How Was My Performance?

Captain America gave his name, then cautiously glanced at Heisenberg's face.

He seemed to be waiting, waiting to see what kind of surprised expression Heisenberg would show.

Too bad...

Heisenberg just nodded, shaking his right hand, still clasped with Captain America's, up and down.

"Steve Rogers, right? A pleasure."

With a casual pleasantry, Heisenberg let go, and the gesture made Captain America smile in relief.

When he'd first woken up, he'd thought his name would be immortal, but now it seemed...

The shelf life of the title "Captain America" hadn't even lasted seventy years.

Still, that was fine. Maybe after sleeping for seventy years, he could truly find a life of his own.

Nearly his entire first life had been given to his country, and even in the moment he made his final decision, he'd intended to return his life to the nation and the world that had raised him.

But now, the world was at peace. Maybe Captain America really didn't need to appear anymore.

Thinking this, his expression grew calmer. In just five or six seconds, he looked as if he'd aged seven or eight years.

A sense of serenity and tranquility settled over him.

"Alright, so we're acquainted now. What do you need me for? Introducing me to a gym buddy?"

Captain America asked casually, and Nick Fury quickly shook his head.

"Of course not. It's just that our friend here needs a relatively private training facility."

"Huh?"

Captain America was taken aback, his gaze beginning to scrutinize Heisenberg.

"Is he someone like me? Even training has to be some kind of secret?"

"Like you???"

Hearing Captain America's question, Nick Fury fell silent.

A moment later, he shook his head.

"With all due respect, Captain Rogers, the gap between you and our friend here is quite significant!"

With that, Fury tentatively patted Heisenberg's arm. Heisenberg didn't stop him.

As long as Nick cooperated, he didn't mind a little minor intrusion.

So Nick Fury successfully patted Heisenberg's arm and said.

"This underground training facility has almost every training amenity. You can show us your skills here.

No need to worry about leaking intel. Everyone standing here is among S.H.I.E.L.D.'s tightest lips."

"Hmm, I'll just mess around a bit then."

Heisenberg nodded noncommittally, then stepped over to the punching bag Captain America had just been using.

He struck a pose as if about to throw a punch, then turned to the three of them and said.

"I can't be bothered to hop around in front of you like a monkey in the Spurs, so I'll just show one punch."

Boom!

Heisenberg threw the punch instantly.

Crack!

The fist split the air, sending a supersonic blast echoing through the basement.

Before the three of them could even register their shock, Heisenberg's fist had already landed on the bag.

The floor-standing bag flew off instantly, shattering into countless scattered ashes after flying just half a meter.

But the power of this punch didn't stop there!

Unfathomable force, after pulverizing the bag, carried every grain of iron sand and dust inside it.

Like a sandstorm sweeping across a prairie, or a mudslide engulfing a village.

The wild gale, along with the bag's debris, charged arrogantly into the barbells behind it!

The barbells shattered too, their fragments joining forces to completely destroy the treadmills and cable machines further back.

More and more equipment turned to ash in an instant, the debris spreading outward.

Over twenty meters from Heisenberg, even the floor and ceiling of the underground training facility suffered irreparable damage.

Like a giant hand pushing through the water of a still lake.

Or like God spraying paint, creating a miracle.

The entire training facility was like ripples spreading from a splash.

Centered on Heisenberg, at roughly a thirteen-degree angle extending in the direction of his punch.

For a full seventeen hundred meters, nothing was left intact.

It took a full half-minute for the sound from that punch to begin settling.

The dust it kicked up took over five minutes more to gradually fall back to the ground.

That punch from Heisenberg had carved a canyon into the earth itself.

Silence.

Endless silence.

On the half of the training ground behind Heisenberg that had barely escaped damage, Hill couldn't even control her legs anymore, slumping directly to the floor.

The eye patch over Nick Fury's right eye flickered with light; the mechanical eye he'd hidden for decades couldn't help but start recording, capturing that soul-shaking moment just now.

As for Captain America...

He kept rubbing his head, convinced he was dreaming again.

Heisenberg just calmly watched the three of them, until even he grew impatient—none of them stepped forward to say a word.

Heisenberg had to speak up himself, asking Nick Fury directly.

"How'd I do?"

"Eye-opening!"

"Good, I was worried you'd look down on my little tricks!"

Watching the stunned Nick Fury, Heisenberg tilted his head slightly, glancing up toward the surface.

Then he continued.

"All those buildings of yours up there are blaring alarms—they think it's an earthquake!

Also, it looks like my punch wrecked the elevator to the surface. As compensation, I'll just open a temporary path for you!"

With that, Heisenberg walked a dozen paces away from the three, including Captain America.

Then, under their bewildered gazes, he tilted his head back.

The moment he looked up, Nick Fury clearly saw Heisenberg's eyes blaze with a dazzling red light.

Though the color was nearly the same as sunlight, Fury felt it was the eternal, undying fire of hell.

A thick red glow, accompanied by the sulfurous smell Fury imagined.

A beam of light shot from Heisenberg's pupils, instantly piercing through eight hundred meters of earth.

In the next instant, all of New York saw a crimson pillar of light shooting skyward.

In the DC film universe, General Zod could master the Heat Vision technique after just over ten minutes of fighting Superman.

What about Heisenberg, who'd been soaking up the sun for hours?

Heisenberg didn't even need to shift his gaze; he just kept the angle steady, maintaining the Heat Vision.

After a dozen seconds, the rock and soil within a half-meter diameter around the Heat Vision had all turned into scorching molten lava.

That lava flowed down along the Heat Vision's path, directly engulfing Heisenberg.

The air suddenly filled with the smell of burning clothes.

Satisfied that the passage was wide enough, Heisenberg withdrew the Heat Vision.

Then he floated out of the pool of lava, stark naked, and flew over to the three—Captain America, Fury, and Hill.

Hill was too shocked to even cover her eyes, but Heisenberg didn't mind the exposure—really, he didn't.

He grinned openly at them, then extended his right hand toward Captain America.

"Buddy, lend me some pants. This look isn't fit for flying through the sky."

"Uh, sure!"

Captain America stripped off his jeans without hesitation and handed them to Heisenberg.

But the moment the jeans touched Heisenberg's hand, they burst into flames.

Because Heisenberg's body was still far too hot.

The pants in his hand turned into a fireball—awkward...

Heisenberg belatedly opened his mouth and exhaled gently toward his own body.

Freeze Breath swept across his form through the air.

His scorching body gradually cooled. By the time the Freeze Breath ended, Captain America, Fury, and Hill were shivering slightly.

The ground around Heisenberg was already thickly coated with frost.

Seeing this, Heisenberg nodded in satisfaction, then turned to Nick Fury and held out his hand.

"Rogers' pants won't work for me. Lend me yours!"

As the words fell, Nick Fury's old face twisted up like a black dahlia.

Seeing Fury's sour expression, Heisenberg just shrugged helplessly.

"You want me to wear Hill's pants instead?"

"Hold on!"

Under Heisenberg's urging, Nick Fury finally started taking off his pants.

As for our Commander Hill, she quietly rolled her eyes and moved a bit farther away from Captain America and Nick.

About a minute later, Nick Fury's four-hundred-fifty-gram bulletproof black suit pants were on Heisenberg's legs.

After putting them on, Heisenberg shifted his hips uncomfortably.

"Sorry, a bit tight in the crotch."

He explained, making Nick instinctively look down.

The words weren't damaging, but the insult hit hard.

Luckily, Heisenberg didn't dwell on why they were tight.

Soon, he shot into the sky, gravel splashing up from the ground below as Heisenberg vanished completely.

Half an hour later, S.H.I.E.L.D. rescue personnel finally lowered a rope eight hundred meters underground.

Then the rescuers rappelled down rapidly, charging into the underground training ground in no time.

Next...

Countless S.H.I.E.L.D. rescue team members shut their eyes in regret.

What sin had they committed?

Why did they have to discover the secret between their Director and Captain America?

And the strangest thing was...

Why was Commander Hill with the Director and Captain America while they were playing around?

Across from this group, two men in white underwear stared expressionlessly at the rescue team members.

Only after two obedient team members took off their pants and handed them over did their sharp gazes soften.

Nick grabbed the rope and let the rescuers above haul him up.

As he rose, Nick Fury's heart sank to the bottom.

Everyone sent to rescue them was his absolute, most trusted subordinates.

And those who descended into the training ground were the inner circle who had personally participated in the Captain America excavation project.

After all, Captain America's revival was still a secret for now.

And these trusted men...

Nick Fury couldn't help but pinch his chin hard.

His image in front of his own people was probably completely ruined!

Meanwhile, on the rooftop of the Three-Winged Building, the New York Branch of S.H.I.E.L.D.

That is, the highest terrace of this building.

Heisenberg was lounging on a sofa, lazily soaking up the sun.

Not far from him, another sofa sat placed there.

Lying on that sofa was a young girl with golden hair, a face like a Barbie doll, looking at most sixteen years old.

The girl wriggled like a worm, then stretched her arms up with a cute yawn and said, "Wow, I didn't know sunbathing could feel this good!"

"Right? I wasn't lying to you."

Heisenberg replied, turning his head to look at the Barbie doll.

"You agents, always out in the wind and rain, should sunbathe more often. There's nothing more enjoyable in the world than soaking up the sun!"

"Yeah, yeah, especially for a Kryptonian like you. Sunbathing not only tans you but also boosts your power, right?"

The Barbie doll asked casually, catching Heisenberg off guard.

He hesitated for a moment, then countered, "Is that conclusion something you guessed?"

"Heh heh!"

The Barbie doll pouted with a smile, then reached into the large pocket on the belly of her hoodie.

A moment later, she tossed a comic book toward Heisenberg.

Heisenberg caught it; he didn't even need to flip through it to know what was up.

On the cover of that comic, a massive S emblem was crystal clear!

And the protagonist of this comic was naturally his descendant named Kal-El.

Only then did Heisenberg finally remember.

In the DC Universe, there were Marvel Comics and Spider-Man comics!

And in the Marvel Universe...

There were naturally DC Comics and Superman comics!!!

Overnight, we broke into the top three of the new book rankings—our fighting power is just too strong!

Love you all!

Thank you! (≧▽≦)