Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

Zhang Dianyu paused, opened his mouth slightly, and closed again.

"why?"

He remembered that for the bill, he was just one of many "samples". The bill will worry about his safety only because he is now the only "useable" sample.

The bill looked serious: "This is indeed difficult to answer, and I am also seeking answers to the questions."

Zhang Dianyu: "?"

The touch that he had brewed was finally gone with the speech of the bill.

But since he could not steal clothes, he gave up the idea and directly ordered the bill: "Help me to see the route well, I need to leave from the dead end of monitoring."

"Aren't you going to dress up?" the bill asked, tilting his head.

"?" Zhang Dianyu rolled his eyes: "You said I can't take the cleaner's uniform, how do I change it?"

"This is the psychiatric area of ​​the hospital," the bill looked at him and said, "you can take off your clothes, which is more conducive to the environment."

There are more question marks on Zhang Dianyu's face.

He raised his hand and directly clamped the bill under his arm. After thinking about taking off his coat and covering the bill's head, he tied a circle around his neck with a tie.

"I think," the voice of the bill passed through the cloth, and it seemed a little vague. "If you do this, even if I point out all the monitoring dead spots for you, you will be found."

Zhang Dianyu looked at the big brown dumplings tied with his red tie and fell into a deep thought.

He could only unravel the bill, and then warned him: "It is not allowed to attract the attention of others on the road, otherwise I will tear the ticket."

The bill looked at him silently.

"Okay, it's a little cold." Zhang Dianyu shrugged. "All in all, let's try it."

Although he felt that even with the guarantee of the bill, it would be magical for him to get out of the hospital under the supervision of Iron Man.

But this is how the magic happens.

Zhang Dianyu safely arrived at the thrift store outside the hospital, and bought a new casual outfit from inside. Then the bill told him that he could buy an old car in the store.

He couldn't help but slowly put out a question mark.

"This is a thrift store," Zhang Dianyu stood behind a row of shelves, trying his best to be patient. "But there is no old car in the thrift store."

"Uh, sir?" The clerk seemed to hear his lowered voice and leaned his head out.

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

He smiled stiffly and rubbed the head of the dark-haired boy next to him vigorously: "Amazing you. This child is... over there." He gestured the direction of the hospital's psychiatry.

The clerk scratched her head: "But if you want to buy an old car, I think it's not impossible."

Zhang Dianyu: "?"

The bill looked up at him.

Zhang Dianyu smiled and pressed the boy's head down. The bill raised his head stubbornly and pulled Zhang Dianyu's clothing corner, looking like he had something to say. Zhang Dianyu could only smile a bit sorry to the clerk, squatted down, let the bill close to his ears.

"If you pay by credit card, Stark will receive the message soon."

Zhang Dianyu looked at the bill: "Then you...?"

"But it only takes tens of minutes to go home from here. When he finds the clerk here, we have arrived." The bill looks quite confident. "I think I should tell you."

Zhang Dianyu: "..." What else can he do, he has already used a credit card to buy clothes.

The clerk grinned and suddenly asked, "Sir, if your suit is no longer needed, I can recycle it here-can you ask which master is it from?"

Zhang Dianyu's eyes lit up, but the bill rushed in front of him and answered seriously: "No, he doesn't sell."

Thinking of the row of suits in the cabinet with the same standard, Zhang Dianyu glared at the bill. But the boy's expression was firm, and he couldn't grab the clothes in front of the clerk.

The clerk did not continue to ask questions in this regard, but picked up the phone and made a call, then wrote an address on the post-it and handed it to Zhang Dianyu.

"This is an old man's shop that sells used cars."

Zhang Dianyu thanked him and took the address and went out. The location above didn't look too far. If he is lucky, he can indeed reach his destination without attracting Stark's attention.

But this position always feels a bit familiar.

It was not until Zhang Dianyu, with the help of the bill, took more than ten minutes to reach the address on the post-it note that he couldn't help but fall into silence.

This is a convenience store near the cemetery he used to go to. He also bought a shovel here to dig the grave of Sykostone.

Zhang Dianyu glared at the bill and met the boy's innocent blue eyes.

If Stark discovered his whereabouts at this time, I am afraid that he would dig Secostone's tomb again-this is not appropriate, he just eluted the suspicion of mental illness.

But until now, he had to do it daringly, otherwise he would not be able to rush back to prison in time.

Zhang Dianyu pushed open the door of the convenience store.

The clerk's memory seemed to be very good. After seeing him, he froze a little, then nodded to him with a smile.

Zhang Dianyu did not walk to the shelf, but walked directly to the clerk, and hesitantly asked: "I heard that old cars are sold here?"

The clerk's eyes lit up.

"Are you the recommended guest? Yes, this shop does sell used cars."

Zhang Dianyu's head raised several question marks.

He suspected that he had been pitted by the bill. Maybe he had called an uber to go to prison long ago-of course it was more likely to be found directly by Stark.

But buy an old car? is it possible? Isn't he going to go through the license procedures? Stark may be waiting at the door when these are done?

The clerk looked at his expression.

"Oh, I still remember you." His smile looked a little secret, "You are back to do things again?"

Zhang Dianyu: "?"

"Don't worry, the old cars in my hands are fully equipped with documents." The clerk gave a slight meal. "If you need to re-apply for the documents, you have to increase the price."

Zhang Dianyu: "???

The bill pulled his clothes. Zhang Dianyu reacted and said with a straight face: "I need to be on the road now."

The clerk nodded happily.

He took Zhang Dianyu to a car repair shop in the back and finalized the deal face to face, which only took ten minutes in total. Fake license plates are still retractable and can be changed temporarily.

Zhang Dianyu was suspicious of life when he was on the road. He looked at the bill sitting in the co-pilot and asked inconceivably: "Isn't this a crime?"

"This is an improper law enforcement method that cannot be used as evidence, but you can report it to the police." The bill turned away and said seriously, "In this way, part of the jailbreak industrial chain beside the prison is also eliminated, which can be regarded as a win-win situation. ."

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

Although the act of the bill was confusing, it actually helped him a little. If the jailbreak rate can be reduced, it is a good thing.

But-"Wait," Zhang Dianyu was silent for a moment, "Has the jailbreak become an industrial chain?"

"No." The bill shook his head. "Only in your prison."

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

"And when Stark finds the clerk, and then let the artificial intelligence search the car from the satellite map, you are already in prison." The bill said.

Zhang Dianyu was speechless. He was operating the warden car intently, hoping not to get out of control in a car accident-otherwise things would be really messed up.

However, at this moment, the office door was knocked again.

Banner opened the door: "Miss Rita, this is the address of the plot to be developed into a prison and the surrounding environment report. You can take a look first."

Zhang Dianyu was driving remotely intently, and he raised his head and asked in surprise, "What address?" Shouldn't the new land he bought just be next to the prison?

According to the experience of the "game", the prison can continue to expand by buying the surrounding land, then in theory the new land should be right next to it.

Banner looked at Rita indefinitely and put the file in her hand on the desk.

"It's part of the Devil's Island in San Francisco Bay. I read the contents of the document, and it seems to mainly include a prisoner's dormitory and surrounding facilities." He paused and added, "But they are all in disrepair. ."

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

Demon Island is a name that often appears in movies and movies, thanks to its eerie prison legend. It used to be a prison for detainees, until it was abolished due to financial problems, and now it has become a famous tourist attraction.

"Wait, what does'part' mean?" Zhang Dianyu sharply grasped the point.

"It means that other parts will still be open to the outside world, and the ticket price will be cut in half." Banner replied.

"...?" Zhang Dianyu slowly put out a question mark: "What are you talking about? While holding the fierce criminals on the other side, and opening to the outside for tourists to visit? What if something goes wrong?"

Banner said in silence: "According to the contract, you need to pay three times the compensation, one for the family members, one for repairing the facility, and one for the compensation paid to the federal government."

Zhang Dianyu: "?"

This is fishing law enforcement.

Banner seemed to feel very wrong too: "Miss Rita, although this matter has been approved by Mr. Warden, it seems that you should think about it again-when Mr. Warden returns, maybe you can invite Mr. Stark And Mr. Wayne, they came to help make some reference? They have some ideas for the establishment of public facilities for criminals in their cities, and may make some suggestions."

Zhang Dianyu refused without thinking: "No, but the Warden will return soon."

Banner was puzzled: "How do you know?"

"Oh, I received a call from the warden." Zhang Dianyu was nonchalant. "He was very worried about the construction of the prison outside, so he ended his vacation early, and it is estimated that he will be back within half an hour."

In fact, he can arrive in less than half an hour.

Before Banner left, Zhang Dianyu called him again: "According to the anonymous report, there may be a den of the jailbreaking industrial chain nearby. You can report this to the local police with this address."

He copied the address above to a post-it and handed it to Banner.

Twenty minutes later, when the warden's second-hand broken car finally stabilized when the local parked at the gate of the prison, Stark and the police arrived at the convenience store he had been to at the same time.

Neil Arnold, the manager and sole clerk of the convenience store, raised his hands under the dual pressure of the palm and the muzzle.

"...Is this fishing law enforcement?"