Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

In order to prevent Strange from being fainted by Stark who was running the train with his mouth full, Stark took the initiative to clarify the ins and outs of the matter.

Zhang Dianyu closed her mouth tightly and stood beside her chest in a defensive manner.

In fact, he was really afraid that he would accidentally interject, but instead said "I am mentally ill"-thinking of this, he greeted the bill in his heart.

Just as Stark opened his head, Zhang Dianyu's phone suddenly began to vibrate.

He took a look and found that the caller number was Peter.

Zhang Dianyu held the phone in thought for a while, said hello to several people in the room, turned on the green employees and walked outside, and then pressed the answer button.

"Peter?"

"Mr. Warden!" The person on the other end of the phone spoke very quickly, sounding urgent and with a hint of excitement.

Zhang Dianyu couldn't help smiling, but his voice sounded unmoved: "Didn't I say not to call me right away?"

Peter hesitated a little: "So... I called you a day later?"

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

He paused for a while, then suddenly said to the phone: "I'm sorry, Peter."

Peter's voice sounded flustered: "No, no, Mr. Warden... I didn't mean to-- uh, I mean, I didn't blame you, but I was very happy because..."

Because Mr. Fergus was not dead.

Zhang Dianyu was silent for a moment: "Don't tell anyone about this."

"Yes, Mr. Warden." Peter immediately agreed. "Can't Dr. Strange also work?"

"..." Zhang Dianyu: "He will know right away."

"What about Chief Fury?" Peter asked again.

Zhang Dianyu: "Absolutely not."

"Dr. Banner, he cares about you too."

Zhang Dianyu: "Do you ask another try?"

"Goodbye, Mr. Warden, I will call you tomorrow." Peter immediately changed his words.

Zhang Dianyu took a deep breath, wanted to refuse, but finally failed to say "Don't call me again".

After the phone was hung up, Zhang Dianyu returned to the bedroom and found that Stark had already talked about the matter. He glanced at his watch suspiciously—even if Peter had a few words of missed nonsense, the time had only passed for less than five minutes.

Zhang Dianyu looked at the few people in the room-perhaps the communication between smart people was so fast.

Stark glanced at Mr. Warden who was back in the room. The dark-haired youth had a rare smile on his lips, which made him look quite different from the past. Even if he didn't ask the artificial intelligence butler, he obviously already knew who had just called.

Strange glanced at the two of them, and frowned slightly: "I need an empty room for..."

"—Surgery." Stark said.

Strange looked at Stark with a mentally retarded look, and said word by word: "——Perform the magic ritual."

Stark: "..."

Zhang Dianyu also slowly glanced at him with a mentally retarded look.

Stark: "...?" He knew that the Supreme Mage was really honest except for his wallet.

According to Strange's request, the venue cannot be selected in the prison. As we all know, all unnatural abilities are forbidden here.

So they chose the location on Alcatraz Island.

After all, in Zhang Dianyu's vision, Devil Island is also a place that will be used to detain super criminals in the future, and it is just right to enter the so-called "sandbox" from here.

And the place next to the prison is Stark's place, which makes the two people have no objection.

Zhang Dianyu thought for a while, and the Shark King just recently agreed to be the underwater guard of Devil Island, so he could just drive him over to get familiar with the environment.

Of course, Zhang Dianyu didn't worry that he would run away—after all, there would be only one criminal there. As far as Zhang Dianyu knew, Stark had already placed his own armor around when he took over Devil Island, while monitoring and intercepting criminals.

It's just that due to the poor environment of Alcatraz Island, it has not been put into use.

In fact, Stark has long known the appearance of Devil Island, and he even thought about buying it here-but the federal government was unwilling to give up such a famous attraction, but he did not expect to fall into the warden's Hands.

At that time, he was even a little worried. Depending on how stupid the warden was, would this prison that had been abandoned in the 1960s be used directly to hold prisoners-then wouldn't it be a water park for criminals? Just leave if you want.

In order to prevent the prisoners from breaking out of prison on a large scale, Stark brought all the technology he provided to S.H.I.E.L.D. to build a raft prison, hoping that the warden would be tempted by his high-tech.

But Mr. Warden was unmoved by the glass windows, and he actually didn't have much confidence. Unexpectedly, the Warden directly posed a problem to him, and even made him feel a little eager to try.

He could not have imagined the virtual reality network social platform, this kind of science fiction scene.

But there are countless troubles waiting for him to solve. From the moment he walked out of the cave in Afghanistan, it seemed that everything about him no longer belonged to him.

He should have died under the missile he made, but he didn't. He knew that he survived for a reason, and there must be something waiting for him to do—but he didn't know yet.

Perhaps, he thought he could be a bridge between the Premier League and the government, but even his closest teammates did not believe him.

He chooses to complete his mission alone, no matter what lies ahead.

It's nothing more than a break with a close friend in the world's infamy--or something that the missile that was close at hand but failed to take his life should accomplish.

What he didn't tell the warden was that the bill took him to the depths of the desert in another world. There are buried Stark's secrets, all his memories. He kept a memory backup for himself, and those past refilled his brain, but failed to wake him up.

The desert in his dream is where he starts again. He thought he was digging in the sand every day, those things attracted him-but in fact, he buried them.

His friend re-uploaded the memory backup to his brain long ago, but he was unwilling to accept the memory and was lost in the desert.

He has protected the superhuman registration list he wants to guard, and he has a reason to retire.

Unless there is still a mess he left behind and he needs to come alive and be responsible for it.

This is also the reason why Stark agreed to take him to another world-he doesn't need others to help guard his world, even if the opponent is another self. But if this could bring that Stark back to life, it would be fine.

Stark glanced at the dark-haired boy who leisurely put his hands in his pockets and strolled in the courtyard, thinking that the bitter and hatred parallel universe Stark described in the bill might be another person.

Wilson was called out for a temporary night mission-sending them to Devil Island.

The Kun-style fighter has been parked on the top of the canteen for more than a day, dwarfing the cheap helicopters in the corner.

The moment he saw Stark, Wilson, who was sitting in the driving seat, took off his sunglasses in surprise: "Mr. Stark?"

Stark gave him an unpredictable look. "It's night, Sam."

Wilson shrugged: "I'm a pilot, I have the right to wear this stuff now-God," he looked around, no one noticed the conversation between them, and then lowered his voice: "Captain, they are anxious. Yes, you haven’t shown up for 36 hours."

Stark coughed: "I was a little... low blood sugar before and passed out."

Wilson looked shocked: "Hypoglycemia died for so long, right?"

Stark: "..."

This is too straightforward.

"The captain heard that you have been on Alcatraz Island recently and have already set off to find you there." Wilson put on his sunglasses again, "Maybe you can just meet you."

Stark was lost in thought. He needs to find an excuse not to let the captain see Strange's ceremony-otherwise the other party's questioning of the cause of the matter will inevitably expose the warden's identity.

Although the warden deliberately told Peter the truth, he was not very resistant to exposing himself. But he was exposed twice within a few hours, and it was a bit sad.

Stark glanced cautiously at Wilson, but said nothing.

After all, his relationship with the captain was a bit strained during this period. The newly promoted player seemed to admire the captain very much and was more willing to follow his instructions.

He decided to wait until he landed on Alcatraz Island and talk to Strange and the warden privately about this matter to see if he could avoid the captain's eyes and ears. After all, talking on the Quin-type fighter is very likely to be heard by Wilson on the side.

Stark found a seat in silence and sat down next to the warden and the dark-haired boy sitting leisurely by the car window.

"Mr. Warden, you look a little nervous." The boy suddenly turned his head and said to a serious young man next to him.

Stark took a closer look at Mr. Warden-I have to say that Stark in another world seems to be a step ahead in observing words and expressions. He didn't see anything from Mr. Warden with a calm face. tension.

However, the warden's answer confirmed the judgment of another Stark.

"I... haven't been on a plane much." Zhang Dianyu said sternly.

"No." The black-haired boy denied without hesitation, "You really haven't been on a plane-but you haven't been out of prison much."

Zhang Dianyu was silent.

This Stark's observational power made him a little uncomfortable. Even though he has been out of jail several times, every time he feels a little strange, as if he has lost something.

Perhaps as the bill says, he was created for this, and he and the prison are inseparable.

Zhang Dianyu was thinking wildly, and met Stark's gaze.

He was silent for a few seconds, then raised his hand and rubbed Lianjia: "Is there anything on my face?"

"..." Stark: "Sorry."

Before he knew it, he realized that he had known the warden for some time-and gradually understood what some of the warden's reactions meant.

The expressionless sitting posture means that he is slowly blowing up his hair, including all negative emotions such as anger and discomfort. And when he showed a smile-often can't be doubted because of his gloomy aura, he just really showed a smile.

Stark couldn't help laughing.

Zhang Dianyu glanced at Stark next to him inexplicably, and felt that there were two mental illnesses sitting beside him, one big and one small—coincidentally, they were both named Tony Stark.

The last to be escorted to the jet is a huge water tank-this is a temporary cell for the Shark King. After all, the cell on Devil Island has not yet been put into use.

But in fact, on the day Stark was in a coma, the engineering team had already started work on the island.

At the speed of the engineering team, Zhang Dianyu has seen that many cells on the map on the game panel have been displayed as available.

But since the Shark King has agreed to cooperate, he can at least provide him with some preferential treatment for the time being-from a simple point of view, he is a shark, and he definitely likes water more.

Zhang Dianyu's theory left Stark speechless, and Strange also showed an inscrutable expression.

"I don't know," Stark said to Zhang Dianyu from a place where the Supreme Mage could not hear. "He often shows such an expression. It may be that the diet of the Most Holy Place can easily cause constipation."

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

After the Shark King's water tank was fixed, the Kun-style fighter slowly rose from the ground and rushed into the night.

Zhang Dianyu opened the map.

Miss Rita has been arranged on Devil Island these days, and she doesn't know what she is doing at this time. After all, the engineering team will work at its own pace, and Miss Rita doesn't need to command anything.

All of Zhang Dianyu's thoughts are on the Scarecrow who is about to interview and Stark who will wake up when he will wake up, and there is no time to worry about Miss Rita's affairs and the progress of Devil Island's construction.

The speed of the Kun-style fighter was very fast, and within half an hour, he felt that he was landing.

When we got off the plane, there was no one in the square. Even if the warden came here in person, Miss Rita did not come out to greet him. Wilson felt a little strange—he was puzzled by the relationship between Mr. Warden and Miss Rita. In the past few days, he has heard various versions of rumors, including that they are separated siblings and former lovers, and some are even worse. After all, Miss Rita has a mysterious and **** whip in her hand.

Wilson also tried to observe that whip-now it is a legal society, is it really necessary?

He couldn't help looking at the warden next to him with a bewildered look.

Zhang Dianyu also felt Wilson's gaze, he looked back suspiciously, but the other party quickly looked away.

Zhang Dianyu: "...?"

He has seen some of these gazes during this time--wait, is there something wrong?

Zhang Dianyu was lost in thought.

Wilson was also lost in thought—obviously, he was still thinking of Miss Rita's whip.

There was no one in the prison at this time, and obviously the captain had not arrived yet. Miss Rita is also in his own office and lounge-I have to say that from this point of view, his habits are quite similar to those of the warden, who seems to be a bit selfish.

But their relationship looks bad again.

More than ten minutes have passed. Wilson looked at the lights in the office and found that Miss Rita was still quiet.

"Mr. Warden...Do you need me to call Miss Rita out?" He asked hesitantly.

After all, it is the first time Mr. Warden has set foot on Devil Island-as the acting warden appointed here, he may be waiting for Miss Rita to come out and explain some things.

Zhang Dianyu was taken aback for a moment, and shook his head: "No need."

Wilson nodded and said nothing.

Stark coughed, staring at Wilson's back, blinked at Zhang Dianyu, and motioned for him to follow.

"Mr. Stark, what's the matter?" Zhang Dianyu asked Stark strangely after turning around a corner.

"I...well, I heard that the captain might come to visit me, so I will try to draw him away later, and it won't affect the ceremony you are preparing to perform."

Zhang Dianyu paused: "Then you don't plan to go to the'sandbox' world with us?"

Stark nodded: "I'm here to meet the captain." To be honest, he didn't really want to meet the other himself. The other Stark who has lost his memory is nothing more. If it is Stark who recovers his memory-although he doesn't know if he will succeed, he always feels a little uncomfortable.

And there is no need to talk, he has already understood what the other party thinks.

There was a scream in the distance, breaking the silent and thick night.