A Deal

"You injured our agents, then turned around and started giving me orders. Is that Kryptonian etiquette?"

Faced with Heisenberg's urging, Hill hesitantly challenged him.

"No. Kryptonian etiquette is invading your planet before you even get to speak!"

Heisenberg sneered, then thought for a moment and smacked his lips boredly.

"Let's talk another way. I just got shot 322 times. To soothe this dangerous individual, go get some liquor."

"That's quite a simple way to soothe someone, but I'd rather say no, because I have not received your respect for Earth or for me!"

"Even if you die?"

"Not everyone fears death, especially Earthlings, sir!"

The moment Hill finished speaking, the lounge doors flew open.

Nick Fury, slightly sweaty, strode in and rushed between Heisenberg and Hill.

He first gave Heisenberg a deep look. When he noticed the utter indifference in Heisenberg's eyes, he took a sharp breath.

By the time he exhaled, he was prepared to bow his head.

"It is truly wonderful to see you again, Mr. Heisenberg. When you left my office last night, I thought Earth would not be able to keep you."

As Nick Fury spoke, he took a seat on the sofa to Heisenberg's left, still muttering after he sat down.

"Thank you very much for choosing to return to our country after enjoying Earth's beautiful scenery. Although there was a small unpleasant incident along the way, I believe we will make the rest of your journey feel right at home!"

Nick Fury reached out and snapped his fingers, then spoke to Hill some distance away.

"Hill, could you fetch something to drink for Mr. Heisenberg and me? I still owe him a drink!"

The moment his words fell.

"Tsk, tsk. Same old tricks." That was the shameless Heisenberg.

"Emmm." That was Hill...

Seeing this, Nick Fury was somewhat puzzled.

"What is it?"

He asked quietly, while Hill naturally shook her head.

"Nothing. I'll get the liquor."

"Yes, indeed, it's nothing. Your hospitality suits me perfectly.

Director Fury is truly too polite. And Agent Hill, hurry and get the liquor, hehe!"

As Heisenberg spoke, Hill had already risen to find some drinks.

Watching Hill act as though nothing had happened, Heisenberg smiled knowingly.

Look at that. Having power was just this enjoyable!

As long as you were strong enough, you could do things you would never normally dare to do, and those people you would not normally dare face with your head held high would have to bow to you just like Egghead.

As a Chinese soul, could Heisenberg have possibly broken into S.H.I.E.L.D.'s New York base, an organization comparable to the FBI in the United States, in the first half of his life?

But now, he had barged in, and what he received was an unusual welcome and drinks.

Believe me, something like this really could bring you joy and satisfaction that you would never normally feel!

And Heisenberg right now...

He felt great, incredibly great.

So he floated straight up, drifted to Nick Fury's side, and sat down less than thirty centimeters away from him.

At the same time, he said with a smile.

"Nick, while it's just the two of us, let me talk to you about something serious."

"Go ahead!" Nick Fury nodded.

"Last night... I probably flew around Earth more than seven thousand times. More or less."

"And?" Nick wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

"After seeing firsthand how most of Earth lives, I rather like the way you Americans drown yourselves in pleasure and luxury!"

As he said that, Heisenberg held out his right hand and rubbed his thumb against his index and middle fingers.

"Money, women, luxury cars, expensive watches—things I never possessed or pursued in the past.

I think they suit me now, because this poor man who was locked away for tens of thousands of years desperately needs to leave the resentment in his heart behind and embrace what may be a better life ahead!"

Smack!

Heisenberg patted Nick's shoulder. As Nick Fury bared his teeth in pain, Heisenberg chuckled.

"I'm someone who hates trouble, and I'm also an old man tens of thousands of years old. I don't want to struggle like young people just to satisfy my desires anymore.

But neither can I accept a life like some ascetic monk.

So I can only trouble other people and ask them to give me a life worthy of my power and status."

Heisenberg patted Nick Fury's shoulder once again.

"Putting it that way, who do you think I should trouble?"

"I would be honored to do so!"

Nick Fury stepped forward and directly grabbed Heisenberg's hand.

"As an organization directly under the United Nations of Earth, S.H.I.E.L.D. has trillions of dollars deposited into our accounts every year!

Believe me, there is no organization on Earth richer than us. We have the ability to fulfill all your demands!

Of course, those demands would preferably be reasonable."

"Haha, then I'm satisfied. Can you arrange somewhere for me to live first?"

"Of course. What kind of environment do you like?"

Nick Fury continued speaking eloquently.

"If you enjoy the gentle sea breeze, we can build you a castle in Malacca that suits your wishes.

If you enjoy pristine snow and ice, we can construct a comfortable manor for you at the North and South Poles.

If you enjoy the vitality of early spring, when all things revive, the Norwegian Forest can show you flowers blooming in abundance.

If you enjoy the joy of autumn harvests, the Canadian Maple Leaf can show you what it means for the fields to be clad in red!"

"I..."

Honestly, once Nick Fury unleashed that entire flowery introduction, Heisenberg was genuinely stunned.

What kind of S.H.I.E.L.D. director was this?

Were you sure you hadn't worked as a tour guide?

Those lines had definitely been prepared beforehand, right?

Definitely, right?

In just a few moments, the scenery Nick Fury described seemed to bloom in Heisenberg's heart.

He actually wanted to go and take a look at those places.

Those were beautiful sights he had never had the chance to experience before crossing over...

But Heisenberg immediately had another thought.

Wait!

Something seemed wrong!

What was wrong?

So Heisenberg thought for a moment and asked with a frown.

"You... aren't trying to arrange for me to live somewhere remote, are you?"

"Of course not. How could I be!"

Nick Fury froze for a moment, hurriedly wiped the nonexistent cold sweat from his forehead again, and added.

"I was merely introducing the four most beautiful seasons on this planet. If you are not interested in them, you may make your own request."

"A request... of course. How about giving me a bar? I rather like the atmosphere of bars."

"Okay, no problem. Which city do you like? How about New York?"

"New York it is. Pick a location... near the border between Queens and Hell's Kitchen."

"Uh, Mr. Heisenberg, Queens and Hell's Kitchen do not share a border. I..."

"So are you expecting me to fold them together? Then they'll share a border!!!"

"No, no, no. I'll send someone to handle it immediately. Believe me, by tonight at the latest, you will have the bar you want.

However..."

After making that promise to Heisenberg, Nick Fury's words became hesitant.

He deliberated for a long while before finally seeming to make up his mind and saying.

"However, I have a request. Could you... all right, I'll be direct.

I hope to conduct a physical test on you, just basic tests of strength, speed, and the like.

If you permit it, you can also use our instruments to test any special abilities you may possess. What do you think?"

Once he finished speaking, Nick Fury was extremely nervous. After all, his shoulder was still being gripped in Heisenberg's hand.

If he displeased Heisenberg, those hands that could casually crush bulletproof glass would land on him!

Fortunately, Heisenberg merely frowned before nodding decisively.

"Just a small physical test, right?"

Heisenberg sneered and continued.

"Fine. Let it be our first deal.

You get me a bar that satisfies me, and I'll show you a portion of my abilities so you can think of ways to deal with and restrain me!"

"No, no, no. It is merely to broaden our horizons!"

Nick Fury explained in a relaxed tone.

"You are our friend. On Earth, only friends sit down and drink and chat like this.

How could we harbor such dangerous thoughts toward a friend?"

"Heh." Heisenberg curled his lip dismissively. "Say whatever you want. My bar must be ready as soon as possible. I need a bar on the top floor of a skyscraper, and it must have a rooftop terrace. Remember that?"

"Yes, yes, yes, of course it will have a rooftop terrace!"

Just as Nick Fury nodded and promised him, Agent Hill arrived carrying drinks.

Nick Fury and Heisenberg looked toward Hill. The gaze of one of them made Hill purse her lips in displeasure.

"I didn't know what you liked to drink, so I only brought a bottle of bourbon," she said, rolling her eyes slightly.

Heisenberg took the tray from her, picked up the bourbon, and poured himself a glass.

Then he directly handed the remaining half-full bottle to Nick Fury.

He held his own glass and clinked it against Nick Fury's large bottle.

"Cheers, friend!"

After saying that, Heisenberg drained his glass in one gulp, then looked at Nick Fury with great interest.

At that moment, Nick Fury's face was as dark as an expired salted egg.

Still, he reluctantly raised the bottle.

"Cheers!"

With that, he forced himself to drain the remaining half-bottle of bourbon in one go.

By the time he set down the empty bottle, Nick Fury's expression was quite awful.

But he merely shook his head and then quietly asked Heisenberg.

"Would you mind if we began the tests now?"

"Whatever."

"Then come with me!"

Nick Fury said much less after that. His mood was probably terrible.

He stood and led the way for Heisenberg, while Hill followed behind him without even glancing at Heisenberg.

They reached the elevator, went down, left the Three-Winged Building, and boarded a sightseeing cart.

The three of them crossed the park belonging to S.H.I.E.L.D. and arrived at S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy.

Under the curious gazes of many students, Heisenberg followed Nick into the academy building and then headed underground.

After turning left and right all the way, Heisenberg finally saw a training ground large enough.

Though it was underground, the training ground before them was exceptionally spacious, roughly the size of three football fields.

As for the height of the training ground, it was around nine meters, enough space for most people to move freely.

Yet at that moment, there was only one person in the training ground.

He was a muscular man dressed simply in jeans and a white T-shirt.

When Heisenberg entered the training ground, the sole trainee was furiously attacking a punching bag.

Bang!

Bang, bang, bang!

Left and right straight punches, followed by a hook to the body, then a roundhouse kick, a knee strike, and finally a takedown.

The poor freestanding punching bag was tossed around by the man like a rag doll.

The arrival of Heisenberg and the others did not affect the man's workout.

Even when the three of them were standing five or six meters behind him, the man did not stop moving.

More than twenty seconds passed. Only after repeating the sequence once more did the man turn around and nod to Nick Fury.

"Punching bags these days are really durable. Back in my time, one routine would have destroyed one completely."

As he spoke, his eyes settled on the smiling Heisenberg.

"Nick Fury, Agent Hill, it's been some time since we last met. And this gentleman..."

He pointed at Heisenberg and asked.

"What should I call you?"

"Heisenberg!" Heisenberg extended his right hand toward the man.

The man reached out and shook Heisenberg's hand.

"Steve Rogers. Pleased to meet you!"

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Also, we actually made it into the top twenty of the New Book Rankings in just one day. That's amazing! Let's keep it up and push for the top three!!!

If we don't reach the top three soon, I'll be signing the contract, and then there won't be a chance to climb the New Book Rankings anymore. I hope everyone can give me a better memory to look back on. Love you all.

Also, I used two idioms in the dialogue between the protagonist and Egghead, and the pro-American crowd flamed me for fifty-seven posts, all just to say I wasn't qualified to use idioms to translate their dialogue.

So let me explain it to you, Mr. Pro-American.

indulge in a life of dissipation

live a life of luxury and excess