Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

Until a complex voice appeared around him.

"……Is it fun?"

Zhang Dianyu paused with his hand about to fall on the brick, and fell into deep contemplation.

He had nothing to do. Listening to the meaning of this voice seemed as if he was doing something mentally retarded.

He couldn't help but look down at a concrete brick wall built up beside him. Although this matter is just a simple skill for him, as if building blocks, but the actual feedback wall is quite real.

Zhang Dianyu raised his hand and pushed, and found that it was easy for him to put up the wall, and it was beyond his ability to push it down-a little awkward.

But the simple movement of raising his hand seemed to touch the wound somewhat, and he couldn't help but frown slightly.

Stark in the armor hesitated for a moment through the brick wall surrounding Zhang Dianyu, but still raised his legs and straddled over, pressing back Zhang Dianyu who tried to pretend to stand up without any exception: "You are injured."

Zhang Dianyu's eyebrows moved-can I just push people?

"Don't move, let the AI ​​scan to make a preliminary diagnosis." Stark glanced at the captain who was fighting with the red skull, feeling that there was no need to help himself there.

Zhang Dianyu refused without thinking: "No, I need to go back to prison."

Regardless of the number of injuries, as long as a $ 1500 treatment needle can be restored, the diagnosis of the injury can be but is not necessary.

Stark stopped at Zhang Dianyu's chest, and slowly retracted it. The look under the opened faceplate was a little complicated. Zhang Dianyu looked at it carefully for a moment and came to the conclusion: "You haven't trimmed your delicate mustache for a long time."

It seems that the recent events did cause him a lot of trouble.

Stark: "..." He put the visor back in silence, thinking he should give up communication.

Zhang Dianyu doesn't understand very well. According to Stark's own explanation, the air filtration system in the battle armor is first-class. His face armor has been turned on and off. It must not be because of poor breathing inside, right?

But he had other ideas.

He glanced at Stark, then pointed at the two people fighting in the middle: "Are we watching next to it?"

"I have a ticket for the VIP private room. The location is on the second floor. My vision is good." Stark snapped his fingers. "Can I invite you to watch the battle together, my warden?"

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

He thought about it and decided to start from the beginning: "Mr. Stark, my teacher Mr. Fergus. He is dead, the one upstairs ..." He considered the wording slightly and shifted the position a little bit. , "In a transformation laboratory of Hydra."

Or can't it be said to die tragically in a toilet?

Stark was also a little silent: "I know."

"I want to see him."

Zhang Dianyu's tone was calm. Judging from the reactions of the captain and Stark, they all knew about Mr. Fergus, and the battlefield above was almost over.

In view of the fact that the last time he moved Sykostone's body to the bedroom caused a lot of misunderstandings, he felt that this time he still had to avoid this kind of thing.

At this time, the Hydra Base has not yet been completely occupied, and the subsequent battlefield cleanup work should not have begun, that is to say, Mr. Fergus' body should still be there. He can first transfer the title.

Stark didn't say anything, just reached out and hugged Zhang Dianyu's waist, and said briefly: "Hold me tight."

Zhang Dianyu's swear words didn't have time to blurt out, and he found that he was already flying upwards, watching the close to the closed metal roof, could not help closing his eyes.

But there was no painful touch.

He opened his eyes and the wind blew through his ears, and under his feet was a metal roof that slowly moved to both sides, showing an opening gesture.

"My AI has invaded the prevention system here, otherwise how do you think I found you?"

"The captain put on the Hydra uniform and followed the red skull?" Zhang Dianyu said.

"That's why I want to find someone in the intrusion prevention system?" Stark's voice sounded a little annoyed. "The captain will not hand over any teammate's name, but he will always hand over his mobile phone easily-this is 90 Is it an elderly person? "

Zhang Dianyu couldn't help but laugh out loud.

When he slowly landed again in a ruined laboratory, he realized that although he was flying fast on the way, he almost didn't touch the wound.

He could not help but glance at Stark, while the other stared silently at the corpse on the ground not far away.

Zhang Dianyu frowned slightly and walked to the most prominent one in the middle of the body.

Some of the Hydra that fell to the ground still have breathing. After all, Fergus's skills basically can't kill people. Even unarmed fighting with a 900% bonus may not cause death.

Only Fergus was dead, and under the fat body, the spreading blood pool solidified into a dark red piece on the ground, and it was sticky to step on.

Zhang Dianyu raised Fergus to sit up and saw that he was covered with large and small bullet holes on his body, and blood clots were condensed on the edge of the black cloth, which looked very miserable.

Stark stood still, looking at this direction from a distance without saying a word.

Zhang Dianyu was a little embarrassed. Was he going to kiss Mr. Fergus's cheek in front of Stark? This behavior was strange enough, not to mention a corpse that had been beaten into a sieve.

He was a bit embarrassed.

Zhang Dianyu turned back and stared at Stark—to be precise, to the shiny slits on his faceplate, and found that the other party hadn't moved.

He thought about the tired face that Stark had just revealed, and felt that he might have fallen asleep in the armor.

Whether it is right or not, Zhang Dianyu now has no other choice. He pulled out the neatly folded handkerchief from the pocket above the suit, but it was already crumpled.

Mr. Fergus's face was mixed with sweat and blood, and there was even doubtful water flowing to the ground, and he had to wipe the stains clean.

In the process, he also tried other ways, but the system prompts did not jump out, and the game panel did not respond.

Zhang Dianyu scolded the bill and this **** world in his heart, and then gently kissed Mr. Fergus' forehead.

The dialog box asking him whether to transfer the title of the character finally popped up again.

There is nothing to hesitate at this time. Of course, he named the four titles owned by Mr. Fergus-"explosion expert", "king of toilet", "user of restricted area" and "order manager".

As he guessed, Mr. Fergus' title was bound to his skills, and he inherited it.

Zhang Dianyu, who had the skill to sit next to him, suddenly had a lot of anger, and even had an urge to return to the red skull on the spot-until the severe pain from his chest stopped him.

He should go back to prison to deal with his injury first.

Then, arrange for the confinement room of the red skull's grave.

In the distance, Stark had already turned off the external speakers, and in the armor, he spoke to the AI ​​butler to record some of his speculations at this time.

"Is he really dead, Fergus? Scan me for his vital signs."

"Okay, sir, scan the subject's vital signs for the 21st time-confirm that the subject is dead."

"..." Stark was silent for a moment: "Although your tone of voice has not changed, I think you are mocking me."

"Thank you, sir."

Stark: "..."

"If you want to express your concern, you can directly ask Mr. Warden about it." The artificial intelligence housekeeper reminded, "Maybe he is in need of your help."

"No, he doesn't need-and I don't know what else I can help except money." Stark's tone was a little irritable, "but I'm not sure ... Mr. Warden is-now Only he survived? "

"And you, Dr. Banner and Captain America, and Spider-Man, and everyone, sir." Artificial intelligence replied.

"..." Stark: "I'm not talking about this! I mean Fergus!"

"Okay, sir, scan the subject's vital signs for the 22nd time-confirm that the subject is dead."

Stark: "..."

"Do you need the 23rd vital sign scan, sir?"

"I need to fill out a donation form from a state university!" Stark said angrily.

"The donation form has been transferred to the holographic window. After confirming the document, you can sign below."

Stark took a deep breath: "Shut up, turn off the **** form-are you very abnormal today, have you got a virus?"

"Start self-test-" Artificial intelligence can only answer.

Stark: "..."

"After the self-test, I did not get the virus, sir-as for your question just now, because the multiple hormone levels of your armor scans are increasing, it can be summarized as experiencing severe emotional fluctuations."

"This is what I said to you just now!" Stark said desperately. "Mr. Fergus cannot die so simply, he is the culprit of all this, and Mr. Warden is a puppet under his control ——Is there no video left by Stephen when you make a judgment on your hard disk? These are puzzling for me, I want to know why! I am confused! ”

"And sadness." Artificial intelligence said.

Stark was suddenly silent.

He looked at the warden not far away. The young man looked down at Fergus lying on his knees, pulled out his handkerchief, and wiped the stain on the old jail's face seriously.