Several people returned to the aircraft, and Deadpool's head was carefully placed on the seat, and the canister was securely secured around it to prevent accidents during the flight.

The head with the black-and-red mask was in a jar, and its eyes glanced at its surroundings from time to time through the light shining from overhead.

After a few seconds, he finally couldn't bear the loneliness, and shouted to the two people in the front seat with a wink:

"Have you heard of that unemployed bomb expert?"

Deadpool's voice came from the jar, and he began to tell a story of dark humor, "His explosive career was really out of control, and in the end he had to go on the road of no return to 'blow himself up'." ”

"Why doesn't Spider-Man go online? Because he's afraid of being caught! ”

Clint, who was sitting in front, finally couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly, and sighed: "Wade, you've been in the jar for so long, your head is fine." Why was Spider-Man caught in the net? What's the joke about? ”

"Questions? Inexistent! I'm the man with a big brain and the last laugh! ”

Deadpool's head spins up and down in the jar, and laughter echoes through the craft cabin, sometimes high-pitched, sometimes muffled. His black-and-red mask swayed with his laughter.

The aircraft shuttled through the clouds, and White Night and Clint sat in the cabin, admiring the unpredictable sea of clouds during the flight through the porthole.

With a jolt, the aircraft gradually lowered its altitude and eventually stopped over a city. The city is brightly lit and densely packed with buildings looms in the night.

And on the city's tallest building, a busy scene is unfolding.

The hatch of the aircraft opened, and ground crews dressed in uniform clothes immediately rushed up. With instruments in hand and attentive faces, they busily began to inspect and maintain the aircraft. One of the staff members shouted:

"Welcome back, my lord, Mr. Clint! How was the mission going? ”

Bai Ye smiled and nodded: "The mission was successfully completed, and we also picked up this guy on the way. Deadpool. ”

The ground staff suddenly showed a hint of surprise when they heard this, after all, Deadpool is also a legend among superheroes, but they didn't expect them to see his head here.

Clint laughed and explained, "Yes, he had been hiding in a jar, and we stumbled upon him in the ruins. ”

The staff turned their heads to each other, discussing this unusual thing, who would have seen a head floating in a jar?

This is indeed an unusual experience for some people who have been dealing with aircraft and chores.

"Are you telling the truth? A head soaked in a jar? ”

A young technician asked, his eyes filled with excitement. As he spoke, he walked briskly towards the flying machine, trying to catch a glimpse of the legendary scene.

"Of course it's true, let's see for yourself." Clint smiled, taking the scene in stride. He understood that for ordinary people, this was indeed an unbelievable scenario.

The rest of the staff also started to speculate about why Deadpool was hiding in the jar, how he was discovered, and so on.

Some people mumble to themselves, and some people excitedly exchange various guesses. It's all an incredible puzzle, and Deadpool's head is the focus of their discussion.

In the midst of a cacophony, the hatch of the craft was opened, and Deadpool's head was carefully removed and placed in a transparent shield.

His head kept that mean expression all the time, and his eyes squeezed from time to time, interacting with the people around him.

"It's getting more and more interesting in this world," Deadpool said in the jar, his voice coming through the shield and attracting more attention.

A young ground staff member whispered to a colleague, "How do you think he moves?" Is it a robot? ”

Another staff member shrugged and smiled, "Who knows, superhero things have always been inscrutable." Maybe he was made like this by some kind of high-tech life-support device, or maybe it was a new type of biological experiment. ”

Clint cleared his throat and waved his hand to signal the crowd to disperse. The staff left one after another, leaving behind a relatively quiet venue. Clint and White Night walk together to a nearby elevator, the doors opening automatically as they approach.

The two walked into the elevator, and Clint pressed the button on the top floor. The elevator doors slowly closed and began to rise. In the cramped space, White Night stares at the reflection on the elevator wall and sees the reflection of himself and Clint.

Bai Ye was silent for a moment, and suddenly asked, "Do you need to inject the infinite formula?" In that case, you may be able to regain your youth and feel the vitality of life again. ”

Clint smiled indifferently when he heard this, and shook his head: "No need, White Night." This old bone should have died a long time ago. Everyone has their time, and I've seen so much and done so much. Now, I just want to live an ordinary life and live out my old age in peace. ”

In the middle of their conversation, Deadpool's head in the jar burst into laughter. His black-and-red visored head swirled in the liquid, looking through the transparent walls of the jar at White Night and Clint.

"Hey, old man, you're right!" Deadpool's voice was full of teasing and humor, and he seemed to resonate with Clint's words. "Life is so painful, who wants to toss those boring things?"

"And inject infinite formulas? I don't need to, I'm an invincible Deadpool, and the question of whether I'm old or not dead is not valid at all! ”

"Who asked you."

Bai Ye shook his head and sighed.

"Ding~"

A crisp prompt sounded, announcing the arrival of the elevator. The door slowly opened, and White Night and Clint stepped out of the elevator together and arrived at the familiar laboratory.

"Welcome back, both."

Standing at the front, Walter greeted with a smile, having been informed that there were some unusual elements involved in this mission.

Bai Ye nodded, motioning for them to continue working.

The jar containing Deadpool's head was carefully removed and placed on a specially designed test bench. The scientists gathered around, with different expressions, curious and excited.

"Is this the legendary Deadpool? I seem to have seen him on the list of superheroes. A lab director asked, his eyes staring curiously at Deadpool's head.

Clint nodded, "That's right, that's him." ”

"It's incredible."

The lab director sighed, his hand involuntarily trying to touch the transparent shield, but stopped in mid-air. Deadpool's head is in the jar, glancing cheaply at the people around him.

(End of chapter)