Justice League Founded

In Asgard, Odin stood with Frigga before the great gates, gazing out at the boundless sea of stars.

Yet they were not looking at the same thing.

Odin watched the drunken Thor and shook his head without changing expression.

"He is still so lazy. I hope his trip to Midgard has taught him enough!"

"You mean Thor?"

Frigga turned to look at Odin, her face filled with sorrow.

"What could possibly be wrong with Thor? He has always been so happy. On the contrary, I am more worried about Loki. I wonder how he has been doing out there..."

"Hmph. What could happen? He has his own destiny."

"Odin, you are far too harsh on that child!"

"Different people require different methods. Loki needs us to keep him in check!"

Their conversation ended on an unhappy note. Odin returned alone to his throne, stroking Gungnir in his hand with a nostalgic expression.

"If anyone is best suited to inherit my position, then if only she were not so stubborn... Sigh..."

Midgard, three days after Iron Man had been dealt with.

Lord Heisenberg left his Nightclub and took the car Billy had arranged for him to his new base.

There was no helping it. The Nightclub was nice enough, but it was indeed too cramped for Lord Heisenberg.

He now had far too many subordinates. Even if he did not need to receive each of them personally, he still needed a suitable place where all of them could gather.

For instance, when Lord Heisenberg wanted to announce something today...

So, to make Lord Heisenberg's future work more convenient, Rumlow and Bullseye discussed it and decisively renovated the largest Opera House under the Nuke Gang's control.

Lord Heisenberg naturally moved into the Opera House as well.

As for his personal quarters, Bullseye had specially set up an open-air lounge for him, where Lord Heisenberg could bask in the sun to his heart's content when he was not working.

Upon arriving, the convoy of over a thousand cars behind Lord Heisenberg drew curious looks from many people near the theater.

Fortunately, this theater had once hosted Hollywood Oscar Night. Otherwise, it truly would not have been this large.

Outside the red carpet surrounding the theater, countless reporters were packed together.

So many passersby had been drawn over as well, all guessing that this was some sort of premiere ceremony.

But when they saw Lord Heisenberg step out of the car—

"Whoa, Superman!!!"

"Hey, honey, come look at God!"

"He has such presence! No wonder he's Superman!"

"You saw the video too, right? The hottest video on YouTube—he only threw a few punches, and Hulk lost!"

"That's Lord Heisenberg, New York's guardian!"

"Because of him, nobody in Brooklyn District sells that damned powder to my son anymore. It's absolutely wonderful!"

"I love him! God, I really want to sleep with him!"

"We should remake the Superman movie, at least change the face to Lord Heisenberg's!"

"He doesn't look like a superhero. He looks more like a godfather!"

"That's what a New York hero should be like. Whether it's Superman or Iron Man, they're both the coolest!"

"Yeah, those two guys sure look rich..."

The passersby murmured excitedly. Very few of them hated Lord Heisenberg the way the gangs did.

After all, ever since Lord Heisenberg had arrived in New York, he had neither actively harmed ordinary people's interests nor failed to effectively improve the city's overall crime rate.

Moreover, the Daily Planet, the Daily Bugle, and all kinds of news media had all received friendly visits from Lord Heisenberg's people.

As a result, Lord Heisenberg's public image remained exceptionally positive.

The US Government and S.H.I.E.L.D. turned a blind eye to this as well.

In fact, they hoped even more than Lord Heisenberg himself that he would have a good reputation.

To the US Government, Lord Heisenberg was clearly a powerful individual they had absolutely no way to restrain.

When it came to someone like that, the government would be more than happy to package him as a kindhearted great hero.

Even if Lord Heisenberg was not necessarily such a positive person.

As long as he grew accustomed to praise from every corner of society—

If he became smug over that praise, even took pride in it—

Then his mindset would gradually shift in the direction society praised him for.

Even if there was only the slightest possibility of turning Lord Heisenberg into a truly good man.

The government would do everything in its power.

If Heisenberg truly became the kind of person they promoted him as, then Heisenberg would be easy to deal with!

But would Heisenberg?

Frowning, he shut off his powerful hearing, indifferently passed through the corridor the countless reporters had left open for him, and strode straight into the theater.

After he entered the theater, the pedestrians outside not only failed to leave, but gathered in ever greater numbers.

Their discussions also grew increasingly heated.

"It's Heisenberg!"

"He came to Manhattan District!"

"That's how it should be. How could someone as powerful as him stay in a slum like Brooklyn? That's simply a waste!"

"He's so charismatic. He should come to Manhattan District and live with us aristocrats!"

"Aristocrats? You?"

"At least we're rich."

"Manhattan District is so safe. We have Iron Man here, and Superman too!"

"But Iron Man hasn't shown up these past few days. Has that playboy started fooling around with young models again?"

"Who knows? Superman is enough for us now!"

Inside the theater, Heisenberg passed one subordinate after another before reaching his seat at the center of the theater and sitting down.

His seat faced the more than two thousand seats in front of him, with its back to the stage, and it was slightly elevated above the others.

After Heisenberg took his seat, most of his subordinates gradually sat down as well. The more than two thousand seats were actually full, with quite a few people even standing around the outer edge of the seating area!

This greatly surprised Heisenberg.

Yes, although he had never paid much attention to such matters, through the hard work of his subordinates...

There were now over two thousand mid-to-upper-ranking people qualified to attend the meeting alone.

Looking at everyone before him, Heisenberg nodded.

He only recognized a few people in the front rows: Bullseye, Daredevil, Eliza, Jessica, Rumlow, Sitwell, Billy, and a few regulars he often saw at the nightclub.

As for the others...

They all sat stiffly upright, not daring to act as casually as Bullseye and the others from so far away.

As for absolute upper-echelon figures like Bullseye, their sitting postures were far less proper.

Aside from Daredevil, who sat with the bearing of a subordinate, the others...

Bullseye had one leg crossed over the other, a cigarette hanging from his mouth.

Eliza and Jessica were discussing the lip gloss they would wear that night.

Rumlow sat with his legs spread wide, wiping the gun in his hands.

Even Sitwell kept wiping his glasses.

Well...

It seemed this group had truly figured out his temperament.

Heisenberg indeed would not get angry over such trivial matters. His subordinates' respect for him was not something that could be proven by how they sat.

Heisenberg would never take issue with people who risked their lives for him.

Heisenberg crossed his right leg over his left and naturally rested both hands on the armrests.

Then he spoke softly.

"I... have been here for around two months. Those of you who have been with me the longest have only known me for two months as well."

He looked toward Bullseye and the others.

"How have these past two months felt?"

"Haha, my ass hurts!"

Bullseye said brazenly, making Heisenberg sigh helplessly.

"I really shouldn't have given you a chance to speak. From now on, you should learn some manners!"

As he spoke, Heisenberg clapped his hands toward everyone.

"Two months ago, we each had our own identities and our own positions.

Some of you came from the streets, some from major corporations, some from the FBI and CIA, and quite a few came from S.H.I.E.L.D. and Hydra.

But now, we are all the rulers of this city—at least, the rulers of the night!"

With that, Heisenberg lowered his hands and nodded to the crowd.

"You have done even better than I expected. It took us only two short months to turn New York into our New York!"

"So, were our steps to stop here?"

"Of course not, haha!"

"How could that be possible!"

"Boss, we can hardly wait!"

"But there are still some troubles that haven't been cleared away, like those Five Fingers, and that Black Light they keep talking about?"

Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!

Heisenberg's applause silenced everyone. After clapping, he continued speaking to the crowd.

"When it came to ruling the night, we had already achieved the ultimate in New York.

"As for outside forces like the Hand and Harmony Society, each of you only needed to strike out with your most ruthless methods.

"Today's gathering was not meant to discuss what we should do next.

"The reason I called everyone here was simply to let you all meet one another.

"You all came from different backgrounds, and some of you even shared old grudges.

"But now, I wanted everyone sitting here to regard the people beside them as comrades they could rely on!

"The unification of New York's nights began with you and me, but I did not want that unity to end with you and me either. Remember that, everyone!"

At that, Heisenberg raised his hand. Bullseye immediately got up and walked over.

When Bullseye reached his side, Heisenberg patted his arm and addressed everyone.

"This is Bullseye, my first follower. I intended to hand the night I held tightly in my grasp over to him.

"I needed every member of the Nuke Gang to regard Bullseye as me. He had the ability to lead you onward as I did, and any orders he conveyed to you would be my orders.

"Our gang would become our foundation in the future. Bullseye, teach our brothers well. We were not a traditional gang—we were rulers on the verge of creating miracles.

"Face the citizens with the mindset of rulers. Do not steal, rob, or threaten them. That was boring.

"Trade their safety with them. They paid us, and we gave them protection far beyond what the American police could offer.

"This country had long since become warped. We would become the force New York's citizens—and even other citizens—trusted most. I wanted their trust in us to surpass their trust in the police system.

"Until, in the end, we were no longer the night in their eyes, but the sun in their hearts!"

"Yes!"

Bullseye nodded at once.

Heisenberg waved for him to step back, then beckoned to Rumlow. Rumlow rose to his feet with a defiant look on his face.

"This ugly-looking fellow, Crossbones, would become the Nuke Gang's chief instructor. At the same time, he would become one of the Justice League's commanders!"

As he spoke, Heisenberg rose from his chair and walked over to Rumlow.

He patted Rumlow on the shoulder and continued speaking to the group.

"Over the past two months, I discovered that there were far too many troubles on Earth that ordinary people could not solve.

"So I decided to establish the Justice League. The League would recruit only outstanding elites to serve in its Intelligence Department and logistics department, selected from the Nuke Gang's existing talents.

"As for the Justice League's combat personnel, I only needed powerful people who were exceptional in some field.

"At present, the Justice League would consist of Crossbones, Bullseye, Jessica, Eliza, and Daredevil.

"Oh, that made six people, because there was also me!"