I Am Order

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

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

At the same time, the doctors were at a loss with Banner; no one dared to perform the usual procedures they did in the operating room on the Hulk.

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

Sigh...

Captain America strode briskly, like a soldier returning to the command center.

But he never expected...

At that moment, someone else was already giving orders to the agents in the S.H.I.E.L.D. command center.

Noticing the returning Captain America, Hill looked up from a mountain of files, then stood up.

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

"This... no, no!"

Rogers suddenly felt awkward—so Commander Hill was still alive!

Would his earlier behavior, like being thrust into a role, be seen by Hill as a power grab?

Fortunately, Hill didn't say much. She simply thanked Rogers naturally and personally escorted him to the rest area to rest.

After a full day of fighting, Rogers must have been exhausted!

Maybe Hill should be grateful that Rogers had no ambition...

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

In this meeting, she almost overturned most of the orders Captain America had given to S.H.I.E.L.D. earlier.

"Abandon the New York Triskelion division; we'll relocate entirely to the Helicarrier.

Unlock the agent permissions for the trainees. S.H.I.E.L.D. has no trainees now—they've all graduated!

Stop pursuing the main members of Hydra. What we need most now is to recover and prioritize compensation for the fallen agents.

Besides, John Garrett will come to us on his own!

As for the various projects we're currently running, all programs involving former Hydra scholars like Dr. Zola are to be halted immediately.

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

As for Natasha, you're far away in Texas—come back quickly. We're S.H.I.E.L.D., not the NSA. We don't need to guarantee the safety of Thor's girlfriend. She's an adult. Even if anything happens to her, Thor's wrath will only be directed at whoever harmed her.

Once you're back, take over Coulson's work immediately. You're better suited than Coulson for dealing with the politicians of the World Security Council.

Coulson, after handing over your work to Agent Natasha, your task is to contact Tony Stark. S.H.I.E.L.D. needs every bit of strength right now, let alone a great scientist like him.

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

But please remember, everyone—Captain America will always be our last and strongest line of defense. I firmly believe that.

And finally, the most critical task: Agent Barton, Agent Melinda, I hope you two can take on this responsibility and successfully continue the development of Project Pegasus.

With S.H.I.E.L.D. suffering such a heavy blow, we desperately need power we can control. The Cosmic Cube is dangerous, but it's our only shortcut to that kind of power.

Also, Agent Barton, please ensure the safe operation of Project Pegasus. You're free to recruit talent from the S.H.I.E.L.D. trainees. Since they've joined us, they must always be ready.

Move out!"

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

Indeed, Agent Hill was more suited to be Director.

Captain America's orders...

Everyone was willing to follow them, of course.

But they all understood that Captain America's approach wasn't really suitable for an intelligence organization like S.H.I.E.L.D.

And so, in just over ten minutes, Hill confirmed her position as the one carrying on Nick Fury's legacy.

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

But at that moment, she suddenly realized.

She wasn't all that different from Nick Fury.

Maybe precisely because there was no difference, Nick Fury had entrusted her with such immense power back then.

As Bullseye stood confidently before Heisenberg, reporting to him, Two months had passed in a flash.

For two months now, Heisenberg had grown accustomed to his current life.

He wasn't a battle junkie. Basking in the sun, sipping some wine, and having a bit of fun with the ladies—wasn't that far better than beating up some poor giant?

But while enjoying life, Heisenberg hadn't stopped his plans either.

And now, Bullseye was here to report on the overall progress.

The fully recovered Bullseye, flanked by Eliza and... a slightly reluctant Daredevil, reported excitedly to Heisenberg.

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

Our manpower has expanded to over seventy thousand, and we've taken over more than sixty percent of the nightlife spots.

The entire city's arms and smuggling routes are back in our hands. On top of that, we hold shares in over eighteen major corporations, and even the smallest stake we own is at fifteen percent!"

"Hmm."

Heisenberg nodded in satisfaction. When he lounged in the sun, he'd occasionally open his superhuman hearing to listen in on New York's goings-on.

During that time, he'd heard the city's public safety was getting better and better. Even Hell's Kitchen had mostly returned to the calm and order of Kingpin's reign.

Thinking of this, Heisenberg looked at Daredevil and asked him softly.

"Matt, how do you feel? Still holding a grudge against me?"

Without waiting for Matt's awkward reply, he continued.

"Whether you still hate me or not, I'll ask you one thing: since you started working for me, has Hell's Kitchen turned into what you wanted?"

With that, Heisenberg downed a glass of wine and waited for Matt's answer.

Matt pondered for a moment before replying.

"You're right, Boss."

"Of course I'm right. After I took over New York, this city no longer has any drugs. That rule alone drove the unbearable addicts straight out of New York.

Losing that biggest source of violent incidents already improved Hell's Kitchen a lot. And the damage you and Bullseye dealt to the major gangs stripped them of the money to support their men.

Bullseye's dirty infighting, plus your legal and physical double-pronged approach—those gangsters naturally had to bow their heads to us, just like now, lowering their so-called mighty pride."

"Exactly."

Hearing Heisenberg's words, Matt nodded firmly.

Back when he was discharged from the hospital, he hadn't been keen on joining Heisenberg's team.

Of course, he didn't want revenge either—he'd barged into Heisenberg's place looking for a beating, so he couldn't blame anyone else.

But after Eliza's relentless persuasion and the Boss's awe...

Ahem, under the Boss's authority.

Daredevil finally took the path of a private lawyer.

And once Daredevil set aside his superhero persona and threw himself into the role of a private lawyer...

He turned out to be a damn good one!

With his grasp of the law and knack for loopholes, Heisenberg successfully inherited over eighty percent of Kingpin's legacy.

And after siding with Heisenberg, Daredevil had mostly realized his own ideals—stabilizing Hell's Kitchen for good.

No matter how you looked at it, Matt Murdock had played a key role.

But Bullseye's report today wasn't just about praising their recent work.

He had something more important to bring to Heisenberg.

He stepped closer to Heisenberg and asked quietly.

"Boss, all the gang leaders in New York want to see you before they're completely finished. What do you think?"

"Heh, see me?"

Heisenberg said with a cold laugh, glancing at Bullseye's contemptuous face.

"They don't want to see me—they want me to bring back the rules from Kingpin's era, don't they?"

As he spoke, the disdain on Heisenberg's face was plain to see.

"Bullseye, Eliza, Matt."

Heisenberg stated seriously.

"I'll never be Kingpin. He was more of a businessman than a Godfather.

I'm different. I don't need that boring money, so I've left the distribution of your earnings to you.

I don't need more cash. I want all of New York. I need this city to survive by my rules. I need everyone here to follow Heisenberg's laws!"

"This...!!!"

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

But Heisenberg raised a hand and waved at him.

"Don't overthink it, Matt. My rules are the rules you're enforcing now. I want this city completely drug-free, and I want every act of violence that happens here stamped out.

I want this city to become our most solid rear base, providing ample momentum for our future expansion.

I need this city's economy to keep rising, I need everyone in this city's income to keep rising, and I need them to be utterly satisfied with their lives.

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

With that, Heisenberg stood up.

"You might think this is some kind of dictatorship, but if it makes everything better, dictatorship is exactly the path I'd choose.

I won't leave a single gang organization that could breed chaos. Bullseye, I'm giving you ten days. I want every so-called Boss of theirs to fucking roll into the trash bin!

Matt, you won't be involved in armed operations for now. I need you to draft laws for our team—laws that those bastards can accept and that will help stabilize this city. Laws that belong only to us.

As for Eliza, I'll find time to pull some people from under Rumlow's command, and you'll lead them in training the ordinary thugs in our gang.

The US Police can't keep the streets stable, so we'll do it for them.

The US Government can't meet the citizens' demands, so we'll meet them for them.

Don't see yourselves as challengers to order. Trust me, under my leadership, we will become order itself!

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

"Yes!"

The three answered resolutely.

Everyone's watching the Spring Festival Gala, but Ban Si is here happily typing away.

Don't ask me why I'm crying—I'm really happy, I swear, these are tears of joy, wuwuwu~~~

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Finally, happy New Year to everyone, and have a hoppy Year of the Ox!!!