I Am Order

At S.H.I.E.L.D., Captain America walked out of the room where Hulk was resting.

He was genuinely worried, because Hulk had yet to wake up.

At the same time, the doctors were helpless when it came to Banner. No one dared use on Hulk the methods they often employed in the operating room.

And besides Hulk, Captain America still had to deal with the World Security Council next...

Sigh...

Captain America strode back to the command room like a soldier.

But he never expected...

That someone else was already issuing orders to the agents in S.H.I.E.L.D.'s command room.

Noticing Captain America's return, Hill looked up from countless documents, then rose to her feet.

"Thank you for your help, Captain Rogers. Without you, S.H.I.E.L.D. might have fallen completely."

"Th-That... no, not at all!"

Rogers suddenly felt a little awkward. Commander Hill was alive!

Would Hill see his earlier actions, when he had been forced into the role, as an attempt to seize power?

Fortunately, Hill did not say much. She merely thanked Rogers naturally, then personally escorted him to the break room to rest.

After an entire day of fighting, Rogers truly must have been exhausted!

Perhaps Hill should have been grateful that Rogers had no ambition...

After seeing Captain America off, Hill immediately gathered Coulson and the others once more.

This time, she overturned most of the orders Captain America had previously given to S.H.I.E.L.D.

"Abandon the New York Triskelion branch. We will relocate entirely to the Helicarrier.

Unlock the trainees' agent-level clearance. There are no trainees in S.H.I.E.L.D. now. They have all graduated!

Stop pursuing Hydra's key members. What we need most right now is time to recover. Prioritize compensation and support for the families of fallen agents.

Besides, John Garrett will come looking for us himself!

As for our current projects, all programs involving former Hydra scholars, including Dr. Zola, are to be suspended immediately.

Coulson, hand over the Tashiti Resurrection Project to the World Security Council in exchange for their continued support of S.H.I.E.L.D. Those important figures will be interested in resurrection and immortality!

Natasha, you are all the way in Texas, so return immediately. We are S.H.I.E.L.D., not the National Security Agency. We do not need to guarantee Thor's girlfriend's safety. She is an adult, and even if something happens to her, Thor will only vent his anger on whoever harmed her.

Once you return, take over Coulson's work immediately. You are better suited than Coulson to dealing with the politicians of the World Security Council.

Coulson, after handing your work over to Agent Natasha, your task will be to contact Tony Stark. S.H.I.E.L.D. needs every bit of strength it can get now, especially a great scientist like him.

Also, maintain a good relationship with Captain America. He may not be a qualified agent, and he may not be suited for this bloody line of work.

But please remember this: Captain America will always be our last and strongest line of defense. I have always believed that.

And finally, our most crucial task. Agent Barton, Agent Melinda, I hope the two of you can shoulder this responsibility and successfully continue the development of Project Pegasus.

With S.H.I.E.L.D. suffering such a devastating blow, we especially need power we can keep in our own hands. The Cosmic Cube is certainly dangerous, but it is the only shortcut we have to obtaining that kind of power.

Also, Agent Barton, ensure Project Pegasus operates safely at all costs. You may recruit talent from the S.H.I.E.L.D. trainees as you see fit. Since they have joined us, they must be ready at all times.

Move out!"

As her words fell, the agents finally felt that familiar sense of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Sure enough, Agent Hill was far more suited to being director.

Captain America's orders...

Of course they had been willing to follow them.

But everyone understood that Captain America's methods were not truly suited to an intelligence organization like S.H.I.E.L.D.

Just like that, in barely over ten minutes, Hill established the fact that she had inherited Nick Fury's legacy.

She had finally become the true leader of this colossal organization.

But at that moment, she suddenly realized something.

She and Nick Fury were not actually that different.

Perhaps it was precisely because they were no different that Nick Fury had allowed her to possess such immense authority.

When Bullseye stood before Heisenberg with absolute confidence and delivered his report.

Two months had flown by.

Over those two months, Heisenberg had long since adapted to his current life.

He was not a battle maniac. He could bask in the sun, drink a little alcohol, and have some interesting fun with the ladies.

Wasn't that far more enjoyable than fighting some pathetic giant?

Still, while enjoying life, Heisenberg had not stopped pursuing his plans.

And now, it was time for Bullseye to report their overall progress.

Bullseye, who had long since recovered, stood with Eliza and... with a somewhat unwilling Daredevil, excitedly reporting to Heisenberg.

"BOSS, after two full months of effort, I have crushed eighty percent of New York's gangs.

Our manpower has expanded to more than seventy thousand, and we now control over sixty percent of all nightlife venues.

New York's arms and smuggling routes are back in our hands as well. At the same time, we hold shares in more than eighteen major companies. Even in the company where our stake is smallest, we own fifteen percent!"

"Mm!"

Heisenberg nodded in satisfaction. Whenever he lounged in the sun, he would occasionally activate his super-hearing to listen in on New York.

During that time, he had heard that New York's public safety situation was improving by the day. Even Hell's Kitchen had largely returned to the peace and order it had under Kingpin's rule.

Thinking of that, Heisenberg looked at Daredevil and asked softly.

"Matt, how does it feel? Do you still hate me in your heart?"

After saying that, he did not wait for Matt's slightly embarrassed reply, instead continuing.

"Whether you still hate me or not, I only want to ask you one question. Since you began working for me, has Hell's Kitchen changed in the direction you wanted?"

As he spoke, Heisenberg drained a glass of wine and waited for Matt's answer.

After pondering for a moment, Matt replied.

"You're right, BOSS."

"Of course I'm right. Once I took control of New York, there would no longer be any drugs in this city. That rule alone drove addicts with intolerable cravings straight out of New York.

After losing the source most likely to cause violent incidents, Hell's Kitchen had already improved greatly. Then the losses you and Bullseye inflicted on the major gangs left them without the money to support their men.

Bullseye's criminal-on-criminal raids, combined with your two-pronged assault through the law and brute force.

Naturally, those gangs would lower their supposedly powerful heads to us, just as they are doing now."

"That's right!"

Listening to Heisenberg, Matt nodded in agreement.

When he had first left the hospital, he had not wanted to join Heisenberg's team at all.

Of course, he had not wanted revenge either, because he had been the one who broke into Heisenberg's house looking for a beating. He had no one else to blame.

But after Eliza's repeated persuasion, and BOSS Heisenberg's intimidation...

Ahem, under BOSS Heisenberg's majesty.

Daredevil finally embarked on the path of becoming a private lawyer.

And once Daredevil put aside his superhero mentality and devoted himself to being a private lawyer.

He was truly an exceptionally capable lawyer!

With his understanding of the law and his talent for exploiting loopholes, Heisenberg successfully inherited more than eighty percent of Kingpin's estate.

And after joining Heisenberg, Daredevil had also fulfilled most of his ideals: making Hell's Kitchen completely stable.

No matter what, Matt Murdock deserved much of the credit.

But Bullseye's report today was not merely to praise their recent work.

He had something more important to discuss with Heisenberg.

He stepped two paces closer to Heisenberg and asked quietly.

"Boss, the leaders of all the gangs in New York want to meet you before they are completely defeated. What do you think...?"

"Heh, meet me?"

Heisenberg sneered, glancing at Bullseye's face, which was filled with contempt.

"They do not want to meet me. They want me to restore the rules from Kingpin's reign, don't they?"

As he spoke, the disdain on Heisenberg's face was practically overflowing.

"Bullseye, Eliza, Matt!"

Heisenberg spoke solemnly.

"I will never be Kingpin, because he was more a businessman than a godfather.

But I am different. I do not need that boring money, which is why I gave all of you the right to divide those profits yourselves.

I do not need more money. I want all of New York. I need this city to continue existing according to my demands. I need everyone here to obey Heisenberg's rules!"

"Th-This...!!!"

Matt was startled by Heisenberg's words and immediately stood up, intending to argue.

But Heisenberg raised a hand and waved it at him.

"Don't overthink it, Matt. My rules are the rules you are carrying out now. I want this city completely free of drugs. I want to prevent every act of violence that takes place in this city.

I want this city to become our strongest rear base, capable of providing sufficient momentum for our future expansion.

I need this city's economy to keep improving. I need everyone in this city to earn more money. I need them to be utterly satisfied with their lives.

But most importantly, I need them to be deeply grateful to me!"

At that, Heisenberg simply rose to his feet.

"You may think this is a form of dictatorship, but if it can make everything better, then dictatorship is indeed the path I am willing to choose.

I will not leave behind a single gang capable of creating chaos. Bullseye, I am giving you ten more days. I want every last one of those so-called bosses thrown into the goddamn trash heap!

Matt, you do not need to take part in armed operations for the time being. I need you to draft laws for our team—laws those bastards can accept, while also helping maintain this city's stability. In other words, laws that belong to us alone.

As for Eliza, I will take time to transfer a group of people from Rumlow's command. You will lead them in training the ordinary thugs in our gangs.

The American police cannot keep the streets stable, so we will do it for them.

The US Government cannot meet the citizens' demands, so we will meet them ourselves.

Do not think of yourselves as people challenging order. Believe me, under my leadership, we will become order itself!

Starting now, gradually adapt to the change in your identities!"

"Yes!"

The three answered firmly.

While everyone else was watching the Spring Festival Gala, Ban Si was happily writing away here.

Don't ask why I'm crying. I'm really happy, truly. These are goddamn tears of joy, boohoohoo~~~.

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Finally, Happy New Year, and happy Year of the Ox!!!