One person could never be as efficient as a group!
When Heisenberg heard Barbara talking to Fisk on the rooftop of the Three-Winged Building, he already planned to eliminate Fisk.
Fisk's subordinates were a great foundation!
Think about it: Fisk, the Emperor of the American underworld, ruled New York's shadows, with 40% of U.S. crimes linked to him.
He'd held power for over a decade, and in the comics, he ruled for sixty years!
His subordinates, trained for over a decade, had underground rule ingrained in their bones.
Heisenberg could modify them slightly and take over most of America's underground network—an incredibly profitable deal.
So, Heisenberg nodded in satisfaction, patting the nervous Bullseye and telling the shocked Barbara,
"Listen carefully. He wanted to kill me, so I killed him. The stronger one stands, the weaker one lies down. Fair, right?"
He finished, patting Bullseye's shoulder again.
"After Fisk's death, his men will be in chaos for a while. Can you take over his empire?"
"I can't!"
"Hmm?"
Heisenberg was stunned. Bullseye's answer wasn't what he expected.
He thought that by recruiting Bullseye and giving him a chance to prove himself,
Bullseye would seize the opportunity and work hard to show his value!
Why say he couldn't?
He didn't consider that Fisk was the Emperor, while Bullseye was just a hitman.
Even with Fisk dead, those who once served Fisk wouldn't necessarily serve his killer!
Bullseye explained to Heisenberg,
"Fisk was brutal, ruthless, and unreasonable, but his underworld rules have governed America for over a decade.
People are used to Fisk's darkness, but they'll never accept me.
Even with Fisk dead, I can't make his other subordinates submit.
We were equals before, and I can't suppress or control them easily.
I'm sorry, BOSS. I want to prove my value, but without at least a year, I can't fulfill your order."
"Uh, okay, but I can't wait a year!"
Heisenberg said helplessly.
He had to admit, the headless fat man beside him was truly capable.
After a moment's thought, Heisenberg said,
"Alright, let's ignore Fisk's empire for now. Let them collapse on their own.
As for you, you won't be jobless. I'll have a nightclub soon.
Have you managed a nightclub? If not, give it a try. I'll find someone else to handle Fisk's mess!"
"Yes!"
Bullseye nodded eagerly, though he couldn't hide his disappointment.
He had high hopes for his new boss.
First, the boss seemed to have a mysterious connection to SHIELD.
Second, the boss's power was overwhelming. With such strength, he could achieve far more than Fisk.
Finally…
The boss's venture seemed just starting, and he might be the first subordinate—a huge opportunity!
How did he know Heisenberg was just starting?
Well…
Heisenberg was only wearing Nick Fury's pants, his bare chest resembling a homeless Vietnam vet.
And the Second Basha Nightclub was his first venture…
Wasn't this a startup?
Determined to seize the opportunity, Bullseye steeled himself, stepped forward, and solemnly volunteered to Heisenberg,
"BOSS, I can manage a nightclub, but my strength lies elsewhere.
Any manager from Wall Street could replace me.
But I'm confident my talent can eliminate most of your troubles. You're too great to deal with every small matter.
I want to take over Fisk's hitman team—they've been my subordinates for over a decade.
With my team, I can secure enough profits from Fisk's former territory for you!"
Bullseye's expression grew tense.
"Trust me, BOSS. Even if you have someone better suited to replace Fisk, my actions will only help, not hinder."
Thud!
Bullseye knelt, shouting at Heisenberg,
"Let me contribute to your venture, BOSS!"
As Bullseye finished, Heisenberg's heart raced with excitement.
This scene, this feeling—
something he could never experience in his previous life.
What drives a man?
Power, wealth, and the submission of others—only these touch a man's true pleasure.
Heisenberg, his itch scratched by Bullseye, suppressed his excitement and nodded slightly.
"Do as you said!"
He said.
"Face any difficulty without fear, because your BOSS is me, and I am Heisenberg."
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"Yes!"
Bullseye was instantly elated.
Suddenly, he found himself marveling at his former boss's corpse—how could it look so damn good?
This was his lucky break, swapping out the old boss for a new one who was steadier and far more formidable.
All of them were millennia-old monsters, playing games straight out of Strange Tales of a Studio.
After years of crawling through the underworld, Bullseye had been a mercenary, an assassin, a detective, and even a lawyer.
Sure, he'd shared nearly a decade of history with Kingpin, but for men like them…
The fact that Bullseye had dared to deliver the final blow to Heisenberg essentially summed up his entire relationship with Kingpin.
And now, right now!
No one was stopping Bullseye from stepping into a better life!
With that thought, Bullseye accepted his mission, turned, and headed for the door of the reception room.
But he'd barely taken half a step when Heisenberg called him back.
"Hey, hold on a second."
Heisenberg's face was filled with relief as he stopped Bullseye.
Look at these villains—so efficient, ready to work at the drop of a hat.
But he couldn't let Bullseye leave just yet.
Heisenberg gestured toward Kingpin's corpse as Bullseye turned back.
"Don't forget to clean up this mess—it's way too bloody!"
"Uh…"
Bullseye's face was pure exasperation. Too bloody?
Wasn't that your doing?
These bosses were all the same—hypocritical, insincere, masters of dishonesty.
So he bowed and scraped, replying respectfully,
"My fault entirely. I'll send someone to clean it up right away!"
"Good!"
Heisenberg was satisfied, while Bullseye quickly left the reception room and called his former underlings.
Heisenberg wasn't interested in the call's content, nor did he care if Bullseye was plotting against him.
If Bullseye really did bring someone to take him down, it'd just be a chance to clean house.
So after Bullseye left, Heisenberg walked straight over to Barbara.
Her expression was still wary, and she instinctively took half a step back as he approached.
But she quickly recovered—her job wasn't to repel Heisenberg with disgust or fear.
So after a moment's hesitation, she shivered lightly and whined,
"This is… so gross. Couldn't you have avoided making such a mess?"
"Haha, it's my first time, I'm inexperienced. I'll be gentler next time!"
Heisenberg chuckled, exchanging pleasantries with Barbara, though inside, he was smirking like a weasel.
As he smirked inwardly, he thought:
All these… fairies, Strange Tales…
Heh.
Adults understand what's what, but it's best to play dumb most of the time.
Heisenberg feigned ignorance of Barbara's—and SHIELD's—wariness, asking softly,
"Now that everything's settled, why not join me at my nightclub?
I'm clueless about running it, so I'll need your help."
"Of course!"
Barbara agreed readily, then added, seemingly resigned,
"After all, you're my top target. Even if you treat me like a nanny, I won't complain, right?"
"Hmm, is your car downstairs, or should I fly you back?"
"Fly?!?!"