"You hurt our agents, then you turn around and talk to me like you're giving orders. Is that Kryptonian etiquette?"
Facing Heisenberg's urging, Hill hesitated slightly as she challenged him.
"No. Kryptonian etiquette is invading your planet before you even get a chance to speak," Heisenberg sneered. Then he thought for a moment, bored, and smacked his lips.
"Let's talk a different way. I just got shot 322322 times. Consider it soothing a dangerous element like me. Go get the alcohol."
"That 'soothing' is really simple." Hill's tone was cool. "But I'd rather tell you no, because I haven't received your respect for Earth, or for me."
"Even if you'll die?"
"Not everyone is afraid of death, especially Earthlings, Your Excellency!"
The moment Hill finished, the lounge door flew open.
Nick Fury strode in quickly, sweat faintly on him, and rushed straight between Heisenberg and Hill. He stared hard at Heisenberg first. When he saw that utterly indifferent look, he sucked in a sharp breath.
By the time he exhaled, he had already decided to bow his head.
"It's great to see you again, Mr. Heisenberg. When you left my office last night, I thought Earth wouldn't be able to keep you."
As Fury spoke, he smoothly sat down on the sofa to Heisenberg's left. Even after sitting, he kept talking under his breath.
"I'm very grateful that after enjoying Earth's scenery, you still chose to return to our country. Even though a small unpleasantness happened in between, I believe the rest of your stay, we will definitely make you feel at home!"
Fury snapped his fingers and said to Hill, "Hill, could you bring Mr. Heisenberg and me some drinks? I still owe him a glass."
The moment he finished.
"Tsk tsk, same old routine." That was the shameless Heisenberg.
"Emmm." That was Hill…
Seeing this, Fury looked confused.
"What's wrong?" he asked quietly.
Hill naturally shook her head. "Nothing. I'll go get the alcohol."
"Yes, nothing at all. Your hospitality is exactly to my liking." Heisenberg smiled. "Director Fury is too polite. And Agent Hill, hurry and fetch the alcohol. Hehe."
As Heisenberg spoke, Hill had already stood up and gone to find drinks.
Watching Hill act as if nothing happened, Heisenberg smiled knowingly.
Look at that. Having power really is this enjoyable.
As long as you are strong enough, you can do things you would never dare to do normally, and the people you usually wouldn't dare to face with your head held high will have to lower their heads to you like a braised egg.
As a Chinese soul, could Heisenberg in his first half of life have barged into America's S.H.I.E.L.D. New York base, something on the level of the FBI?
But now he had barged in, and what he got was a "unique welcome" and alcohol service.
Believe it, this kind of thing really gives you a joy and satisfaction you could never feel in daily life.
And Heisenberg right now felt great, extremely great.
So he floated up directly, drifted to Fury's side, and sat down less than 30 cm30 cm from him.
Then he smiled and said, "Nick, while it's just the two of us, I might as well talk business."
"Go ahead," Fury said, nodding.
"Last night… I probably flew around Earth more than 7,0007,000 times. Probably."
"So?" Fury wiped cold sweat that had appeared on his head.
"After seeing how most regions of Earth live with my own eyes, I still quite like the way you Americans indulge in drunken excess and live in paper-gold luxury!"
As Heisenberg spoke, he raised his right hand and rubbed his thumb against his index and middle fingers.
"Money, women, luxury cars, expensive watches, all that stuff I never truly had before, and never chased after either."
"I think it suits the current me. I'm a poor guy who's been locked up for over ten thousand years. I urgently need to step out of the resentment in my heart and welcome a future that might be better."
Pat.
Heisenberg patted Fury's shoulder. As Fury winced, 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 a young man just to satisfy desire anymore."
"But I also can't accept a life like an ascetic."
"So I can only trouble others, trouble them into giving me a life worthy of my power and status."
Pat.
Heisenberg patted Fury's shoulder again.
"With that said, who do you think I should trouble?"
"I am duty-bound!" Fury stepped up immediately and grabbed Heisenberg's hand.
"As an agency directly under the United Nations, S.H.I.E.L.D. has more than trillions of dollars wired into our accounts every year!"
"Believe me, there is no organization on Earth richer than us. We can satisfy all your demands, of course the demands should be reasonably… reasonable."
"Haha, then I'm satisfied." Heisenberg nodded. "Can you arrange a place for me to live first?"
"Of course. What kind of environment do you like?" Fury continued smoothly.
"If you like gentle sea breezes, we can build you a castle in Malacca."
"If you like pure, snow-covered ice, we can build you a comfortable tower in the North or South Pole."
"If you like the vitality of early spring when everything revives, Norway's forests will show you true blossoms in full bloom."
"If you like the joy of warm autumn harvest, Canada's maple leaves will show you what it means for the whole land to wear red!"
"I…"
To be honest, after Fury fired off that entire introduction, Heisenberg actually went blank.
What kind of S.H.I.E.L.D. director are you?
Are you sure you weren't a tour guide in a past life?
Those lines had to be prepared in advance, right?
They had to be.
In just a moment, the scenery Fury described bloomed in Heisenberg's mind.
He actually wanted to go and see it for himself.
Those were views he never had the chance to experience before transmigrating…
But then Heisenberg suddenly felt something was off.
What was off?
He thought for a moment, then frowned and asked, "You… you're not trying to send me somewhere remote on purpose, are you?"
"Of course not, how could I be?" Fury froze, then quickly wiped sweat that wasn't even there and added, "I was only introducing the most beautiful four seasons on this planet. If you're not interested, you can make your own request."
"Request, sure." Heisenberg nodded. "How about giving me a bar? I like the atmosphere."
"OK, no problem. Which city do you like, New York?"
"New York." Heisenberg said. "Put it near the boundary between Queens and Hell's Kitchen."
"Uh, Mr. Heisenberg." Fury looked awkward. "Queens and Hell's Kitchen don't share a boundary, I…"
"So you're hoping I'll fold them together? Then they'll share a boundary!!!"
"No, no, no." Fury hurriedly said. "I'll assign people immediately. I believe at the latest tonight, you'll have the bar you want."
"But…" After making the promise, Fury's words began to waver.
He hesitated for a long moment, then seemed to make up his mind.
"But I have a request. Could you… alright, I'll say it directly."
"I hope we can do a physical test on you once, just basic strength and speed tests."
"If you allow it, you can also use our instruments to test any special abilities you might have. What do you think?"
When he finished, Fury was extremely tense, because Heisenberg's hand was still on his shoulder.
If Heisenberg got unhappy, the hands that could casually crush blast-proof glass would be coming down on him.
Fortunately, Heisenberg only frowned, then nodded decisively.
"Just one small physical test, right?" Heisenberg sneered. "Fine. Consider it our first deal."
"You get me a bar that satisfies me, and I'll show you part of my abilities, so you can think of ways to deal with me and restrain me."
"No, no, no." Fury explained lightly. "It's only to broaden our understanding."
"You're our friend. On Earth, only friends sit down like this to drink and chat."
"How could we have such dangerous thoughts toward a friend?"
"Heh." Heisenberg curled his lip in disdain. "Say whatever you want."
"My bar needs to be ready quickly. I want a bar on the top floor of a building, with a rooftop terrace. Remember that."
"Yes, yes, yes, of course it'll have a rooftop!" Fury nodded.
Right as he promised, Hill returned carrying drinks.
Fury and Heisenberg looked at her. One of their looks made Hill press her lips in displeasure.
"I don't know what you like, so I only brought bourbon," she said, rolling her eyes slightly.
Heisenberg took the tray from her, poured himself a glass of bourbon, then handed the remaining half-plus bottle straight to Fury.
He clinked his glass against Fury's big bottle.
"Cheers, friend!"
After that, Heisenberg drank it down in one go, then looked at Fury with interest.
Fury's face was so dark it looked like an expired braised egg.
Still, he raised the bottle.
"Cheers."
Then he forced himself to chug the remaining half-plus bottle of bourbon.
When Fury set down the empty bottle, his expression looked truly awful.
But he only shook his head, then asked softly, "Do you mind if we start the tests now?"
"Whatever."
"Good. Then come with me."
Fury spoke a lot less after that. His mood was probably terrible.
He got up to lead Heisenberg, with Hill following behind, not even looking at Heisenberg.
They reached the elevator, went down, left the Triskelion, and got into a shuttle cart.
The three passed through S.H.I.E.L.D.'s park area and arrived at the S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy under its jurisdiction.
Under the curious stares of many students, Heisenberg followed Fury into the academy building, then headed into the basement.
After turning left and right for a while, Heisenberg finally saw a training ground with enough space.
Even though it was underground, the training ground was exceptionally wide, about the size of 33 football fields.
As for the height, around 9 m9 m, enough for most people to move freely.
But at this moment, there was only one person inside.
A sturdy man in simple jeans and a white T-shirt.
When Heisenberg walked in, that lone trainee was violently attacking a punching bag.
Bang.
Bang bang bang.
Left and right straight punches, then a body hook, then a roundhouse kick, then a knee strike, then a follow-up takedown.
The poor freestanding bag was tossed around like a doll.
Heisenberg's group arriving did not affect the man at all.
Even when the three stood about 55 to 6 m6 m behind him, he didn't stop.
More than twenty seconds passed. After repeating the same sequence again, the man finally turned and nodded to Nick Fury.
"Punching bags these days are really high quality. Back in my time, if I ran one set, the bag would be completely ruined."
As he spoke, his eyes locked onto Heisenberg, who was smiling.
"Nick Fury, Agent Hill. Haven't seen you in a while. And this gentleman…"
He pointed at Heisenberg and asked, "How should I address you?"
"Heisenberg." Heisenberg extended his right hand.
The man reached out and shook it.
"Steve Rogers. Nice to meet you."
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