Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

Zhang Dianyu slowly put out a question mark-if it were not for Stark or creditor's sake, he must have turned his face on the spot.

But he glanced at the total prison assets above the game panel and fell silent.

Although Stark spoke happily, he did not leave Mr. Fergus' body aside, but let him sit against the wall and wait for the guard to transport the body to the morgue.

Zhang Dianyu glanced at the hard-hearted moustache, remembering that the last time he broke through the wall, it was considered a jailbreak-a sudden burst of joy filled his heart, and he could not help blurting out: "Mr. Stark, are you still an escapee ?"

Stark glared over-did you listen to what it said?

"The Ministry of Justice has cancelled all arrest warrants about me," Stark said, holding his arms. "What do you think I have to go to the round hall several times recently?"

"Defend for your jailbreak?" Zhang Dianyu said casually, flipping through the to-do list on the game panel, and was surprised to find that the task completion degree really moved.

* Prison rating reaches 2 points

*Recover the prisoners who escaped from prison and hand them over to law enforcement

According to Stark, he was free to move outside the prison, but it was regarded as a few exchanges with the Ministry of Justice, and then he took the initiative to return to the prison-rounding off was also a task.

Stark looked even more angry: "Don't you watch TV, Mr. Warden?"

Zhang Dianyu thought about it, he really didn't.

Stark apparently doubled his anger when he saw his expression: "Then you must have no idea about the "Super Human Registration Act" that is currently being discussed?"

Zhang Dianyu slowly raised his head and restrained the expression on his face, so as not to make his reaction seem unusual-it seems that the bill was out of sight during this time, and he also declared that he was busy. It is also because of this?

"Yes." A voice appeared in his mind one by one.

"It's ridiculous," Zhang Dianyu said involuntarily. "Can you imagine letting General Ross and the idiot in the small third-rate office under the idle government department point fingers at these people?"

The bill seemed unable to answer for a moment, and then the boy's voice suddenly became indifferent: "I am your father, and there is no room for you to refute this matter."

"?" Zhang Dianyu: "You say it again?"

"Say what?"

There was a voice beside him, but it was an adult man's voice, not the fake boy voice of the bill.

Zhang Dianyu met Stark's gaze, the other party seemed a little surprised, and his anger did not know when it would dissipate.

Only then did he find out that his conversation with the bill was accidentally spoken.

"It's nothing," Zhang Dianyu said truthlessly, "my'father' was **** me in my head."

Anyway, he has discovered that as long as it involves this outrageous reality, he must have no one to believe it.

"I understand..." Stark replied.

Zhang Dianyu: "?"

"You mean Mr. Fergus?" Stark looked at him with a trace of sympathy.

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

Stark paused, bent over again and lifted Mr. Fergus's body towards the morgue. Zhang Dianyu followed behind silently, feeling that things were going wrong.

"Is Peter back?" But when he opened his mouth, he asked this sentence.

He remembered that the last thing that promised Peter was something to tell him. If Mr. Fergus's death would become Peter's burden, it would be too heavy for the boy.

Peter has always been an enthusiastic child, and no one can see that he is also carrying the death of his uncle Ben. Zhang Dianyu, who knows this, certainly can't bear to add to his psychological burden.

Stark slowly turned around and looked at Zhang Dianyu for a moment: "You know?"

"What do I know... do you mean Peter's identity?" Zhang Dianyu reacted. "Peter never told you?"

Stark looked annoyed.

"I thought that after Batman knew about this... it would be equal to you all knowing it." Zhang Dianyu recalled the day Peter "dropped", that is, the day he first "dead", which was taken by Batman The doctor came first. Unfortunately, after injecting the needle, he woke up and found himself a prisoner.

Stark looked even more annoyed: "Do you think Batman will share the information with me?" He raised his hand above his head, "Assuming this is the information held by Batman," he put his hand directly The height of the waist is compared, "This is the part that he will share with Zhenglian," then he raised his leg and compared it with the calf, "This is what he will share with other super-British organizations," Finally he put his foot down Crushed on the ground: "Did you see that this is what he will share with me."

Zhang Dianyu is silent, who knows that you four people in the British world can build eight groups.

But today Stark seems to have revealed too much information, which is a bit strange.

Zhang Dianyu glanced at him, as if he wanted to find clues from it, but the other party had already pulled off his visor-judging from his own voice, he was browsing the transmitted information.

"The tail-sweeping work is almost over-Peter and Hulk are on their way back. Yes, Hulk, I think it's very bad... wait," Stark's voice suddenly came, "I'm at the bottom I found a message that was... sent to me."

Zhang Dianyu: "?"

This pause is very spiritual, as if to say "I won't tell you if I have a secret".

Stark's faceguard opened, looking a little awkward.

"Can I be here... just wandering around?"

Zhang Dianyu: "..." This is as if the prison is a vegetable market. He looked back at several charred buildings and sighed slightly, "Please help yourself."

Anyway, Stark wanted to show everything on the map, and he was not interested in following.

As for whether to spy on the other party's secret-joking, of course.

No matter what these super heroes intend to do, he has to have a panoramic view anyway. This is his prison.

After Stark hurriedly left, Zhang Dianyu reopened the map and set it aside, and walked to the engineering team that was rebuilding bricks next to the arsenal.

He watched the workers with yellow helmets lay bricks next to them at an extremely fast and counter-intuitive way, and suddenly realized where his skills came from.

On the surface, it seems that he has upgraded a lot, and he can build entities outside the prison-but in fact this is not an upgraded version of the workers?

Zhang Dianyu was a little confused, not sure if this was an upgrade or a relegation.

But this is not a big problem. At least in the future, when he chases the prisoner, he can be said to be ten-ninth and stable—as long as the other party does not like to work in groups like the Hydra.

On the map, Pixel Stark hurriedly walked to the psychiatric area and stopped a paramedic by the way.

Zhang Dianyu looked at Strange, who was sitting in the cushioned confinement room where the guard of Joyce was held, and suddenly understood the reason.

It turned out that Lord Supreme Master was locked in the confinement room with his subjects from the beginning to the end of the incident, and no one could come to open the door for him.

You know, Joyce’s confinement room hasn’t had time to install toilets—although most confinement rooms have been “upgraded” to use their skills, the padded confinement room where mental illness is imprisoned is for less intelligent workers Something is difficult, Zhang Dianyu intends to put on Mr. Fergus's body to personally help.

After all, although the mortality rate of pixel workers is not high, there are occasional losses. Like the pixel guards, they also die one less. But since the bill claims that they were all created by him, there may be other ways to give him a chance to try.

All in all, the Supreme Master Magi just sat in the confinement room for several hours, with a pair of nerve-damaged hands, in a confinement room without a toilet, sitting opposite a manic, mentally orphaned man-still alive Too.

Zhang Dianyu couldn't help feeling a little admiration.

The Joyce guard on the map was wearing a **** and leaned against the wall like a mummy. This is mainly because the confinement room only has a 1x1 area. The bed cannot be put in, and it is impossible to sit in a restraint.

But what is surprising is that his current mental status bar seems to have dropped from orange to yellow, which means that his situation has improved.

Zhang Dianyu was a little curious about what happened in the unknown hours. ,,URL,: