Journey Through the Marvel Universe Starting from the Zombie Universe

The next second, the subject's screams echoed in the laboratory, and his face swelled even more horribly.

His body was stretched by an invisible force, and the blood vessels on his body rolled like snakes. The numbers on the instrument next to him indicated that his blood pressure was rising uncontrollably, reaching an alarming level.

This terrible pressure caused the subject's facial muscles to continuously distort.

"boom!"

There was a loud bang, and his head instantly exploded like a watermelon run over by a truck. Blood and flesh splattered everywhere, and bone fragments scattered.

At the same time, the ventilation fan above the head started and whirred, sucking the strong smell of blood out of the room.

"Clean up those things and bring No. 2 over." Walter said calmly, raising his hand to push up his glasses slightly along the bridge of his nose.

Several cleaners in blue uniforms quickly walked into the laboratory, holding cleaning tools to carefully clean up the blood stains and body fragments on the floor.

When they saw Bai Ye appear, they hurriedly raised their hands and gave a crooked salute, acting very restrained.

The guard roared loudly, his voice echoing in the narrow corridor.

"Well... uh... those mutants are all locked up here. After we brought them in, we copied a few helmets as you requested."

There is a simple iron bed in each cell. The bed is covered with shabby sheets, which looks decadent and unbearable. Next to the toilet in the corner, there is a simple faucet. Water drips from it, making a faint noise.

"Get up, all of you! You mutant scum! You guys will sleep there after you die!"

They sighed and put down their hands, and their expressions became more natural. One of them stepped forward to lead the way, "This way, Mr. Bai."

"Conducting human experiments and using clones as means of production is not what a hero would do."

His voice was gentle and tolerant, which made the maintenance workers temporarily turned jailers relax a lot.

These dormant heroes can only live hard while waiting, waiting for the villains to grow old and become useless as time passes.

"And I'm glad you're not."

Gunsou 'looked' at everything in front of him without showing any anger or sadness about these experiments.

And for the sake of science and the world, I believe those little gangsters will feel honored.

There is mutant growth hormone in Baron Zemo's warehouse, so the corresponding mutant limiter is naturally indispensable.

The clones in the cell shivered when they heard the guards' roars, and quickly got up from the bed. Some had fear on their faces, while others had angry looks on their faces.

As he spoke, he pointed to a wooden table at the end of the corridor. On the table were neatly stacked the same number of Magneto helmets as the clones.

"Come on, I'm going to grow hairy after sitting in the Himalayas all day." Gunsou shrugged when he heard Bai Ye's question, as if he was talking about a trivial matter.

Gunsou, who was thinking a lot, looked at Bai Ye who said nothing next to him. Just when he was planning to give up completely and meditate all day long in the monastery waiting to die, this man suddenly jumped out from the crack in the stone.

There are many people who are worse than this and don't know where to go. He has long been used to it.

In fact, in the past forty-three years, there are still many living or emerging superheroes fighting against those villains, but they either died tragically directly from the gun, or were forced by the situation to go into hibernation.

He also sent someone to contact him, saying that he was going to do something big.

After walking some more in the corridor, we came to the prison door inside the base, where several maintenance workers with guns were acting as guards.

The old Daredevil did not continue speaking, but sighed and shook his head.

I won’t continue to study how many pieces a person’s head can explode into here. It’s better to leave professional matters to professionals.

The whimpering and pleading of the second member of the Punishment Gang was ignored by the experimenter who pushed him and was brought to the center of the laboratory.

Gunsou's tone was a little light, like a breeze, and then he suddenly changed the subject:

This result was not unexpected. In the past ten years, he had seen countless people die in various ways under that small injection of serum.

The furnishings inside the cell looked exactly the same, and so did the people inside. Several Jamies with swollen faces and restraints around their necks were lying on the bed to rest.

The guard led Bai Ye and Gunsou to one of the cells, pulled out a heavy iron rod from his waist, and knocked hard on the iron railing of the cell.

"Let's go, let's go somewhere else." After nodding to Walter in the laboratory, Bai Ye said softly to Matt.

"From what you said, did you do it with us?"

But aren’t the heroes getting older?

Every time he thought about this, Matt couldn't help but sigh, feeling the marks that time kept leaving on his body, and he felt like his shoulders were coming back to life.

In the corridor, Bai Ye and Gunsou were walking side by side. The light from the long lamps illuminated the entire corridor brightly and even made people feel a little hot. However, the two of them didn't seem to care and just walked.

"Superheroes are often bound by ideals and creeds, and the world's problems are often more complex than they imagine. They may be able to defeat monsters or villains and save a few innocent passers-by."

Bai Ye waved his hand and motioned for them to lower their arms, "You don't have to be so formal. Where is the mutant I captured today? Take me to see him."

Iron bars stood tall, separating the cells from the outside world.

Bai Ye and Gunsou stood aside, their eyes calm and indifferent, they didn't speak, they just quietly observed the scene in front of them.

The interior of the prison looks cold and rigorous. The walls are made of thick reinforced concrete and exude a cold metallic atmosphere. The lighting was dim, the few hissing incandescent lamps casting vague shadows on the walls.

The guard was still banging on the iron bars hard, making a clanging sound, making no secret of his disgust for mutants. When he felt that the prisoners were almost awake, he turned to Bai Ye and showed a flattering smile:

To be honest, he was actually a little disappointed when he saw Byakuya letting the Punisher kill Magneto, because it was no different from his former self.

After that, I followed him to the X Weapon Factory with the thought of coming back, but I didn't expect an unexpected surprise.

The physical quality of the cloned person is the same as that of a normal person. It only takes four or five big men to hold the cloned person firmly from head to toe and wear a restraint.

Bai Ye walked to the table and gently touched one of the helmets. Its texture and texture were no different from the one on his head.