease finally begin to fade.
In his view, as long as Heisenberg only dealt with S.H.I.E.L.D., then the S.H.I.E.L.D. under his control would certainly be able to maintain sufficient harmony and mutual understanding with Heisenberg.
But...
Was S.H.I.E.L.D. truly his S.H.I.E.L.D.?
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