Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

Stark slammed the door open, and the two people looked at each other.

Zhang Dianyu felt bad.

He was so focused on how to die that he even forgot to open the map so that he didn't find Stark coming.

The bill looked at Stark who rushed in, turned his face and looked at Zhang Dianyu: "You better avoid it."

Zhang Dianyu didn't realize the deep meaning in the bill's discourse, but gave him a fierce glance: "You already knew he was here?"

Before the bill was answered, Stark interrupted: "How could he know? He is just a boy!"

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

He could not answer, and the consequences were obvious-"I am mentally ill".

Faced with the silence of Mr. Warden, Stark closed his eyes slightly and stretched out his right hand.

The next second, Zhang Dianyu understood why the bill made him avoid it—the golden-red armor pierced the wall that had just been built for less than a day and covered Stark's body in the falling lime.

"..." Stark: "Sorry, I will adjust the sensor this time."

Zhang Dianyu: "..." This wall in his office is really fateful.

But after all, a wall didn't cost much, and Zhang Dianyu looked at Stark coldly, without saying much.

"Mr. Warden, I don't think I'm going to ask for your permission anymore. You must go with me for psychological counseling." Stark pulled the bill over behind him, watching Zhang Dianyu, the cold metal faceplate slowly Closed, the light from the eyes seemed to be without emotion.

Zhang Dianyu: "I refuse."

"I won't leave you alone to commit suicide here!" Stark replied, "Do you think that if you let me take this boy away, will I let you die here?"

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

He couldn't answer this, and he really wanted to commit suicide.

Who knows that killing yourself can be stopped.

"So," Zhang Dianyu lifted his chin slightly, and wanted to refuse coldly. But thinking of the strength gap between the enemy and the enemy, he decided to be gentle and deal with the urgent matter first-"I need to leave after an interview."

Stark sounded puzzled: "Interview?"

Zhang Dianyu thought about it, anyway, the matter of acting as the warden could not be concealed sooner or later, it would be better to say directly: "Yes, I plan to hire an acting warden, in my..." He thought about it and decided to follow Tucker went down and said, "--I will handle prison affairs for me during my recuperation."

Stark was stunned for a moment, and didn't seem to expect that he would cooperate so.

Zhang Dianyu sat back on the couch, raised his wrist and looked at the time on his watch. At this time there is more than an hour before the ten o'clock interview time, which is the breakfast time of the prisoners. It won't take long for Lekert to deliver the meal.

It is better to push yourself a mentally ill pot to the ogre, saying that he has put on hallucinogens in the meal-Zhang Dianyu looked at the map cranky.

"**!"

There was a curse in his ear, Zhang Dianyu raised his eyes and saw Stark holding a **** hand, the cactus next to it was green and dripping, and the thick spines carried a trace of fresh blood.

"Why is this pot of cactus still here!" Stark said incredulously.

"But the point is," Zhang Dianyu said, "Why do you still get him?"

Doesn’t it mean that you should not fall twice in the same place?

Stark: "..."

This matter was elaborated because of the Warden Mr.-not long ago, when they were in the detention cell, the Warden specially named the question of where the armor was sitting on the chair as a support, so he decided Take off the armor and sit on the sofa.

Who knows that this long-lost cactus is still there.

Zhang Dianyu smiled slightly and pulled out the handkerchief from the pocket of his suit jacket to the sofa.

Stark frowned and raised his bleeding hand. Zhang Dianyu walked straight past him and carefully wiped the blood on the cactus thorns.

"It's just an ordinary plant," Zhang Dianyu said, "it shouldn't be tarnished."

Stark raised his hand in dumbfounded.

Zhang Dianyu stared at him for a while, walked back to his desk, and pulled out a roll of bandage from the drawer-just like before, he didn't know why this thing was in his drawer, anyway, the stuff inside could be stuffed Unexpectedly more.

He threw the bandage to Stark: "Wrap it up." Then he paused, adding: "The floor just let the prisoners drag by last night."

Stark: "..."

When Lecter and Warren guard walked into the office, Stark was sullenly pushing the door to xs63 Stark, and the two people looked at each other.

Zhang Dianyu felt bad.

He was so focused on how to die that he even forgot to open the map so that he didn't find Stark coming.

The bill looked at Stark who rushed in, turned his face and looked at Zhang Dianyu: "You better avoid it."

Zhang Dianyu didn't realize the deep meaning in the bill's discourse, but gave him a fierce glance: "You already knew he was here?"

Before the bill was answered, Stark interrupted: "How could he know? He is just a boy!"

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

He could not answer, and the consequences were obvious-"I am mentally ill".

Faced with the silence of Mr. Warden, Stark closed his eyes slightly and stretched out his right hand.

The next second, Zhang Dianyu understood why the bill made him avoid it—the golden-red armor pierced the wall that had just been built for less than a day, and covered Stark's body in the falling lime.

"..." Stark: "Sorry, I will adjust the sensor this time."

Zhang Dianyu: "..." This wall in his office is really fateful.

But after all, a wall didn't cost much, and Zhang Dianyu looked at Stark coldly, without saying much.

"Mr. Warden, I don't think I'm going to ask for your permission anymore. You must go with me for psychological counseling." Stark pulled the bill over behind him, watching Zhang Dianyu, the cold metal faceplate slowly Closed, the light from the eyes seemed to be without emotion.

Zhang Dianyu: "I refuse."

"I won't leave you alone to commit suicide here!" Stark replied, "Do you think that if you let me take this boy away, will I let you die here?"

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

He couldn't answer this, and he really wanted to commit suicide.

Who knows that killing yourself can be stopped.

"So," Zhang Dianyu lifted his chin slightly, and wanted to refuse coldly. But thinking of the strength gap between the enemy and the enemy, he decided to be gentle and deal with the urgent matter first-"I need to leave after an interview."

Stark sounded puzzled: "Interview?"

Zhang Dianyu thought about it, anyway, the matter of acting as the warden could not be concealed sooner or later, it would be better to say directly: "Yes, I plan to hire an acting warden, in my..." He thought about it and decided to follow Tucker went down and said, "--I will handle prison affairs for me during my recuperation."

Stark was stunned for a moment, and didn't seem to expect that he would cooperate so.

Zhang Dianyu sat back on the couch, raised his wrist and looked at the time on his watch. At this time there is more than an hour before the ten o'clock interview time, which is the breakfast time of the prisoners. It won't take long for Lekert to deliver the meal.

It is better to push yourself a mentally ill pot to the ogre, saying that he has put on hallucinogens in the meal-Zhang Dianyu looked at the map cranky.

"**!"

There was a curse in his ear, Zhang Dianyu raised his eyes and saw Stark holding a **** hand, the cactus next to it was green and dripping, and the thick spines carried a trace of fresh blood.

"Why is this pot of cactus still here!" Stark said incredulously.

"But the point is," Zhang Dianyu said, "Why do you still get him?"

Doesn’t it mean that you should not fall twice in the same place?

Stark: "..."

This matter was elaborated because of the Warden Mr.-not long ago, when they were in the detention cell, the Warden specially named the question of where the armor was sitting on the chair as a support, so he decided Take off the armor and sit on the sofa.

Who knows that this long-lost cactus is still there.

Zhang Dianyu smiled slightly and pulled out the handkerchief from the pocket of his suit jacket to the sofa.

Stark frowned and raised his bleeding hand. Zhang Dianyu walked straight past him and carefully wiped the blood on the cactus thorns.

"It's just an ordinary plant," Zhang Dianyu said, "it shouldn't be tarnished."

Stark raised his hand in dumbfounded.

Zhang Dianyu stared at him for a while, walked back to his desk, and pulled out a roll of bandage from the drawer-just like before, he didn't know why this thing was in his drawer, anyway, the stuff inside could be stuffed Unexpectedly more.

He threw the bandage to Stark: "Wrap it up." Then he paused, adding: "The floor just let the prisoners drag by last night."

Stark: "..."

Stark was sullenly approaching when Lecter and Warren guards entered the office

The point is," Zhang Dianyu said, "Why do you still get caught by him? "

Doesn’t it mean that you should not fall twice in the same place?

Stark: "..."

This matter was elaborated because of the Warden Mr.-not long ago, when they were in the detention cell, the Warden specially named the question of where the armor was sitting on the chair as a support, so he decided Take off the armor and sit on the sofa.

Who knows that this long-lost cactus is still there.

Zhang Dianyu smiled slightly and pulled out the handkerchief from the pocket of his suit jacket to the sofa.

Stark frowned and raised his bleeding hand. Zhang Dianyu walked straight past him and carefully wiped the blood on the cactus thorns.

"It's just an ordinary plant," Zhang Dianyu said, "it shouldn't be tarnished."

Stark raised his hand in dumbfounded.

Zhang Dianyu stared at him for a while, walked back to his desk, and pulled out a roll of bandage from the drawer-just like before, he didn't know why this thing was in his drawer, anyway, the stuff inside could be stuffed Unexpectedly more.

He threw the bandage to Stark: "Wrap it up." Then he paused, adding: "The floor just let the prisoners drag by last night."

Stark: "..."

Stark was bandaging bandages on his wrists sullenly as Leckert and Warren guards entered the office. A hint of surprise flashed on Hannibal Lecter's indifferent face, and asked in a light tone: "If I can, I have to be curious-Mr. Warden attacked you, Mr. Stark."

Stark glanced at him and opened his mouth again: "No, it's a cactus."

"I'm willing to believe." Lekert smiled. "But Mr. Stark, Cactus will not take the initiative to hurt people."

Stark: "..." It will seem a little mentally retarded to continue to explain, but this is the case.

Zhang Dianyu sat on his sofa and watched the confrontation with great interest.

Guard Warren put his breakfast on the desk, and then returned to Lekert. The light green gardener costume is still wearing in his guard uniform, and Zhang Dianyu can see a piece of exposed suspenders from under the turned corner.

He frowned slightly, and suddenly said: "Guard Warren, I think you can stop planting trees from tonight."

Starting today, those mutant children and the rebel leader conspirator Magneto lived opposite, and Wallen was not suitable to appear there at this time.

Especially to go to the middle of the night to plant trees-this allows someone who has been delusional to see what they think.

The Warren guard did not respond strongly, just raised his head and stared at Zhang Dianyu. It took more time than before to answer: "Yes, Mr. Warden."

Zhang Dianyu nodded.

Laket still looked at Stark's bandaged hands and suddenly said, "Mr. Stark, if you are willing to talk to Dr. Strange, you may hear a guard think you have been The illusion that the plant is seriously stabbed."

Zhang Dianyu raised his head with some vigilance: "You can leave, Lecter-In addition, everyone in the prison knows that it is not fantasy, that is a real cactus."

If it were not for fear that the cactus would be removed and become a murder weapon, he would like to let Laket go up and try this pot of cactus now, and the result must be very pleasant.

Lecter smiled and gave Stark a meaningful look: "Mr. Warden makes sense."

Stark paused slightly, frowning involuntarily.

Lecter did not answer, and after taking his leave, he took the Warren guard out of the office.

When the two walked side by side in the empty corridor, he suddenly said: "In addition to planting trees, you can also learn cooking with me, is this bad?"

Valen nodded mechanically, a blank expression appeared on his expressionless face.

In the office, long after Lecter left, Zhang Dianyu ate his French egg roll boringly, and suddenly heard Stark say: "So, is that really a pot of cactus?"

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

This hasn't asked Lekert for psychological counseling yet. Stark began to suspect that he saw a cactus that was so big and so green.

He didn't intend to answer. He wiped the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief expressionlessly. When he saw Stark's frightened eyes, he felt that something was wrong-this was the handkerchief that had just wiped the cactus, not his napkin.

Zhang Dianyu looked at the dots of blood above and fell into contemplation.

It is estimated that his illness is unclear.

Zhang Dianyu dropped his handkerchief, decided to watch the nose and nose, and turned his attention to the map.

The key point of xs63 is," Zhang Dianyu said, "Why do you still get stuck by him? "

Doesn’t it mean that you should not fall twice in the same place?

Stark: "..."

This matter was elaborated because of the Warden Mr.-not long ago, when they were in the detention cell, the Warden specially named the question of where the armor was sitting on the chair as a support, so he decided Take off the armor and sit on the sofa.

Who knows that this long-lost cactus is still there.

Zhang Dianyu smiled slightly and pulled out the handkerchief from the pocket of his suit jacket to the sofa.

Stark frowned and raised his bleeding hand. Zhang Dianyu walked straight past him and carefully wiped the blood on the cactus thorns.

"It's just an ordinary plant," Zhang Dianyu said, "it shouldn't be tarnished."

Stark raised his hand in dumbfounded.

Zhang Dianyu stared at him for a while, walked back to his desk, and pulled out a roll of bandage from the drawer-just like before, he didn't know why this thing was in his drawer, anyway, the stuff inside could be stuffed Unexpectedly more.

He threw the bandage to Stark: "Wrap it up." Then he paused, adding: "The floor just let the prisoners drag by last night."

Stark: "..."

Stark was bandaging bandages on his wrists sullenly as Leckert and Warren guards entered the office. A hint of surprise flashed on Hannibal Lecter's indifferent face, and asked in a light tone: "If I can, I have to be curious-Mr. Warden attacked you, Mr. Stark."

Stark glanced at him and opened his mouth again: "No, it's a cactus."

"I'm willing to believe." Lekert smiled. "But Mr. Stark, Cactus will not take the initiative to hurt people."

Stark: "..." It will seem a little mentally retarded to continue to explain, but this is the case.

Zhang Dianyu sat on his sofa and watched the confrontation with great interest.

Guard Warren put his breakfast on the desk, and then returned to Lekert. The light green gardener costume is still wearing in his guard uniform, and Zhang Dianyu can see a piece of exposed overalls from under the turned corner.

He frowned slightly, and suddenly said: "Guard Warren, I think you can stop planting trees from tonight."

From today on, those mutant children and rebel leader conspirator Magneto lived opposite, and Wallen was not suitable to appear there at this time.

Especially going to plant trees in the middle of the night-it shows someone who is suffering from delusion to see what they think.

The Warren guard did not respond strongly, just raised his head and stared at Zhang Dianyu. It took more time than before to answer: "Yes, Mr. Warden."

Zhang Dianyu nodded.

Laket still looked at Stark's bandaged hands and suddenly said, "Mr. Stark, if you are willing to talk to Dr. Strange, you may hear a guard think you have been The illusion that the plant is seriously stabbed."

Zhang Dianyu raised his head with some vigilance: "You can leave, Lecter-In addition, everyone in the prison knows that it is not fantasy, that is a real cactus."

If it were not for fear that the cactus would be removed and become a murder weapon, he would like to let Laket go up and try this pot of cactus now, and the result must be very pleasant.

Lecter smiled and gave Stark a meaningful look: "Mr. Warden makes sense."

Stark paused slightly, frowning involuntarily.

Lecter did not answer, and after taking his leave, he took the Warren guard out of the office.

When the two walked side by side in the empty corridor, he suddenly said: "In addition to planting trees, you can also learn cooking with me, is this bad?"

Valen nodded mechanically, a blank expression appeared on his expressionless face.

In the office, long after Lecter left, Zhang Dianyu ate his French egg roll boringly, and suddenly heard Stark say: "So, is that really a pot of cactus?"

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

This hasn't asked Lekert for psychological counseling yet. Stark began to suspect that he saw a cactus that was so big and so green.

He didn't intend to answer. He wiped the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief expressionlessly. When he saw Stark's frightened eyes, he felt that something was wrong-this was the handkerchief that had just wiped the cactus, not his napkin.

Zhang Dianyu looked at the dots of blood above and fell into contemplation.

It is estimated that his illness is unclear.

Zhang Dianyu dropped his handkerchief, decided to watch the nose and nose, and turned his attention to the map.

Potted cactus, the result must be pleasant to hear.

Lecter smiled and gave Stark a meaningful look: "Mr. Warden makes sense."

Stark paused slightly, frowning involuntarily.

Lecter did not answer, and after taking his leave, he took the Warren guard out of the office.

When the two walked side by side in the empty corridor, he suddenly said: "In addition to planting trees, you can also learn cooking with me, is this bad?"

Valen nodded mechanically, a blank expression appeared on his expressionless face.

In the office, long after Lecter left, Zhang Dianyu ate his French egg roll boringly, and suddenly heard Stark say: "So, is that really a pot of cactus?"

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

This hasn't asked Lekert for psychological counseling yet. Stark began to suspect that he saw a cactus that was so big and so green.

He didn't intend to answer. He wiped the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief expressionlessly. When he saw Stark's frightened eyes, he felt that something was wrong-this was the handkerchief that had just wiped the cactus, not his napkin.

Zhang Dianyu looked at the dots of blood above and fell into contemplation.

It is estimated that his illness is unclear.

Zhang Dianyu dropped his handkerchief, decided to watch the nose and nose, and turned his attention to the map.

Last night, after the children of the mutants imprisoned by Hydra gradually woke up, they were successively taken by the guards to the gate of the opposite lot, and they stood tremblingly in the night breeze. The guard tower in the distance is looming under the dark blue sky, and the snipers who are monitoring the road and the ground can be vaguely observed above.

They dare not move.

Until the last prisoner was also taken to the door, he finally saw the children of an adult dressed as a prisoner excited, and there was a rustling speech in the middle.

Someone summoned the courage to say, "Sir--"

"Quiet!" Magneto interrupted him mercilessly, "Come in with me."

The child who had previously made a noise quickly muttered, and the scene was suddenly silent. Magneto glanced at the warning tower from afar, a glance of contempt slipped in his eyes, and he took the lead to enter the prison gate.

There is a small white building standing in the middle of the sparse forest, it seems that it can't live a few people at all. In the distance, a figure digging a hole can be seen vaguely, digging silently with a **** and a spade, without making a sound.

Seeing this and this scene, the recalcitrant mutants and teenagers all shuddered and joined together in silence.

Until Magneto could not bear it: "All stay away from me-keep the distance!"

Surprisingly, when they walked into that small building, they found that it was really a dormitory-although it was indeed a little crowded, but everything was available, even showers and desks, and a small enough to no longer Small library.

After cautiously tentatively finding out that he was not against it, the children rushed to the bed with cheers and occupied a space of their own.

Magneto stared indifferently at the suddenly cheerful atmosphere with no expression on his face.

This night passed by.

Zhang Dianyu also peeped at the map from time to time to ensure that no large-scale incidents would occur on the first day.

But the dormitory of the Discipline Center was exceptionally quiet this night. Even the mutant children did not talk too much and soon fell asleep.

Zhang Dianyu checked their status one by one-surprisingly, their satisfaction was much higher than that of the prisoners, and their needs were mostly blank.

He was in deep thought, should these children make Hydra silly?

But he was busy with his "how to die" problem, and he didn't have much time to tangle these for the time being.

It wasn't until this morning, after Stark's visit and Lekert's misleading inducement, that he finally got a little time to reopen the map in his free time waiting for the interviewee to arrive, and check the opposite correctional center.

An angry bubble omelette is blowing on Magneto's head. The xs63 pot cactus, the result must be pleasant to see.

Lecter smiled and gave Stark a meaningful look: "Mr. Warden makes sense."

Stark paused slightly, frowning involuntarily.

Lecter did not answer, and after taking his leave, he took the Warren guard out of the office.

When the two walked side by side in the empty corridor, he suddenly said: "In addition to planting trees, you can also learn cooking with me, is this bad?"

Valen nodded mechanically, a blank expression appeared on his expressionless face.

In the office, long after Lecter left, Zhang Dianyu ate his French egg roll boringly, and suddenly heard Stark say: "So, is that really a pot of cactus?"

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

This hasn't asked Lekert for psychological counseling yet. Stark began to suspect that he saw a cactus that was so big and so green.

He didn't intend to answer. He wiped the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief expressionlessly. When he saw Stark's frightened eyes, he felt that something was wrong-this was the handkerchief that had just wiped the cactus, not his napkin.

Zhang Dianyu looked at the dots of blood above and fell into contemplation.

It is estimated that his illness is unclear.

Zhang Dianyu dropped his handkerchief, decided to watch the nose and nose, and turned his attention to the map.

Last night, after the children of the mutants imprisoned by Hydra gradually woke up, they were successively taken by the guards to the gate of the opposite lot, and they stood tremblingly in the night breeze. The guard tower in the distance is looming under the dark blue sky, and the snipers who are monitoring the road and the ground can be vaguely observed above.

They dare not move.

Until the last prisoner was also taken to the door, he finally saw the children of an adult dressed as a prisoner excited, and there was a rustling speech in the middle.

Someone summoned the courage to say, "Sir--"

"Quiet!" Magneto interrupted him mercilessly, "Come in with me."

The child who had previously made a noise quickly muttered, and the scene was suddenly silent. Magneto glanced at the warning tower from afar, a glance of contempt slipped in his eyes, and he took the lead to enter the prison gate.

There is a small white building standing in the middle of the sparse forest, it seems that it can't live a few people at all. In the distance, a figure digging a hole can be seen vaguely, digging silently with a **** and a spade, without making a sound.

Seeing this and this scene, the recalcitrant mutants and teenagers all shuddered and joined together in silence.

Until Magneto could not bear it: "All stay away from me-keep the distance!"

Surprisingly, when they walked into that small building, they found that it was really a dormitory-although it was indeed a little crowded, but everything was available, even showers and desks, and a small enough to no longer Small library.

After cautiously tentatively finding out that he was not against it, the children rushed to the bed with cheers and occupied a space of their own.

Magneto stared indifferently at the suddenly cheerful atmosphere with no expression on his face.

This night passed by.

Zhang Dianyu also peeped at the map from time to time to ensure that no large-scale incidents would occur on the first day.

But the dormitory of the Discipline Center was exceptionally quiet this night. Even the mutant children did not talk too much and soon fell asleep.

Zhang Dianyu checked their status one by one-surprisingly, their satisfaction was much higher than that of the prisoners, and their needs were mostly blank.

He was in deep thought, should these children make Hydra silly?

But he was busy with his "how to die" problem, and he didn't have much time to tangle these for the time being.

It wasn't until this morning, after Stark's visit and Lekert's misleading inducement, that he finally got a little time to reopen the map in his free time waiting for the interviewee to arrive, and check the opposite correctional center.

An angry bubble omelette is blowing on Magneto's head.