A Journey of American Comics Starting from the Zombie Universe

Chapter 357 Return

Several people returned to the aircraft. Deadpool's head was carefully placed on the seat, and the canister was firmly fixed around it to avoid any accident during the flight.

The head wearing a black and red mask was in the jar, and its eyes glanced at the surrounding environment from time to time through the light shining from the top of its head.

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

"Have you heard about the unemployed bomb expert?"

Deadpool's voice came from the jar, and he began to tell a darkly humorous story, "His explosive career was really out of control, and in the end he had to embark on the path of 'self-destruction'."

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

Clint, who was sitting in front, finally couldn't help but shook his head and smiled bitterly, and sighed: "Wade, you have been in the jar for so long, your brain is okay. By the way, why is Spider-Man caught in the web? What's the point of this joke? ?”

"Problem? It doesn't exist! I am a man with a bright mind and the last laugh!"

Deadpool's head rotated up and down in the jar, and his laughter echoed in the cabin of the aircraft, sometimes high and sometimes low. His black and red mask swayed with his laughter.

The aircraft shuttled through the clouds. Bai Ye and Clint sat in the cabin, admiring the unpredictable sea of ​​clouds during the flight through the portholes.

The staff members were whispering among themselves and discussing this unusual thing. Who among the serious people would have seen a head floating in a jar?

The jar containing Deadpool's head was carefully taken away and placed on a specially designed examination table. The scientists gathered around with different expressions, including curiosity and excitement.

With a tremor, the aircraft gradually lowered its altitude and finally stopped over a city. The city lights are bright, and the dense buildings are looming in the night.

"Who asked you?"

Clint cleared his throat and waved the crowd around him to disperse. The staff left one after another, leaving a relatively quiet place. Clint and Bai Ye walked towards the nearby elevator together, and the elevator doors opened automatically as they approached.

During the conversation between the two, Deadpool's head in the jar suddenly burst into laughter. His head wearing a black and red mask rotated in the liquid, looking at Bai Ye and Clint through the transparent wall of the jar.

A young ground crew member whispered to a colleague: "How do you think he moves? Is he a robot?"

Clint smiled and explained: "Yes, he had been hiding in a jar, and we accidentally discovered him in the ruins."

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

a young technician asked, eyes bright with excitement. As he spoke, he walked quickly towards the aircraft, trying to catch a glimpse of this legendary scene.

Some people were mumbling to themselves, while others were excitedly exchanging various guesses. All this seems to be an incredible mystery, and Deadpool's head has become the focus of their discussion.

Another staff member shrugged and said with a smile: "Who knows, superheroes have always been mysterious. Maybe he was made like this by some high-tech life support device, or maybe he is a new type of creature. Experimental product.”

Other staff also joined in the heated discussion and began to speculate on why Deadpool was hiding in the jar, how he was discovered, and other issues.

"Of course it's true, go and see for yourself." Clint smiled, appearing very calm about this scene. He understood that for ordinary people, this was indeed an incredible scene.

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

The two entered the elevator and Clint pressed the button for the top floor. The elevator doors slowly closed and began to rise. In the narrow space, Bai Ye stared at the reflection on the elevator wall and saw the reflections of himself and Clint.

The ground crew suddenly showed a hint of surprise when they heard this. After all, Deadpool is considered a legend among superheroes. They didn't expect that they would see his head here.

And on the tallest building in the city, a busy scene was going on.

A crisp beep sounded, announcing the arrival of the elevator. The door slowly opened, and Bai Ye and Clint stepped out of the elevator together and arrived at the familiar laboratory.

"Welcome back, sir, Mr. Clint! How was the mission?"

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

"Welcome back, you two."

Walter, who was standing at the front, smiled and said hello. They had been notified before and knew that this mission involved some unusual elements.

Bai Ye shook his head and sighed.

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

"Ding~"

Bai Ye nodded, indicating that they could continue working.

The aircraft's cabin door opened, and ground crew members wearing uniforms rushed up from the surrounding area. They held instruments and looked attentive as they busily began to inspect and maintain the aircraft. One of the staff members shouted:

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

<divclass="contentadv"> "This world is getting more and more interesting," Deadpool said with his head in the jar, and his voice came out through the protective shield, attracting more people's attention.

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

Amidst the noise, the aircraft's hatch was opened, and Deadpool's head was carefully taken out and placed in a transparent protective cover.

"And injecting an infinite formula? I don't need it. I'm the invincible Deadpool. The question of immortality doesn't exist at all!"

Clint smiled lightly when he heard this and shook his head: "No need, Bai Ye. This old bone should have died a long time ago. Everyone has their time. I have witnessed too much and done too much. Now, I just want to live an ordinary life and spend my remaining years peacefully.”

"Is this the legendary Deadpool? I seem to have seen him on the list of superheroes." A laboratory director asked, his eyes couldn't help but stare at Deadpool's head curiously.

Clint nodded, "Yes, that's him."

"It's incredible."

The laboratory director sighed. His hand involuntarily wanted to touch the transparent protective cover, but it stopped in mid-air. Deadpool's head was in the jar, glancing meanly at the people around him.