Injustice Starts with Marvel

In the nightclub, Heisenberg was drinking while listening to Bullseye's report.

"The Sixth Street Gang and the Rhino Gang are at war, and Brooklyn has been affected.

Because we are no longer involved in the drug business, the Red Riding Hood, Skeleton Gang, and Biker Gang are also fighting in the shape of shit in order to compete for the largest share of the drug trade.

Jin Bing's main force, that is, his team of thugs, I have basically calmed down and took it back for my own use.

People are dying almost every minute in Hell's Kitchen right now, so boss, let's do it! "

Ultimately, Bullseye is trying to make a difference.

To lay the foundation for his second boss in New York and the American underworld!

Looking at the bullseye, Heisenberg nodded happily.

"Do as you wish."

The younger brother under him has such a strong subjective initiative, so why would he stop him?

"Yes!"

Bullseye was instantly satisfied.

In the past three days, whenever he watched other small and medium-sized gangs continue to gain fame and interests, his heart was itchy like being scratched by a cat.

Now it's finally time to make a move!

Although the boss does not deal in drugs, there are too many other businesses on the street that can make money.

Smuggling alcohol, smuggling arms, doing loan business, collecting protection fees, and engaging in real estate business.

There are so many ways to make money, and I have to lead my men to make more income than when I work for gold!

But before that, I have to deal with a problem first.

That's the bloody street hero....

But for such a trivial matter, I don't need to talk to the boss for the time being.

Bullseye could tell that the boss had been particularly depressed these days, and he didn't want some gangsters in fancy clothes to affect his mood.

After Bullseye left, Heisenberg was bored drinking wine.

He seems to have a hard time getting drunk, the Kryptonian's cellular vitality is so high that it's hard for him to be affected by alcohol.

But wine, as long as you drink enough, you will eventually feel a little tipsy.

Heisenberg liked the feeling.

When being a Kryptonian becomes a habit, when the excitement of time travel dissipates.

Heisenberg hesitated.

He is homesick.

Although he will not let the longing for home dilute all his plans like a child.

But at the end of the day, he couldn't control the emptiness he felt inside.

A nightclub, this was one of his biggest dreams before crossing.

Anyone who understands understands that the largest clubhouse in a city never represents wealth, but a certain social status of the clubhouse owner in the city.

But what I once expected so much is now at my fingertips...

It seems that dreams have become cheap.

"boss!"

The voice of the operation assistant sounded beside him, and Heisenberg looked over boredly.

"The Mars Quest theme party has been arranged, but we need some heavyweight guests to attract enough high-class customers!"

Billy explained softly.

"The recent Hell's Kitchen is very messy, very messy. You... can't replace Jin Bing's authority in New York for the time being. Customers who have a good relationship with Jin Bing may not choose to patronize us, so we need new customers!"

"Well, I'll invite that guy Tony Stark!"

"This……!"

Billy was shocked by Heisenberg's words.

"Are you sure Tony Stark will be on the theme night?"

"Very sure, after all, if he doesn't come, I will personally tie him up!"

Heisenberg said confidently.

At this point, Billy nodded with a smile on his face.

"That's good. I will tilt the invitation letter of the theme night towards the capitalists. Can I use Tony Stark's reputation to promote it?"

"Can,

You can master it by yourself. "

Heisenberg sent Billy away, and then he wrote an invitation letter himself and sent it to Tony Stark.

After finishing the work, Heisenberg looked at his watch, it was now three twenty in the afternoon.

It is estimated that some ambitious woman is coming to harass him again.

—————

Three days ago, in S.H.I.E.L.D.

After Heisenberg took Barbara away, Agent Hill immediately sampled his own lips, retaining any possible Heisenberg saliva.

Kissed?

Ha ha.

Hill never minded those women, after all, female agents have always had lessons on using their bodies.

That's not dirty, because the body is everyone's birthright.

How to use one's own advantages and avoid one's own disadvantages is the ability that every wise person must master.

No, Hill got Heisenberg's precious saliva sample easily when he was emotionally chaotic shortly after Heisenberg's arrival on Earth.

And what she did was to reversely use Heisenberg with her eyes and body movements according to the characteristics of psychology.

But unfortunately, although she collected part of Heisenberg's saliva tissue.

But S.H.I.E.L.D. has nothing to do with these little saliva tissues!

They exhausted all their solutions, but they couldn't cut even a single cell of Heisenberg!

You know, in the DC universe, there are indeed many people who rely on Superman's body fluids to clone or conduct a series of research on Superman.

But in fact, those experiments were carried out on the basis of kryptonite.

Cloning does not mean taking a cell and cloning the same cell.

An indestructible cell that cannot be sampled at all, you can only cultivate this thing, you cannot clone it.

But cultivating Heisenberg's salivary tissue....

Hehe, Nick Fury is more inclined to get enough sex from Heisenberg.

Only those things have real cultivation value.

Therefore, in recent days, Heisenberg's nightclub has really become a concentration camp for so-called goddesses.

"Boss, there is a new dancer applying for the job, would you like to meet in person?"

Billy went back and forth, whispering to Heisenberg.

Heisenberg nodded, he knew who was here this time.

So, when the so-called dancer appeared beside Heisenberg's booth, Heisenberg greeted melancholy.

"Long time no see, Agent Hill."

"Hehe, I really don't want to see you very much."

Hill familiarly sat across from Heisenberg, picked up Heisenberg's cup and drank a couple of sips.

Seeing this, Heisenberg asked without raising his head.

"Our deal is done, so go away and walk away while I'm not bored."

"Yeah, your deal with S.H.I.E.L.D. is over, but the trouble you've caused me has just begun!"

Hill grumbled as he filled himself with a new bottle of wine.

After drinking the freshly poured wine again, Hill asked softly.

"You killed Jin Bin, recruited his men, and launched an ambitious attack on New York underground.

But this is too petty, your power will not be used to such a depraved level by you, right? "

"So, because I'm strong, should I attack the American military base?"

"No, no, of course it's not a military base, but... do you have any interest in more cooperation?"

"for example?"

Heisenberg asked without interest.

"For example, the universe, your ability can better explore the universe, and you will get more benefits!"

"Come on, even if they send you to my bed, I don't want to cooperate with you, I... I'm just a homeless exile, not to mention the universe, I'm already tired of it!"

Heisenberg smiled and rejected Hill's proposal,

Hill was not discouraged. She stood up helplessly and approached Heisenberg.

"You are depressed because of your hometown?"

"maybe."

It was rare for Hill to get to the point, so Heisenberg raised his glass and bumped one with her.

After the two finished drinking, Hill's cheeks began to flush.

Because she drank too fast, after a while, the third glass of whiskey was already down.

She held her chin with her hand and greeted Heisenberg softly.

"Home, I was born in Texas, it's not a nice place, at least I didn't like it at all.

My father was very violent and used to physically punish me and my brother.

A long time ago, I planned to curse him and send an irresponsible guy like him to hell.

But then I slowly discovered that his so-called beating and scolding didn't even cause us any real injuries.

And he cared for our mother even more.

When I got into S.H.I.E.L.D., I became an agent, a soldier.

I finally understood my dad as a veteran.

But I can't go home anymore, I... shouldn't let my identity become a trouble to the family.

Just take it as I'm complaining, anyway, maybe I can understand your feelings a little bit.

The reason is a little bit, because I am not the leader of my hometown, and I have not bid farewell to my hometown for more than 18,000 years.

Moreover, it is even less likely that I will be stranded on a planet that I have never been to.... "

"That's right, you won't understand me..."

Heisenberg nodded, no one knew what he was really missing.

This kind of missing will intensify in the days to come, but he knows very well that he will gradually adapt and gradually become numb.

So he knocked on the wine glass and said softly.

"For the sake of offending you, I will give you a reminder.

You can stuff your people into my nightclub, but you can only listen, you can only watch, don't cause trouble.

If you affect the excitement I want, they will die, and so will you.

go. "

"Oh, you still remember that.

I was inexplicably excited, after all, my fascination seemed to involve outer space.

But your behavior is too ungentlemanly, so pay attention in the future. "

"Haha, pay attention later, goodbye Hill!"

"Hmm, I will try my best to remove our people, but you have to understand, you..."

"I'm too unique, too powerful, too irritable, and feared by too many people, but that's not why you bother me, right?"

"Maybe, I'm leaving..."

Hill nodded, got up and left.

When she took about four steps, Heisenberg stopped her.

"You don't need to dress up as a dancer when you come to me in the future, just mention my name, it's your privilege."

"Hmm, should I say thank you, or should I say it's an honor?"

"Just make up for my rashness..."

After Heisenberg finished speaking, he sat back on the sofa in silence.

Hill also left slowly.

Sitting alone for a while, the voices of my parents kept echoing in my mind.

The more I think about it, the more lonely I feel.

Heisenberg simply left the nightclub and went to the rooftop to bask in the sun.

After basking in the sun, he suddenly felt a little tired.

What should I do in this damn Marvel universe?

At this moment, he really wished that his system would issue some mandatory tasks.

Although it seemed a little unfree, at least it would give him a goal.

But now, he can only rely on himself to find his own goals.

Before he crossed over, he was an ordinary person.

After crossing, he will be excited.

When the excitement passes, he will hesitate.

It will be aimless and will not find a sense of existence.

Just because he hasn't really integrated into his identity yet.

While basking in the sun, he kept strengthening his heart.

He had to get used to this feeling, to the endless loneliness he was doomed to endure in the future.

He is just a mortal, but he stands in the sky.

How much you gain is how much you lose.

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On the other end, after returning to S.H.I.E.L.D., Agent Hill reported to Nick Fury.

"Director, it is consistent with the judgment of the Psychology Specialist of the Staff Department. Heisenberg is clearly in confusion, but I still don't think we are qualified to use him."

"I don't intend to use him, I just need to make sure that he does have emotions similar to ours!"

"With emotions, there will be weaknesses, but his strength can obliterate nearly 99% of his weaknesses."

"That's one percent chance left, right..."