Jesus Couldn't Save Them

After seeing Bullseye and the other two off, Heisenberg silently returned to his recliner. Once again, life quietly slipped by in rest.

Sometimes, when Heisenberg had nothing better to do, certain pointless thoughts would often arise.

For example, he was thinking right now.

He was a Kryptonian. Basking in the sun made him happy.

But what if he bought a vampire bloodline...

Sunlight made vampires suffer, while sunlight made Kryptonians happy.

Then if he became a combination of vampire and Kryptonian...

Once he stepped into the sunlight, would he feel...

Exhilarated?!!

"Ha ha..."

Heisenberg successfully amused himself.

The next morning, a light rain fell over New York, and Heisenberg woke beneath the faint misty drizzle.

After activating his Biological Field, the rain immediately slid past Heisenberg. He suddenly realized that his Bio-field seemed rather extraordinary.

With that thought, Heisenberg immediately compared his Bio-field to the Superman he remembered.

Superman did possess a Bio-field, but he rarely had any inclination to actively strengthen it.

Only when he needed it did he think to use the Bio-field.

For Superman, the Bio-field was more like a passive skill than the active skill it was for Heisenberg!

After thinking for a moment, Heisenberg finally understood why.

It was simply because Superman had grown up on Earth!

For Superman, when he had first formed his worldview—his childish yet exceptionally pure worldview during childhood—

he had already discovered that everything around him seemed especially fragile.

Perhaps it was then, driven by the instinct not to harm anything around him, that he developed his Bio-field.

And afterward, no matter how much stronger Superman became, he never clearly understood his own Bio-field.

Or rather, he had never put any effort into what he considered an instinct.

But Heisenberg was different.

After becoming powerful, Heisenberg had actively developed his Bio-field. After realizing it existed, he had even deliberately trained his control over it.

Therefore, he was better than Superman at using his Bio-field.

For instance, he had once used his Bio-field to control Gravity and the other Four Fundamental Forces, forcing the Skrulls to lie helplessly on the ground.

From that, it was clear that Heisenberg's Bio-field had already surpassed Superman's from the movie universe.

Compared to Superman's Bio-field in the movie universe, which activated passively and only existed to prevent him from damaging the world too severely—

Heisenberg's Bio-field had long advanced from a defensive skill into the realm of offensive skills!

And because Heisenberg had realized this, he couldn't help following that line of thought further.

If he continued strengthening his use of the Bio-field and kept expanding its range...

could he, to a certain extent, gain abilities similar to Magneto, King of Gravity, or even Doctor Manhattan?

After all, all of their powers came from controlling the Four Fundamental Forces!

Magneto applied electromagnetic force, while King of Gravity overcame gravitational force. As for that blue-skinned, naked-running freak Doctor Manhattan...

his abilities were entirely the result of mastering the strong and weak nuclear forces.

And Heisenberg's Bio-field...

altered the Four Fundamental Forces within its range, thereby affecting the surrounding world!

This shit could definitely evolve into something like Magneto's abilities!

Thinking that, Heisenberg immediately grew excited.

He eagerly adjusted his Bio-field.

The raindrops around him instantly began changing directions with his adjustments.

Tap tap tap!!!

Perhaps because he had just begun training and lacked experience, Heisenberg sent water flying everywhere.

After being incorrectly guided by the Bio-field, those droplets actually struck like bullets and directly shattered the villa's glass skylight.

Billy, who had been standing guard downstairs, hurriedly rushed to the top floor with Jessica, the Nightclub's head of security. But all they saw was a mess and a helpless-looking Heisenberg.

At that moment, Heisenberg suddenly figured it out.

So what if it was Magneto?

So what if it was King of Gravity?

Even Doctor Manhattan would be a fight he could handle.

Besides, developing his own abilities was nowhere near as convenient as exchanging for them with Origin Matter.

Not to mention that his Kryptonian bloodline alone was enough to keep him developing for a long time.

He could even upgrade the Ancient Kryptonian Elder bloodline into the bloodlines of the Kryptonian Gods Rao, Rao, Nightwing, and Firebird.

He could even use Origin Matter to strengthen his own power.

Even without developing all sorts of random abilities, he was confident that he could climb to the level of a Creator God—or even beyond one!

So...

"Damn it, the Bio-field really is useful. But I'd better train out in the suburbs from now on!"

As he thought, Heisenberg shut down his field. When he saw the people who had come upstairs, he pursed his lips and waved.

"I accidentally broke the glass. It was too flimsy. Clean it up. I'm going to sit in the Nightclub for a while."

With that, Heisenberg irresponsibly left the top floor, leaving Jessica and Billy staring at each other.

After a long while, the silent Jessica finally spoke.

"Kid, how do you think the BOSS 'broke' all that glass? Did he need something?"

"Pfft... Cough cough cough cough cough!!!"

Jessica's savage question immediately made Billy afraid to listen any further.

He even picked up some tools himself and began cleaning up the broken glass.

As he cleaned, he grumbled inwardly.

Everyone knows you're the boss's woman. Can you fucking stop making dirty jokes in front of us subordinates? We value our lives, you cop!!!

Seeing Billy's frightened expression, Jessica curled her lips in boredom. She must have lost her mind to discuss such a deadly topic with one of his subordinates.

Looks like it was time to go play games with Heisenberg again tonight. Sigh...

Meanwhile, Heisenberg arrived at the Nightclub and, as usual, greeted several regulars who were drinking.

Unlike before, Heisenberg had once merely been frightening.

But now, as the forces under Heisenberg's command continued to grow, and as he had nearly become New York's dark lord and the true godfather of American gangs—

"Hope you have a pleasant day, Don...!"

"Thank you for bringing us peace, Fazze!"

"There's never any fake liquor in your place. I love it here, Godfather!"

"Sir, this is my second home. I get to see you every day!"

"Boss, we all love you, haha!!!"

The people who appeared in the Nightclub during the day were almost all Heisenberg's most loyal supporters.

The Heisenberg in their mouths was clearly far more perfect than the real one.

But reality did not stop Heisenberg from enjoying the praise of his fans.

However, amid that group of fans, a petite figure appeared somewhat out of place.

Heisenberg walked over to the woman in the cute pale pink hoodie and sat across from her.

"Barbara, did S.H.I.E.L.D. give you another vacation?"

"Heh, I'm not even sure S.H.I.E.L.D. still exists!"

Barbara complained as she drank heavily.

"How many days has it been now? More than forty days, and I haven't seen a single superior even once.

Orders keep following me like a shadow, but I can't find a single person. I haven't even seen a second colleague in New York. Have I been isolated, or did they disband S.H.I.E.L.D. while I wasn't paying attention?"

As she spoke, Barbara skillfully took a huge gulp of alcohol. Her posture made the amused Heisenberg laugh.

Hearing Heisenberg laugh, Barbara unhappily set down her glass.

"You're actually laughing? If you hadn't appeared out of nowhere and kept causing trouble in New York, I'd have been transferred back to headquarters to continue doing desk work long ago.

And you never give me any opportunities. Even some random piece of information I could use for a report would be nice!"

"Ha ha ha, I never expected you to be living such an agonizing life, haha!"

Heisenberg laughed without a shred of sympathy. After he finished laughing, he personally refilled Barbara's glass.

As he poured himself a drink as well, he teased Barbara.

"If you want to file a report so badly, how about I give you a child? Then you can take leave."

"Pah! Rather than count on a bastard like you who changes women every night, I'd rather quit on the spot!"

Barbara replied indignantly, then raised her glass and clinked it against Heisenberg's.

After the two drank, Barbara was about to continue chatting with Heisenberg.

But she suddenly noticed the expression on his face.

Heisenberg's smile had suddenly turned somewhat stiff!

Knowing that Heisenberg possessed Superman-like senses, Barbara knew someone was about to have a bad day.

But she wasn't Coulson. No matter who was about to suffer, as long as it wasn't Barbara herself or certain people in S.H.I.E.L.D. whom Barbara cared about—

Barbara couldn't be bothered to care whether anyone else lived or died.

And what happened next proved Barbara's guess. After frowning, Heisenberg directly set his glass on the table.

"Keep drinking. I've got something to deal with."

He tossed out those words and turned to leave.

Barbara was left staring helplessly at her glass.

As she looked at it, she first curled her lips in displeasure, then began to giggle.

Her dimples kept appearing on her cheeks, as though the glass before her still held someone's reflection.

Meanwhile, Heisenberg arrived on the rooftop and looked down over the crystal railing at the edge of the terrace.

Around the building below him, more than eight hundred people were continuously gathering.

Those bastards were all dressed in bizarre outfits. Studded leather jackets were merely ordinary attire to them.

Even though it was still drizzling, most of those gathered assholes had their hairy arms exposed.

Some were even bare-chested, making the entire block seem like an exhibition of tattoo art!

At the same time, those bastards held up signs and shouted slogans.

The content of those signs and slogans never strayed far from slandering and mocking Heisenberg.

"An alien thinks he's the Godfather!"

"New York has been occupied by a stupid alien!"

"New York belongs to New Yorkers. We don't welcome aliens!"

"Defeating the Hulk isn't saving New Yorkers. We need business freedom!"

"Aliens, get out of New York!"

"Aliens, get out of New York!!!"

An explosive event like this should have drawn countless reporters like hungry wolves.

But perhaps Heisenberg's continuous suppression of newspapers over the past two months had worked.

Although the march was still spectacular, no strange reporters were broadcasting strange content to the citizens.

But so what if there were no reporters below? So what if this march had not yet spread?

Heisenberg was still dissatisfied.

Extremely dissatisfied!!!

Heisenberg took a deep breath.

Then he took out his phone and directly called Bullseye.

The moment the call went through, Bullseye answered.

He had been giving a pre-operation briefing to the action team preparing to move out tonight. He had only learned about New York gang members gathering for a march two minutes earlier.

But regardless of what excuses he had, he quickly began apologizing to Heisenberg over the phone.

"Sorry, Boss. I didn't expect those bastards to stage a march today.

I've been careless lately. I thought that since we could crush them with our strength, there was no need to track their every movement. My mistake!"

Bullseye admitted his mistake quickly, and Heisenberg's anger eased somewhat.

After a moment, Heisenberg spoke.

"Gang members are always unpredictable. I can forgive your mistake regarding intelligence, but that isn't what I want to talk to you about. There's something else!"

"Yes, Boss, I'm listening!" Bullseye immediately grew nervous.

He clearly heard Heisenberg take a hard breath on the other end of the phone before coldly saying,

"Contact Rumlow. Mobilize every elite agent under him who can be deployed, along with every force you can send out. Tomorrow night, I want every gang in New York to disappear from this world!"

"Yes, Boss. I'll make the preparations right away!"

"Wait, I'm not finished. Those damned bastards want to see me, don't they? Fine. I want to see them too.

They dared to use a march to pressure me. Do they think I'm fucking Clark Kent?!!

In my name, notify every leader of every gang still operating in New York. Tomorrow at three in the afternoon, my Nightclub will be closed to the public to receive them!

They want to step on my name to seize wealth and power.

Heh...

I'll scatter every last one of their ashes into the Pacific Ocean. Even Jesus can't save them. I said so!!!"