"Say my name."

Heisenberg muttered, staring you down in the middle of the Mexican desert as he tossed a bag of his pure methamphetamine down to your feet.

Walter was a smart and deadly man. Being able to cook up some of the purest goods in all of America, he surely had deep connections with cartels and many other underground criminal activity.

For his intelligence, he never had to fight for his life. Not anymore, at least. He had changed from a teacher to a drug kingpin.