Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

The round white eyes on Spider-Man's hood blinked, looked down at the sledgehammer in his hand, and suddenly disappointed and swept away, and respected an indecent gift with confidence.

"understand!"

Banner felt a little change in the boy's mood, but failed to understand why. The loud noise of smashing the wall was overwhelming him, and he silently moved the decoration list a little outside.

According to the list of tasks given by the warden, he also needs to send someone to buy a bucket of paint to paint the wall in the living room.

But ... the prisoner cannot act privately, only he has done it.

The task of breaking the wall was given to Spider-Man. Although the young budding young superhero sounds young, his ability is quite outstanding, and Banner has also learned through the Internet and news.

This boy who professed to be a friendly neighbor in New York has always been the same as he was about himself. He is active in various neighborhoods in New York to fight crime, but he has now been arrested and imprisoned-it has been very strange that the media has not reported this .

Banner found the nearest convenience store on the map and decided to try his luck. After all, the house they repaired is located in a remote place. If you want to go to the city to buy two buckets of paint, it seems not very cost-effective.

Here is a gas station, on a road not far from a small town, it seems to be near a cemetery.

Banner opened the door of the convenience store.

The clerk raised his eyes and looked at him for half a second, then raised his chin back: "In the innermost."

A question mark appeared in Banner's mind.

He hasn't said that he wants to buy two buckets of paint, this clerk knows? Is it a hidden spiritual ability?

Banner couldn't help but looked at the clerk again. After the store clerk had re-immersed himself in the computer screen of the cash register, the mouse clicked crisply.

He had to give up his eye contact and turned to the deepest part of the convenience store. Sure enough, a few dusty paint buckets were found next to a pile of scattered tool kits and shovel, hidden in the bottom of the shelf.

Banner pulled it out from inside and carried it to the counter.

I don't know why, he felt hesitant to look at the paint bucket, and he gave him a careful look: "36 dollars a bucket, thank you."

Banner quickly settled the bill.

Only Spiderman and other prisoners were left in the house, as well as several guards whose behavior was always confusing. Although the boy has amazing abilities, he still feels that he should go back early, just in case.

As he was about to walk out of the convenience store, the clerk suddenly couldn't help but stop him: "What do you ... buy paint?"

Banner thought there was nothing to answer, and smiled gently: "Used to paint the wall."

The clerk frowned and thought hard. Just when Banner was full of doubts about to speak, he suddenly opened his eyebrows, revealing a look of surprise: "I understand."

Banner: "?" What did this strange clerk understand?

The clerk gave him a mysterious smile in a knowing manner: "Welcome to come next time."

Banner barely nodded and smiled at him, and turned and walked out of the convenience store door.

The clerk here is a bit weird, is it related to the nearby cemetery?

The clerk watched as Banner disappeared, and at the moment when the glass door closed again, he quickly opened a forum page with a simple background.

He thought about it and posted a new post on it.

[The scene of the suspected murder, the body was built into the wall (read details for $ 20)]

This price is not expensive, but often there will be FBI hooked-or this is a fair deal, there is nothing wrong with it, anyway, he is just a news seller who makes extra money on the dark web.

His main business is still running this convenience store-as well as fake IDs and fake licenses. By the way, he also established a long-term cooperative relationship with the machine repair shop two kilometers away. After all, he opened this small shop next to the prison, and it is conceivable that his customer base is also a bit unusual.

After clicking Send, the clerk closes the webpage and continues to wait for the arrival of the next customer.

At the same time, after Zhang Dianyu in the prison gave away his truck carrying the decoration team, he could only put his eyes back on his to-do list.

According to the child of the "bill", he must raise the prison rating in order to receive juvenile mutant offenders and receive additional subsidies from Congress. It ’s definitely not easy to think about it, unless they ca n’t use their superpowers here.

Zhang Dianyu didn't know if it was a good thing. After all, at this very moment, in his confinement room, there is a famous scene called Magneto, who likes to demolish a landmark building to speak for the rights of mutants if he doesn't agree.

He has a headache.

However, the coffin he ordered after returning to the prison has arrived, and the prisoners and guards who died in the prison will be buried near the prison.

That is to say-the coffin confinement room he had previously planned was ready and he was buried.

Why not put Magneto in the coffin first?

Since the bill says that this is a real world, he should be more cautious in his actions-for example, when super criminals are escorted in, they can be sent directly into the soil.

But there is no extra land in the prison at this time to build a cemetery-except on the opposite side.

The opposite side was originally a sparse forest. After the establishment of the secret mutant youth criminal correctional center, only a very small piece of land was used.

But in order to ensure that the word "secret" is not empty talk, Zhang Dianyu can only let the engineering team build a wall outside temporarily to isolate the cemetery from the correctional center.

The only disadvantage is that because the gate is open, you need to cross the graveyard in the middle of the woods before entering the correctional center.

But the problem is not big. Anyway, juvenile offenders will be kept inside, and contact with the outside world is forbidden-so they will not run around in the middle of the cemetery every day, disturbing the super criminals in confinement to rest.

Zhang Dianyu fully considered the needs of both parties and felt that he had done his best to improve the treatment of prisoners-after all, the bill said that this is the real world. No wonder Hannibal Lecter is always nagging that there is no window in his prison, which will cause psychological harm to the prisoners.

But no one can own a window before making money.

Zhang Dianyu sighed, watching the engineering team on the map quickly bury a coffin in the woods opposite, and set up tombstones on the top, paved with turf, and remembered the night he digs his grave.

If he had the speed to bury the coffin, he might not have to be busy there all night.

Zhang Dianyu looked for Mr. Fergus's location on the map.

The former warden, wearing a light blue prison uniform, had breakfast in the dining room, went for a walk in the courtyard, and then slowly walked back to the cell along the path. It was like a leisurely stroll in the park. Retired elderly.

Although he may really be.

As Mr. Vogels walked along the arsenal toward the office, this position gave Zhang Dianyu a sudden bad hunch for no reason.

There was no one on the quiet road, only a light blue figure moving slowly, with no bad signs.

But Zhang Dianyu still couldn't help but frowned slowly, picked up the extension phone, and prepared to mobilize several gun guards to patrol nearby.

"You are right," said a small voice in his ear, "Mr. Fergus is in danger."

"The bill?" Zhang Dianyu asked, "If it is you, you should know that Mr. Fergus is not a human being, nor a danger."

"But you just got a new ability and don't want to lose it immediately, do you?" Said the boy's voice. "Someone has begun to realize that you can observe the situation in the prison. They will avoid yours. Eye movement-when you leave prison, when you rest, take a shower, and eat, when your attention is not on the map. "

Zhang Dianyu felt unbelievable: "So you should tell me earlier?"

"I am the‘ bill ’.” The boy ’s voice was a little annoyed. “It ’s not‘ prison ’. I can only point you, not—”

"You mean those" tasks "that were added inexplicably." Zhang Dianyu interrupted him expressionlessly, "So, what are you usually busy doing? Infiltrate into the justice of the United States and let people send superheroes Come to prison? "

These broken things must have been done by this little rabbit.

"I'm exercising my duties and fulfilling my mission." The boy's voice answered very seriously.

Zhang Dianyu: "..." He would also say this fart.

"Mr. Fergus will not actively use his skills," the bill said. "If you exchange with him, you can use his skills against the enemy."

Zhang Dianyu thought for a while-this meant that he needed to actively enter within 10 meters of Mr. Fergus, expose both of his bodies to the eyes of the dangerous elements, and then imprison the criminal in order to use his skills.

It would be better to let Mr. Vogels get a shot or get a knife first. In short, there is a therapeutic needle in the prison anyway.

He was willing to spend $ 1,500 for Mr. Fergus' health.

Zhang Dianyu quickly picked up the phone and dialed the inside of the infirmary, and asked a doctor to take the treatment needle to the path outside the Vogels Armory and stand by.

While he was acting, the bill disappeared from his ears and never appeared again.

Zhang Dianyu had many things to ask, but Mr. Fergus on the map was still walking slowly, and was suddenly surrounded by two prisoners who were holding his knife from the corner and walking towards him. The two prisoners who came out stopped.

He decided to leave his question until the next time he asked the bill to solve Mr. Fergus's question first.

After all, Mr. Fergus was already a retired old man and still bald. These people suddenly committed murder against him, obviously not on impulse.

Their goal is of course Zhang Dianyu.

Zhang Dianyu, who had summoned half of the prison's gun guards and rushed to the office, sat on his couch expressionlessly, watching the wall that he had just built less than half a day was blown up again, and there was no fluctuation in his heart. .

He didn't want to rebuild this wall anymore, anyway it would collapse.

"Mr. Warden," said the voice of a man with a European accent, "but for the first time I have the opportunity to meet you."

Under the smoke, the man pointed at the muzzle of countless gun guards slowly took off his hat, revealing a dark red face that was scary to ordinary people. The flesh seemed to be eroded, only covered by a thin layer Beyond the bones.

The red skull showed a nearly cruel smile, which was in stark contrast to the European voice he reserved.

Zhang Dianyu thought about it for a while, and indeed, the red skull was stuffed into the confinement room as soon as he came in, and the two did not have a chance to meet.

But he didn't want to see much—normal people didn't want to see the face of the red skull.

"I'm not sorry, Mr. Schmidt." Zhang Dianyu answered lightly.

The red skull smiled: "Mr. Warden, I like people with your attitude, especially when they regret and beg for mercy-I heard that you have a teacher with deep feelings. Unfortunately, he is now in my hands. , Do you want him to survive? "

As expected, Mr. Fergus used to threaten him.

Zhang Dianyu glanced at the map. The bald old warden was twisted his arm and pressed on the floor of the gun arsenal, seeming to be in a coma.

"Of course, I hope, Mr. Schmidt." Zhang Dianyu sighed slightly, "but I don't think you should agree." He paused a little and continued, "So, can you leave the body for me?"

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