A Journey of American Comics Starting from the Zombie Universe

Chapter 84 The Failed Experiment
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.

And this terrible pressure caused the experimental subject's facial muscles to twist continuously.

"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. [-] over." Walter said calmly, raising his hand to push up his glasses slightly along the bridge of his nose.

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.

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

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

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

The whimpering and pleading of No. 2 Punishment Gang member was ignored by the experimenter who pushed him and was brought to the center of the laboratory.

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

"Let's go, let's go look elsewhere." After nodding to Walter in the laboratory, Bai Ye whispered to Matt.

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

In fact, in the past 43 years, there are still many living or emerging superheroes fighting against those villains, but they either died tragically under the gun, or they had to go dormant because of the situation.

These dormant heroes can only wait while living hard, waiting for the villains to grow old and useless as time goes by.

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.

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.

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

To be honest, he was a little disappointed when he saw Bai Ye let the punisher kill Magneto, because it was no different from himself.

After that, I followed him to the X weapon factory with the intention of coming here, but unexpectedly, there was a surprise.

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

"Come on, I'm going to grow hair all day long in the Himalayas." Hearing Bai Ye's question, the old man shrugged his shoulders, as if he was talking about a trivial matter.

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.

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

Bai Ye waved his hand, signaling them to lower their arms, "Don't be so cautious, where is the mutant I caught today? Take me to see him."

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

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."

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.

Iron railings stand tall, separating the cell from the outside world.

Each cell has a simple iron bed covered with worn sheets, which looks decadent and unbearable. Next to the toilet in the corner, there is a simple faucet from which water drips continuously, making a faint noise.

The interior of the cell looked exactly the same, and so did the people inside. Jamies with swollen faces and restrictors around their necks were resting on the bed.

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

The guard brought Bai Ye and the stick man to one of the cells, pulled out a heavy iron rod from his waist, and slammed on the iron bars of the cell.

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

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

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.

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

The guard was still banging hard on the iron railing, making clanking noises, and made no secret of his distaste for the mutants. When he felt that the prisoners were almost awake, he turned around and showed a flattering smile to Bai Ye:

"Well... uh... those mutants are all locked up here. After we brought them in, we made several copies of the helmets as you requested."

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.

The physical fitness of the avatar is no different from that of a normal person. It only takes four or five big men to hold down the avatar from head to toe firmly and put on a limiter.

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.

(End of this chapter)