In the next second, the subject's screams echoed through the laboratory, and his face swelled even more terrifyingly.

His body was propped up by an invisible force, the blood vessels on his body were tumbling like snakes, and the numerical surface of the instrument next to him was rising uncontrollably and dramatically, reaching an alarming level.

This terrible pressure caused the subject's facial muscles to twist constantly.

"Bang!"

With a bang, his head instantly exploded like a watermelon run over by a truck, blood and flesh splattered, and bones flew apart.

At the same time, the overhead ventilation fan activated, whirring and spinning, pumping the thick smell of blood out of the room.

"Clean up those things, and bring Two." Walter said calmly, raising his hand to push his glasses up slightly along the bridge of his nose.

This is not a surprise, as he has seen countless people die in a variety of ways over the past decade.

There are many guys who don't know where to go, and he's used to it.

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

Several cleaners in blue uniforms quickly walked into the lab, handing cleaning tools to carefully clean the blood stains and limb fragments on the floor.

The second Punishment Gang member's whimpering pleas were ignored by the experimenter who pushed him and carried to the center of the lab.

The stick 'looked' at what was in front of him, showing no anger or sadness at the experiments.

"Let's go, let's go somewhere else." After greeting Wald's head in the lab, White Night whispered to Matt.

I won't continue to study how many pieces a person's head can be blown up here, and it's better to leave professional things to professional people.

In the corridor, Bai Ye and Sticksu walked side by side, and the light emitted by the long strip of light illuminated the entire corridor brightly, even making people a little hot, but the two didn't seem to care, just walking.

"Doing human experiments and using doppelgangers as means of production is not a hero's doing."

The tone of the stick was a little fluttering, like a breeze, and then he suddenly changed his words and said:

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

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

Old Daredevil didn't continue, just sighed and shook his head.

In fact, in the past 43 years, there are still many living or emerging superheroes who have fought against those villains, but they have either died tragically under the gun, or they have been forced by the situation to finally have to lie dormant.

These dormant heroes can only wait while struggling to survive, waiting for those villains to grow old and become obsolete with the passage of time.

But aren't the heroes getting old?

Every time he thought about this, Matt couldn't help but sigh, feeling the continuous marks left by time on his body, and he felt like he was resurrected.

The thoughtful stick looked at the white night beside him, who had not said anything, and just as he was about to completely rot and meditate and meditate in the monastery all day long, waiting for death, this man suddenly jumped out of 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 White Night let 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 intention of coming, but I didn't expect to have an unexpected surprise.

"Listen to you, did you do it with us?"

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

After walking a little further down the hallway, we came to the prison gate inside the base, where several maintenance workers with guns were acting as guards.

When they saw Bai Ye appear, they hurriedly raised their hands, saluted crookedly, and behaved very restrained.

Bai Ye waved his hand and motioned for them to lower their arms, "Don't be so restrained, where is the mutant I captured today?" Take me to him. ”

His voice was gentle and forgiving, relieving the few maintenance workers who had temporarily become jailers.

They lowered their hands with a sigh of relief, and their expressions became more natural, and one of them stepped forward to lead the way, "This way, Mr. Bai." ”

The interior of the prison is cold and rigorous, with walls made of heavy reinforced concrete and exuding an icy metallic smell. The lights were dim, and the only few hissing incandescent lamps cast vague shadows on the walls.

Iron bars stand tall to separate the cells from the outside world.

In each cell, there was a rudimentary iron bed, covered with tattered sheets, which looked decadent and unbearable, and a rudimentary faucet beside the toilet in the corner, from which water droplets continued to drip and make a faint noise.

The interior of the cell looked exactly the same, and so did the people inside, with several Jamie resting on his bed with his face swollen and a restrainer around his neck.

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

The guard took Bai Ye and the stick to one of the cells, pulled out a heavy iron rod from his waist, and struck the iron bar of the cell fiercely.

"Get up for me! You mutant scum! After you die, you will sleep! ”

The guard roared loudly, his voice echoing through the narrow hallway.

The doppelgangers in the cell trembled when they heard the guard's roar and hurriedly got up from their beds, some with fear on their faces, others with angry looks.

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

The guard was still pounding on the iron railing, making a clanging sound, making no secret of his disgust for mutants, and when he felt that he was almost sobering the prisoners, he turned to the white night and gave a flattering smile:

"That.. Belch.. The mutants are all locked up here, and we've copied a couple of helmets out at your request after bringing them in. ”

As he spoke, he reached out and pointed to a wooden table at the end of the hallway, on which Magneto's helmets were neatly stacked in exactly the same number as the doppelgangers.

The physical fitness of the doppelganger is no different from that of a normal person, and it only takes four or five big men to hold him firmly from head to toe after the doppelganger is finished, and put on a limiter.

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