Reckless

Flying—free and exhilarating flying.

Heisenberg passed through the clouds again and again, enjoying the sensation of wandering through a sea of clouds.

Swimming was a skill most humans could master, but aside from battling the waves at sea, wouldn't swimming through a sea of clouds feel even more heroic?

Of course it would!

Otherwise, how could Heisenberg have flown from nightfall until dawn?

It had to be said that Heisenberg had gone a little crazy from flying. Even he wasn't sure how many times he had circled the Earth.

When he had unilaterally said goodbye to Nick Fury, it had probably only been around eleven or twelve at night.

But now, when he stopped above New York once more, the sun was already shining over the city.

Heisenberg floated roughly twenty thousand meters in the air, lying spread-eagled as he turned his entire front toward the sun.

"This... this warm, vigorous feeling...!"

Heisenberg went blank.

It was as though he remembered the feeling of secretly taking little blue pills with his wife before he had transmigrated!

How should he describe it?

Warm all over, brimming with confidence!

Hahaha~~~.

Using that kind of drug to describe the effect sunlight had on a Kryptonian was indeed a little impolite.

But sunlight truly gave him that feeling.

Heisenberg could even clearly feel his strength rapidly growing!

He didn't dare say exactly how much stronger he had become, but he was confident that his current self could beat two of his former selves without a problem.

Enjoying the strengthening brought by the sunlight, Heisenberg lay quietly there for more than two hours.

Only when stillness made him restless did he roll over among the clouds and begin considering where he should settle down.

Should he find a farm like Superman, then quietly play the role of an American farmer?

No, no, no!

That wasn't the life Heisenberg wanted.

Even when he had no power, he had still pursued enjoyment as much as possible.

When he made less than five thousand a month, he still had to go drinking several times each month.

When his monthly income neared ten thousand, he occasionally started going clubbing.

Later, as he earned more and more, he had more and more fun, but his desires inevitably rose as well.

Before becoming a Kryptonian, Heisenberg had been keen on making money, because on an Earth without extraordinary power, money was power!

But now, he wielded power that could practically be called beyond the mortal realm...

And he was supposed to keep a low profile, hide his identity, live meekly, and integrate into the world?

Fuck that!

Heisenberg turned around and shot straight into the room he had left earlier.

That was... Nick Fury's private office at S.H.I.E.L.D.'s New York Branch.

BOOM!!!

Crash, crash~~.

The floor-to-ceiling windows that had been installed less than two hours ago suddenly exploded. The S.H.I.E.L.D. renovation crew members repairing the floor in the office were so frightened that they nearly wet themselves.

Under the gazes of countless workers, Heisenberg lightly waved at them.

"Don't panic. Carry on, everyone. I'm only looking for Nick Fury. It seems I had a small appointment with him before I left."

The moment he finished speaking, every person present nearly dropped to their knees before Heisenberg!

You were fucking terrifying! This was imported blastproof glass manufactured in China, not those shoddy crystal products made in the United States.

Glass that even a Raptor's cannon couldn't penetrate had been shattered by you like a thin film!

Were you even human?

After a moment of silence, someone finally reacted.

One employee suddenly drew his gun and started firing at Heisenberg.

The little pistol kept spitting out bullets with all its might, but Heisenberg only frowned.

His clothes had been damaged...

"Everyone, an impulsive act can be forgiven. But if you continue, don't blame me for not warning you!"

In order to maintain a more respectable outward image, Heisenberg tried to reason with the agents.

But no one could listen.

They only saw Heisenberg as an intruder. After all, Nick Fury had sealed off the information and kept it heavily classified, so no one had introduced Heisenberg's identity to them.

And the continuing barrage of bullets that followed was proof of the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents' excellent training.

Clang, clang, clang!!!

After the bullets struck Heisenberg, they scattered with mournful whines, ricocheting in all sorts of chaotic directions.

Heisenberg did not move at all, yet the agents began crying out one after another.

"Ahhh, my waist!!!"

"Damn it, watch the ricochets!"

"Stop shooting, he's not afraid of bullets!"

"He's a monster!"

"Who is he? Ah, I've been shot!"

In just five seconds, more than three hundred bullets struck Heisenberg before wildly scattering throughout the office.

More than six agents were injured as a result.

The brief concentrated fire quickly stopped. Heisenberg still stood where he was, but the agents had already begun fleeing in all directions!

"This is Maintenance Division Fourth Squad. Someone has invaded the Three-Winged Building!"

"The intruder has superhuman abilities. We need backup!"

Many people began reporting the intrusion, giving Nick Fury—who was in the basement watching Natasha's progress—a cold sweat.

Nick Fury immediately shut off the video of Natasha in India and switched to the surveillance feed from his office.

He recognized Heisenberg's face at a glance!

"This is Nick Fury. Cease your attack. Everyone, stop attacking!"

After hurriedly giving his subordinates the order to stop, Nick Fury wiped away his sweat and rushed out of the underground control center.

Inside the office.

Heisenberg's extraordinary hearing allowed him to hear Nick Fury's order.

The agents were fairly obedient as well. They all put down their guns and raised their hands at Heisenberg to show that they posed no threat.

And Heisenberg...

"Now you know to stop?"

He lightly mocked them, then suddenly raised his foot. When his right foot came down again, the entire office floor shattered completely!

The concrete and the blastproof metal embedded within it all exploded into fragments in an instant.

There was no longer a single place to stand in the entire office.

Bang, crash, thud thud thud!!!

The agents fell into the floor below like dumplings tumbling into a pot.

After they landed, sharp chunks of concrete and even deadlier metal fragments nearly turned them into bloody messes.

At least, judging by the color covering their bodies, they already looked like bloody messes.

"Ahhh!!!"

"Damn it, save them!"

"Hurry and save them, they're badly hurt!"

The floor directly beneath Nick Fury's office seemed to be some kind of laboratory. The panicked researchers began the first round of rescue in a flustered, incoherent manner.

Meanwhile, Heisenberg calmly floated in the air, as though the chaos beneath him had never happened at all.

About twenty seconds later, someone finally overcame their fear.

A maintenance worker whose injuries were not too severe struggled to his feet. He raised his right hand, pointed at Heisenberg, and shouted at him with all his strength.

"We already stopped firing. Why did you still do this?"

"Why?"

Heisenberg first sneered in response, then slowly drifted down.

"You're asking why I still hurt you after you stopped firing?

Then why, after I introduced myself and tolerated your first wave of attacks, did you still respond to me with murderous intent?

You fire when you want to fire, and stop when you want to stop. Why should everything unfold according to what you want?"

Bang!!!

Heisenberg slapped the speaking agent across the face, sending him sprawling to the ground.

Still, he had held back. He had not sent the agent's brains splattering onto the researchers behind him.

"Your conduct is too overbearing, and your guns are too dangerous, so I've given you a small punishment. Take it as a warning!

And just as I said, don't blame me for not warning you!"

After slapping him, Heisenberg spoke in a sinister tone as he slowly floated toward the door.

This was the method he had chosen to establish his authority!

Indeed, he was strong—strong enough that Nick and the others clearly knew they should not provoke him.

But that was far from enough.

Superman was powerful too, yet no one feared Superman. Whether it was Luthor or any random American official, they all dared to spout nonsense at him.

Heisenberg would never be like Superman.

No matter the reason, only by truly making them hurt and wounding them

could he build an outward image of being moody, quick to injure others, and indifferent to human life, thereby truly earning the respect and proper fear of the weak.

Sigh...

After opening the door and leaving the laboratory, Heisenberg saw quite a few agents gathering nearby.

Like a warrior surrounded by enemies, he casually passed through those agents and walked past two similar laboratories.

At last, he spotted a break room. At least, the room he saw had several couches.

So he comfortably lay down on one of the couches, closed his eyes, and waited for Nick Fury to arrive.

Naturally, there were agents watching him—or rather, monitoring him—nearby.

But when Hill arrived, all those agents left.

Hill quietly sat across from Heisenberg and lightly patted the armrest, indicating that she had arrived.

Heisenberg snorted, opened his eyes, and said,

"Let's see. Hmm, Nick Fury is more than sixty meters underground. He's coming up, so we have five minutes.

That's a little short, but it's an honor to share these five minutes with a beautiful lady like you."

"Hehe."

Hearing Heisenberg's words, Hill pressed her lips together and smiled gently.

"Mr. Heisenberg, your flirtatious words do not quite match the way you injured our agents."

"Fine, let me explain. My view of life is very simple. Whoever bares their teeth at me, I glare back at them. That's fair."

"But you know better than we do that my men could not hurt you at all!"

"So I was supposed to stand there and tolerate them firing bullets at my face? If dozens of mosquitoes bit you, would you stand there and let them?"

Heisenberg's expression darkened somewhat. No matter how beautiful the woman before him was, his bottom line would never be crossed.

If he did not want this world to hurt him, then he had to hurt this world as much as possible before it could hurt him!

He had to bare his claws and show his sharp teeth.

Only by making everyone certain that he was not someone to be provoked could he prevent just anyone from daring to provoke him!

The neighboring DC Universe had already provided him with far too many examples of that.

Look at Superman. He did good deeds every day and enjoyed the admiration of some people, only to be schemed against again and again by countless plotters.

His lover and his mother were the two people he loved most.

But what happened?

His lover and mother had practically become professional kidnapping victims!

How innocent. How ridiculous!

Then look at Batman. Though his methods were brutal, he upheld the principle of not killing.

As a result, his enemies kept coming back, attacking him, provoking him, and hurting him over and over in increasingly creative ways!

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

Who dared provoke The Joker Batman, that Batman who killed without restraint?

And who dared glare at Injustice Superman? No one dared disobey a single command from Injustice Superman.

If power was placed into the scabbard known as mercy and kindness, no one would fear that divine weapon whose cold edge could not be seen.

And that was the philosophy of survival Heisenberg had chosen for the future.

He did not want to be a blade sealed away by justice. He wanted to show the entire world his sharpest edge!

He admitted that for the first twenty-eight years of his life, he had only been an ordinary man. Perhaps he could not achieve true cruelty—the absolute evil of someone like The Joker.

But if it was merely killing...

He could do it!

And if appropriate killing could allow him to live more peacefully.

If appropriate brutality could allow him to enjoy life more fully.

Then...

Killing them was his duty!

"Hill!"

Heisenberg said with a grave expression.

"This is the second time I've warned you. Anyone who fires a gun at me will not meet a good end. Believe me!"

"But..."

Hill seemed to want to explain something, but Heisenberg instantly rose and moved to her side, easily pinching her chin between his fingers.

"You want to say 'but'? Heh heh!"

Heisenberg's actions made Hill glare at him furiously, but unfortunately, a beautiful woman making that expression was not frightening in the slightest.

"Don't question me, Earthling. You may have your rules, but I have my own standards.

They raised their guns at me. That was their choice.

Making them pay a price was my response.

Do you think that isn't enough because they're all still alive?

Then I can let them die. What do you say?!!"

"Mmph! Mmph!"

Hearing Heisenberg's words, Hill struggled without pause.

Seeing this, Heisenberg released her and shoved her aside.

"Tsk tsk, interesting creatures—selfish and hypocritical. So keep your mouth shut in front of me!

Talking to you has made me thirsty. Go prepare me something to drink!"

A new book is setting out. Your support is sincerely appreciated. I hope we can forge a path together on Qidian as it is today.

Thank you!