Captain America reported 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.
Unfortunately…
Heisenberg only nodded, and while still holding Captain America's right hand, he shook it up and down twice.
"Steve Rogers, right? Nice to meet you."
After that casual greeting, Heisenberg released his hand. The gesture made Captain America smile in relief.
When he first woke up, he had thought his name would be immortal, but now it seemed…
The "Captain America" title's shelf life hadn't even lasted seventy years.
But maybe that was for the best. After sleeping a full seventy years, perhaps he could finally find a life that truly belonged to him.
He had spent almost his entire first half of life serving his country. In fact, in the instant he made his final decision, he had intended to give his life back to the nation and the world that raised him.
But now the world was peaceful. Maybe Captain America really didn't need to appear anymore.
Thinking that, his expression grew calmer and calmer. In just five or six seconds, he almost looked as if he had aged seven or eight years.
There was a faint, quiet serenity about him.
"Alright, so we've met," Captain America said easily. "Why are you here looking for me? To introduce me to a new gym buddy?"
Nick Fury hurriedly shook his head.
"Of course not. Our friend here needs a relatively private training location."
"Huh?" Captain America paused, his gaze sweeping up and down Heisenberg. "Someone like me? Even training has to become some kind of classified matter?"
"Someone like you?" Fury went silent.
After a moment, he shook his head.
"With all due respect, Captain Rogers, the gap between you and our friend here is really quite large."
As he spoke, Fury tested the waters by patting Heisenberg's arm. Heisenberg didn't stop him.
With Fury cooperating, Heisenberg didn't mind a tiny bit of offense.
So Fury successfully patted Heisenberg's arm and said, "This underground training ground has basically every kind of equipment. You can show me what you can do here."
"No need to worry about leaking information. Everyone standing here is among the tightest-lipped people in S.H.I.E.L.D."
"Mhm. Then I'll just mess around a little," Heisenberg said, neither agreeing nor disagreeing, before walking over to the sandbag Captain America had been punching.
He took a stance like he was about to throw a punch, then turned his head to the three of them.
"I'm too lazy to hop around in front of you like a circus monkey, so I'll just show one punch."
Boom!
Heisenberg threw a punch in an instant.
Crack!
The fist tore the air apart, and an explosion that sounded like breaking the sound barrier echoed through the underground space.
Before the three of them could even finish being shocked, Heisenberg's fist had already landed on the sandbag.
The freestanding sandbag flew apart immediately. It didn't even travel half a meter before it shattered into countless chaotic specks of ash.
But the power of that punch obviously didn't stop there.
After pulverizing the sandbag, that terrifying force carried every thread of iron sand and dust inside it.
Like a sandstorm sweeping across grasslands, like a mudslide swallowing a village.
A raging airflow, mixed with debris, slammed arrogantly into the barbells behind it.
The barbells shattered too. Their fragments combined and completely destroyed the treadmills and cable machines farther back.
More and more equipment turned to dust in mere moments. The fragments kept expanding outward.
Even at a position more than twenty meters from Heisenberg, the training ground's floor and ceiling suffered damage that couldn't be repaired.
It was like a giant hand gently pushed into a still lake.
Or like God sprayed paint and produced a miracle.
The entire training ground looked like it was being battered by ripples that spread and spread.
Centered on Heisenberg, the destruction extended forward at roughly a thirteen-degree angle in the direction of his punch.
A full 1,7001,700 meters. No material had the right to remain unchanged.
Only after more than half a minute did the noise finally begin to die down.
The dust that had been kicked up took more than five minutes to gradually fall back to the ground.
With that single punch, Heisenberg had carved an actual canyon through the underground.
Silence.
A silence so deep it felt endless.
In the half of the training ground behind Heisenberg that had barely avoided damage, Hill couldn't control her legs at all. She collapsed to the ground.
Under Fury's eyepatch, a faint glow kept flickering. The mechanical eye he'd hidden for decades couldn't help activating, recording the soul-shaking scene from a moment ago.
As for Captain America…
He kept rubbing his head, because he felt like he was dreaming again.
Heisenberg looked at the three of them calmly. Even when he grew impatient, none of the three stepped forward to say anything.
So Heisenberg had to ask Fury himself.
"How did I do?"
Fury forced the words out. "Eye-opening."
"Good." Heisenberg nodded. "I was worried my little tricks would make you look down on me."
He glanced upward, toward the surface, then continued.
"All your buildings up there are blaring alarms. They probably think there was an earthquake."
"And my punch seems to have smashed the elevator to the surface. As compensation, I'll open you a temporary path."
As he spoke, Heisenberg walked more than ten steps in a direction away from the other three.
Under their baffled stares, he tilted his head up.
The moment he raised his head, Fury clearly saw Heisenberg's eyes bloom with dazzling red light.
The color looked similar to sunlight, yet somehow it felt like eternal demon fire from hell.
That intense red light, together with the sulfur smell Fury imagined in his head.
A beam shot out from Heisenberg's eyes and instantly pierced through 800800 meters of earth.
In the next instant, all of New York saw a crimson pillar of light shooting into the sky.
In the DC movie universe, General Zod could master heat vision after fighting Superman for only a dozen minutes.
Let alone Heisenberg, who had been sunbathing for hours.
Heisenberg didn't even need to shift his gaze. He just held the angle and maintained the heat vision.
After a dozen seconds, all rock and soil in a circle of about 50 cm50 cm around the heat vision melted into scorching magma.
That magma flowed down along the beam's angle and poured straight onto Heisenberg, burying him in it.
A smell of burning clothes immediately filled the air.
Once he felt the passage was wide enough, Heisenberg withdrew his heat vision with satisfaction.
Then he floated out of the pile of lava and flew over to the three of them completely naked.
Hill was so shocked she forgot to cover her eyes, but Heisenberg didn't mind exposing himself, he really didn't.
He smiled openly, then reached his right hand toward Captain America.
"Buddy, lend me a pair of pants. This look isn't suitable for flying up to the surface."
"Uh, sure!" Captain America decisively took off his jeans and handed them over.
But the instant the jeans touched Heisenberg's hand, they started burning rapidly.
His body was simply too hot right now.
Turning the pants into a fireball in his hand was awkward.
Only then did Heisenberg realize what was happening. He opened his mouth and gently exhaled onto his body.
Freeze breath washed over him with the airflow.
His scorching body gradually cooled. When that breath ended, even the three of them shivered slightly.
The ground around Heisenberg was also covered in thick frost.
Satisfied, Heisenberg nodded and turned to Fury, holding out his hand.
"I can't wear Rogers' pants anymore. Let me borrow yours."
…
The moment those words landed, Fury's old face nearly twisted into a black chrysanthemum.
Seeing how ugly Fury's expression was, Heisenberg shrugged helplessly.
"Or do you want me to wear Hill's pants?"
"Wait."
Under Heisenberg's urging, Fury finally started taking off his pants.
As for Hill, after quietly rolling her eyes, she moved a bit farther away from both Captain America and Fury.
About a minute later, Fury's 450 g450 g bulletproof black dress pants ended up on Heisenberg's legs.
After putting them on, Heisenberg shifted his hips uncomfortably.
"Sorry, it's a bit tight in the crotch," he explained.
Fury instinctively lowered his head.
Low damage, maximum humiliation.
Fortunately, Heisenberg didn't dig into why it was tight.
A moment later, he shot straight upward. With stones and grit spraying up again from underground, Heisenberg vanished completely.
…
Half an hour later, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s rescue personnel finally lowered ropes into the 800800-meter-deep underground.
They rappelled down at high speed and quickly rushed into the underground training ground.
Then…
Countless rescue team members closed 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 part was…
Why was Commander Hill there with the director and Captain America while they were doing whatever game they were doing?
Across from them, two men in white underwear stared at the rescue team with expressionless faces.
Only after two obedient agents took off their pants and handed them over did those sharp stares finally withdraw.
Fury grabbed the rope, letting the rescue personnel on the surface haul him upward.
As he rose, Fury's heart sank deeper and deeper.
The people assigned to rescue them were all his absolute, absolute subordinates.
And the ones who came down into the training ground were even more trusted, the trusted of the trusted, people who had personally participated in the Captain America excavation operation.
After all, Captain America's revival was still a secret for now.
And these trusted people…
Fury couldn't help but pinch his chin hard.
His image in front of his confidants was probably completely ruined.
…
Meanwhile, on the rooftop of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s New York Branch Triskelion building, the highest terrace of the entire building.
Heisenberg lay back on a couch, lazily sunbathing.
Not far from him, another couch had been placed there as well.
On that couch lay a blonde girl with a face like a Barbie doll. She looked at most sixteen.
She wriggled like a little bug for a moment, then cutely stretched both arms and yawned.
"Wow, I didn't expect sunbathing to actually feel this good!"
"Right?" Heisenberg replied, turning his head to look at the Barbie doll. "Told you I wasn't lying."
"You agents who run through wind and rain all day should sunbathe more when you can. There's nothing more enjoyable under the heavens than basking in the sun."
"Yeah, yeah." The Barbie doll asked naturally, "Especially you Kryptonians. Sunbathing doesn't just tan you, it also increases your strength, right?"
That caught Heisenberg off guard.
He hesitated for a moment, then asked, "That conclusion, did you guess it?"
"Hehe." The Barbie doll puffed her cheeks as she smiled, then reached into the big pocket on her hoodie and rummaged around.
A moment later, she tossed a comic book at Heisenberg.
Heisenberg caught it. He didn't even need to open it to understand.
On the cover, the huge SS emblem was crystal clear.
And the protagonist of that comic was naturally his descendant, the one called Kal-El.
Only then did Heisenberg finally remember.
In the DC universe, there was a Marvel Comics company, and Spider-Man comics.
And in the Marvel universe…
Of course there was also a DC company, and Superman comics.
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