About twenty minutes passed…
The phone rang.
Heisenberg glanced at it—Barbara…
Alright.
He hung up casually. It was probably about that ice-throwing incident with the reporter.
Boring. Let his team handle it.
SHIELD knew better than to keep pushing after Heisenberg hung up.
The media frenzy and the scuffles between pro- and anti-Heisenberg citizens outside City Hall didn't disturb his rest.
He slept until past four in the afternoon, waking up slowly.
He was lazy beyond measure, simply because basking in the sun felt too comfortable.
He even thought about spending some time inside the sun itself.
But for now, he wasn't sure if his body, enhanced by the sun for only about a week, could withstand the sun's extreme heat and radiation.
One day, though, Heisenberg was determined to play around in the sun!
His plans went far beyond that.
If he ever got the chance to visit a world with gods, could he become the Sun God and carry the sun as his personal toy?
But those thoughts were too distant for now. Heisenberg's immediate goal was to harvest Origin Matter on Marvel's Earth.
After waking up, he lay in the sun as usual, pondering the future.
Over the past few days, he'd thought of countless ways to change the fate of everyone on Earth.
At first, he considered bringing powerful opponents to Earth for a desperate battle.
During the fight, he'd shatter Earth's core, forcing humanity into space.
Changing the fate of seven or eight billion people in an instant—why not?
But considering the hidden powerhouses in Marvel's Earth…
Like the endlessly mentioned Ancient One…
In the end, Heisenberg abandoned that plan.
Though he gave up on destroying Earth, he didn't abandon the idea of sending humans into space.
If destroying Earth wasn't an option, he'd find gentler ways.
He thought for a moment and turned his attention to Asgard.
What if he used Asgard's Bifröst to launch a grand development plan for the Nine Realms?
If implemented, at least 40-50% of Earth's population would have their destinies altered.
But then there was Odin, who, despite his age, always seemed to have hidden depths…
Fighting was pointless. Harmony first. He'd wait two years, until Odin died.
According to the movie plot, Hela, the Goddess of Death, would rise after Odin's death.
If he could convince or seduce Hela, could he freely use Asgard's millennia of resources?
This was just one idea. Heisenberg had better ones.
For example, he could find the Collector in space and sell himself!
After all, he was the only Kryptonian in the universe—wasn't he valuable?
And the Collector would only collect his body after his death. So let him wait—how could Heisenberg ever die?
After selling himself, he'd buy and seize countless spaceships to send back to Earth!
No need to say more. Once those ships were distributed to governments, humanity would leave the solar system within six months and invade the Milky Way within three years!
Humans were just that greedy—or ambitious?
Either way, Heisenberg had countless plans in mind, waiting for the right moment to execute them.
Starting from Earth, then spreading across the universe, within twenty years, he'd harvest so much Origin Matter his hands would ache!
Ding!
Lost in thought, the villa door opened.
Heisenberg turned to see a stranger.
But the stranger was carrying his most loyal subordinate—Bullseye!
"Wow, impressive. You caught Bullseye just like that?"
"Right, Heisenberg!"
As the stranger spoke, he tossed Bullseye at Heisenberg's feet.
"You killed Kingpin, proving you still have a sense of justice. So why did you support Bullseye in starting the Hell's Kitchen gang war afterward?"
The oddly dressed man questioned, while Bullseye landed with a thud, bouncing twice.
Heisenberg kicked Bullseye's stomach—no reaction.
He sniffed the strange smell on Bullseye…
"Ether overdose. You planned to take us both out?"
Heisenberg asked with interest. Before he finished, the stranger spun around and fled.
He hadn't expected his knockout gas to fail completely.
In moments, the stranger reached the building's edge and leaped off.
Mid-air, he unfolded a collapsible glider from his uniform.
"Haha, interesting!"
Heisenberg soared into the air, instantly appearing behind the stranger.
Grabbing the glider, he hauled the man back to the rooftop and slammed him beside Bullseye.
"Daredevil, right? Horns on your head, right? Lawyer, right? Blind, right?"
Yes, this oddly dressed jerk was one of Hell's Kitchen's homegrown superheroes—Daredevil.
Or Matt Murdock.
Heisenberg questioned the pain-wracked Daredevil, sentence after sentence.
Though Daredevil's bones were shattered, he didn't cry out or beg for mercy.
Heisenberg was helpless against such stubbornness.
The man was a superhero, albeit weak, indecisive, blind, and full of problems.
But killing him…
That would mean dealing with Luke Cage, Jessica Jones, Iron Fist, and others seeking revenge.
And possibly even the Punisher, whom Heisenberg admired.
He didn't want to kill Daredevil.
But he wouldn't just let him go.
He'd lock him up until his friends arrived, then recruit them all. Maybe these young Hell's Kitchen vigilantes would join his Injustice League.
With that thought, Heisenberg's eyes flashed red, and he glanced at Bullseye's backside.
"Aaaaaah!!!"
Bullseye screamed, clutching his left buttock in agony.
Before he could curse, he saw Heisenberg.
The poor man instantly froze.
"Boss, I was set up… I…"
"It's fine. Take this guy downstairs and lock him up."
Heisenberg ordered softly.
Bullseye obeyed but wanted to explain his failure.
Carrying Daredevil, he whispered, "He's… everyone in Hell's Kitchen calls him Daredevil, a troublesome vigilante.
I tried to kill him, but he drugged me with hallucinogens.
Boss, give me another chance. I won't fail so easily…"
"Won't fail so easily and die?"
Heisenberg idly patted Bullseye's shoulder.
"I said it's fine. Focus on the task."
Heisenberg lay back in his chair, closing his eyes to bask in the sun.
Bullseye, helpless, carried Daredevil away.
As he descended, Bullseye's anxiety grew. He wondered how much this failure would lower his standing with Heisenberg.
But as he walked, his fear turned to shame and hatred.
He glared at Daredevil!
(°_°)...
Wait!
Bullseye's eyes lit up.
Had he ever carried a completely helpless Daredevil like this?
Who was Daredevil? A playboy like Batman, or a street bum?
And now, with Daredevil powerless, couldn't he do whatever he wanted?
Tsk, tsk, tsk…
Bullseye's mind opened to new possibilities.
Three minutes later, in the basement of Heisenberg Tower, Bullseye tied Daredevil to a broken lab table in the abandoned drug lab.
Once known as Golden Tower, Heisenberg Tower was Kingpin's largest drug lab.
But after Heisenberg took over, he abolished drugs, and Bullseye personally destroyed the lab.
Don't ask why he didn't sell the equipment for funds.
It was to show determination.
Now, the abandoned lab had a new use.
After this incident, Bullseye decided to turn the basement into a private prison!
And fill it with all these oddly dressed vigilantes!
Starting with Daredevil!
Bullseye solemnly pulled out a throwing knife, pressing the blade against Daredevil's face.
No one removes a mask with their hands—they cut it off.
After the mask fell, Bullseye recognized the face.
"That lawyer? That blind guy?!"
He was stunned.
"I've been defeated countless times by a blind man… I… WTF…!"
Without hesitation, Bullseye slapped Daredevil hard.
Smack!!!
Gurgle.
Daredevil vomited blood.
Bullseye was shocked, staring at his hand.
Did he have that much strength? One slap made him vomit blood?
No, Daredevil was already injured!
Realizing this, Bullseye quickly removed Daredevil's shirt.
Sure enough, Daredevil was covered in bruises and purple swelling.
He had at least a dozen fractures!
"Damn, the boss hit him hard, but he didn't say to kill him. Do I have to take Daredevil to the hospital?!"
Bullseye was conflicted.
All talk aside, he wouldn't take a sworn enemy to a real hospital.
Not even for himself.
Ring, ring, ring!
The phone rang. Bullseye answered quickly.
"Boss, what's up?"
"Just remembered—I think I broke a few of that guy's bones. Take him to the hospital. Don't let him die!"
"Yes!"
Bullseye obeyed, but Heisenberg wasn't finished.
"And get your butt checked too.
I had to hit you hard to wake you from the ether. Consider it punishment for failing. Got it?"
"Yes!"
Bullseye nodded again.
After hanging up, he stood there, biting his lip in frustration.
He wished Daredevil would just die here!
But what could he do?
Take Daredevil to the hospital, of course.
As for his own butt… what was wrong with it?
Bullseye felt nothing until he sat in the car heading to the hospital.
The moment his butt touched the seat…
"Ughhhh!!!"