Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

Zhang Dianyu saw Wilson's expression, which formed a sharp contrast with the subtle expression of Stark beside him.

"..."

He pondered a little, then moved the body back.

Unexpectedly, Wilson's expression was even more wrong.

Stark: "...Forget it, I'll take it and eat it."

So the two leaned on the desk and each took a piece of pizza from the box, and in the bewildered eyes of Wilson, invited him to breakfast.

Wilson said goodbye.

After his footsteps disappeared, Stark turned to Zhang Dianyu: "You scared Wilson away."

Zhang Dianyu paused slightly with his pizza hand.

"Don't worry," Stark said, looking outside. "He will adapt."

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

Stark looked at Miss Rita's body lying on the desk again, and asked in silence: "So...what happened to this body? Why did you invite me to...study the body just now?"

It feels weird to say this.

Zhang Dianyu thought for a while, and felt that when things came to the present, some things were not impossible to confess—after all, maybe Stark could use his smart brain to help him solve this long-range skill problem.

This skill is too important for him.

He briefly described his pattern of inheriting the title, and Stark was stunned.

"So that's why you... kissed the body of Mr. Fergus?"

Zhang Dianyu nodded.

Stark: "..." The many small question marks in his heart finally lost one-to be honest, even after knowing the secret of Mr. Warden, there were many questions in his mind.

He has a hunch that these question marks will take a long time to crack one by one.

After all, Mr. Warden didn't seem to think he had any problems—from a certain angle, that was true.

But about the warden's question... he doesn't seem to have any good suggestions.

"Otherwise, you kiss the corpse again?" Stark said tentatively.

Zhang Dianyu looked at him disappointedly: "I tried it a long time ago."

"..." Stark's Adam's apple rolled: "Really... But that is still a corpse after all."

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

While the two were racking their brains, Wilson lay on his bed and dialed an unknown number in the staff dormitory where the construction team was staying not far away.

"Dialing" an unknown number sounds strange, but it is true.

"Sam."

The tone of the person who answered the phone was calm and gentle, as if it could give people a kind of strength to settle down.

"Captain, I don't think the problem right now is Mr. Warden... I found some other things." Wilson glanced outside. Those construction teams also work overnight in the middle of the night, which is weird enough-but he gradually learned to turn a blind eye, which makes him feel a little scared and funny sometimes.

The captain on the phone was silent for a moment: "What's the matter?"

"It's about Stark. Do you remember that he told other people in the reunification that he would solve the demands of Congress alone and give everyone a satisfactory answer to the bill?" Wilson said to the phone in a low voice.

"of course."

"I don't think it's that simple, Captain, he may indeed have a mental problem. I mean, I don't have any opinion on Tony, but I think he should see a psychiatrist." Wilson pondered his words. . As an "ordinary" soldier, he is not good at words, which is particularly difficult at this time.

Fortunately, the captain understood what he meant, but he paused for a while, his tone of voice sounded a little slow.

"But Sam, you know my conversation with Tony last night was not pleasant."

"I know, it's because of his mental condition." Wilson said.

The person on the phone was silent for a while, seeming to be thinking. After a while, the captain replied, "I understand, Sam, I will consider this matter."

Wilson was relieved.

In fact, he hasn't been in the Avengers for a long time, and the only person he knows is Captain America Steve Rogers. This is not just because they often meet during morning jogs, but more because they have similar identities.

Fortunately, the captain could indeed understand what he was thinking.

After hanging up Wilson's call, Rogers, who had taken off the SHIELD armband, sat in the room in silence.

After leaving Alcatraz Island, he broke with Nick Fury who was in the connection on the Quin-type fighter, so he left midway.

There was some resistance in his heart to return to Devil Island, but there was a voice in his heart telling him that Tony was in a bad situation now-it is said that Mr. Warden was not in a healthy state, and Tony was with him now.

After thinking for a moment, Rogers made his decision.

This time he took the ferry back to Alcatraz Island-fortunately, it was not far away. It only took him more than half an hour to get on the ferry.

It was still early morning, there were not many people on board, and the line was not long. He bought a ticket at the pier, bought a baseball cap and a sweater with the words "I love SF" by the way, mixed with tourists and boarded the ferry.

The original dissatisfaction with Tony was temporarily suppressed after hearing that he was not in a good mental state recently-but he knew that if he asked in person, Tony would probably hold up nonsense, so he simply pretended to be a tourist to explore the situation.

Twenty minutes later, he boarded the pier of Alcatraz Island again.

It is already time for the scenic spot to open, and tourists are wandering around the island one after another.

Rogers first followed the map to find the scenic office where they had talked before, and found that Tony was obviously not there, so he strolled around the island by the way—obviously, he was not anywhere else in the scenic area.

So if he hasn't left yet, it means that he may be staying in the part of the prison that is not open to the public with Mr. Warden.

But the short tour made him frown-he couldn't see the whole picture of Devil Island when he came last night, but today he saw it clearly. The scenery here is pleasant, and you can even see the Golden Gate Bridge in the distance. However, the facilities are old and rudimentary, which is obviously not qualified as a prison.

He can see that the familiar engineering team is repairing the fence in the distance, but can this really give this place the ability to contain super criminals?

Rogers was a little worried.

But this did not affect his ability to jump over a fence that was relatively low compared to the surroundings and touched into the prison.

As a prison, the structure of Alcatraz Island is not complicated. Next to the prison is his destination, the small office that looks a little run-down.

Rogers wondered how to approach there to inquire about the situation-his eyes fell on the engineering team workers in yellow jackets.

Just when he was about to touch it to "borrow" a set of clothes, the office door suddenly opened.

Rogers hurriedly hid back, allowing the wall to hide his figure.

The people who came out were indeed the warden and Tony Stark. But to his surprise, the warden held the corpse last night in his hands, but the haze on his face was wiped away-in fact, the two people talked can even be called pleasant.

Rogers: "...?" He began to believe Wilson's judgment.

"No, I will take off my clothes," he heard the warden say, "after all, that is my body."

"What nonsense are you talking about, you are not a woman." Stark's voice came.

The question mark in Rogers' heart exploded like fireworks.

He knows the truth, why would he hold the corpse and talk about this kind of problem?

When his figure suddenly stood in front of the two of them, Stark looked a little surprised, and looked around: "...Captain?"

Rogers felt that for a moment, if he read it correctly, the expression on Tony's face might be called a surprise.

This made him feel a sense of guilt for no reason-and immediately suppressed it.

"Tony, you need to go back to the doctor with me."

Stark retorted almost subconsciously: "I don't need a doctor-wait, what doctor? But-oh yes, to figure this out, I don't need a doctor."

"Psychiatrist." Rogers said affirmatively.

Stark: "?"

Zhang Dianyu converted the mockery into a cough in time.

He turned to Stark beside him blankly: "In that case, I won't disturb you and Mr. Rogers."

"And you... it's best to be together, Mr. Warden." Rogers added, "But of course, this is just a suggestion-no, it's not for you, Tony."

Stark: "???"

Of course Zhang Dianyu rejected Rogers' proposal, and Stark was taken away by Rogers amidst strong opposition.

"It's all your fault."

Before leaving, he left such a sentence.

Zhang Dianyu returned to the office holding Rita.

"You know you can ask me directly." A voice came from the corner, causing Zhang Dianyu to raise his head.

The bill hasn't said too much since he came back. Most of the time, he just stood silently and watched him. This made Zhang Dianyu always feel a little problematic.

"I thought you would give up this body when you came back." Zhang Dianyu glanced at him, "Then, how can I get back the skills from Miss Rita?"

"You can't." The bill answered simply.

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

He sat back down on the chair behind the desk, feeling a little disappointed.

Miss Rita's skills are very useful to him. Losing this is something he never expected.

"In addition, you put Harley Quinn's confinement room underwater, and the air is close to the critical value." The bill said unhurriedly beside it.

Zhang Dianyu: "...?"

He seems to have forgotten about it.

In a hurry last night, he easily sent the Shark King and Quinn to the sky and the other to the bottom of the sea. The Shark King was put back into the water tank by him in the morning because of being too noisy, and a confinement room was set up in it, but Quinn was forgotten by him.

However, at this time the tourists have already been on the island, so it seems not quite right to fish them out in full view.

The point is that Quinn is not wearing clothes...?

Zhang Dianyu checked Quinn's state and found that she had lost consciousness at this time-he thought about it, and simply sent the person to the sea, and then organized the engineering team to find the person.

The onlookers flexibly jumped up and down to take pictures under the obstruction of security.

In any case, Zhang Dianyu reasonably waited for the arrival of the police, and then handed over the murderers who had killed the acting warden, Miss Rita, to the police for temporary custody.

He finally breathed a sigh of relief. When he returned to the office, he found that Bill's eyes were like two small lamps, looking at him faintly.

Zhang Dianyu glanced at the black-haired boy, who handed him a knife.

"?" Zhang Dianyu did not answer: "Don't you mean..."

"Miss Rita is dead, don't you need to start a new second role?" The bill's tone was calm as if asking him if he wanted another sandwich.

In fact, Zhang Dianyu also thought a little.

However, Miss Rita's bones were not cold, so he died in love, fearing that it was not so good.

However, since the bill took the initiative to raise this issue, it is obvious that things are not that simple-"Did you make another move in the choice of the next role?"

The bill is silent.

Zhang Dianyu remembers the last time it said that it had used up an agreement with the world, so this time it used up another opportunity?

Bill raised his face to look at Zhang Dianyu, and nodded slowly.

"So how many agreements have you reached with the world?" Zhang Dianyu took a deep breath and asked.

"Three." The bill replied, "but all must be related to you."

Zhang Dianyu: "..." He was speechless for a while.

However, it is always good to be able to solve the immediate urgent need, but he still struggled to ask: "Is there a possibility to use this agreement to revive Miss Rita?"

"It is absolutely impossible to resurrect the dead." The bill shook his head.

"Then directly transfer her skills to me?" Zhang Dianyu asked hopefully.

"Nor." The bill replied simply.

"Well, I want to know what you chose." Zhang Dianyu thought for a while, "No, I think you have to tell me now-I don't believe you, since there are only three opportunities, I think we should take it Use it on the right way."

"Is an interrogation expert." The bill also answered him, "For the next situation, he should be very useful."

Zhang Dianyu thought for a while. The bill should mean that after the implementation of the Super Human Registration Act, there will be many scenes that need to interrogate superpowers hiding underground, but-"Wait, I am a warden. What I need to maintain is the operation of my prison, interrogation is a matter of the police, and sending people to prison is a matter of the court. What does this have to do with me?"

"But this is a way to help you reduce the rate of escape," he said after looking at the bill. "Do you remember that rule-when the prison deficit exceeds one-third of the total length, you will -"

"——Lose everything and become a prisoner and start again, I know." Zhang Dianyu interrupted the bill and said, "But even if I can interrogate the prisoners who are planning to escape from the prison, there is no way for such a prison to detain them. ."

He spread his hand and asked an essential question: "You said that Stark in another universe imprisoned opponents in negative space. Even there, he was eventually found and attacked by another group of superpowers. Go in. In an ordinary prison like this, even those prisoners can't be kept."

"Prison rating." The bill said concisely, "This is the way to improve the security level of prisons."

Zhang Dianyu stood up from the chair: "Are you kidding me?"

"That's still on the planning list," the bill replied, "but it doesn't make much sense to me, so it's behind."

"The prison rating doesn't move. How can I improve it?" Zhang Dianyu looked at the to-do list, then frowned and met the bill.

"You can see that under the reform and education program that the prison has never cut from the beginning, the number of parole prisoners has been rising, and the re-offending rate has reached the requirement." The bill says, "As long as you remove some unreasonable Imprisonment-For example, the long-term confinement of clowns and others is cancelled, plus the last additional requirement to recover 10 escaped prisoners, the prison rating can be quickly improved."

Zhang Dianyu glanced at him and understood what he meant.

The most important thing is that when more and more prisoners go to jail, it means that more and more prisoners escape from prison. It also means that they can be caught back to complete the task quickly.

Zhang Dianyu didn't know how much the current situation could sustain him to raise the prison rating to a certain point, but he was already eager to try.

"Listen," he glanced at the bill, "that role as an interrogator, you can postpone him a little bit."

Bill blinked his blue eyes.

"I think an interrogation expert does not seem to be suitable for hunting down prisoners." Zhang Dianyu briefly explained, "The most important thing is that I don't want him to die as easily as Rita in the process of hunting down prisoners."

The role of the interrogation expert does not seem to be more suitable for him than Miss Rita's remote control skills, but since this is also a role that the bill deliberately singles out and thinks it is useful, at least it should not die easily in this case.

Zhang Dianyu will feel heartache.

"Are you ready to die?" The bill looked at him and asked.

"...I think what you said sounds a bit problematic." Zhang Dianyu glanced at the black-haired boy. "Theoretically, I am not dead. I just opened a new role with death."

The bill nodded.

Zhang Dianyu looked at 1/10 of the to-do list—he could upgrade his prison rating by one level only by recovering 9 escaped prisoners.

This sounds very cost-effective.

He touched his neck and grinned.

In the humble small office, the sunlight outside the window fell on the body that Miss Rita put back on the desk.

Maybe a window is indeed a good thing, Zhang Dianyu thought.

Stark did not show up for a few days after being taken away by Rogers, and Zhang Dianyu also brought the Shark King back to the prison, and the engineering team that had already started to build the wall turned to renovate the prisoner's dormitory.

Since he can have more protective systems after the prison rating is upgraded, it is better to fix the prisoner’s quarters first.

Anyway, he didn't intend to improve the treatment of prisoners.

After all, the prisoners who can be taken to the island are not good things in themselves. The losses they cause can be calculated to eat bacon every day-they gave up this opportunity.

After Zhang Dianyu returned to the prison, Strange specially notified Strange and asked him to pay more attention to Dr. Klein.

Strange's feedback also confuses him-the Scarecrow not only did not engage in trouble in the prison, but began to receive every patient seriously, and began to treat them seriously.

"I don't think he was kind." Strange said solemnly, wearing an apron.

Zhang Dianyu nodded in agreement.

But no matter what Klein's idea is, at least Strange should be able to deal with it-anyway, they are half a cat in terms of physical strength. Perhaps he has exercised Strange's arms for the prisoners recently, and he can still win slightly. One thing.

As for fear-is it appropriate to tell the Supreme Master?

In order to hunt down the escaped prisoners, Zhang Dianyu increased the frequency of the guards patrolling the toilet, and temporarily gave the killer alligator a few days off.

Everything is ready, especially the sewer.

Zhang Dianyu even specially made a suit for himself—in fact, it was just a brown-gray trench coat of Mr. Fergus, plus a cat mask bought from a shop in Untitled Town, wrapped around his head with a tie A few turns are used as reinforcement.

When he saw the jailbreak alert on the game panel for the first time, Zhang Dianyu looked at the mirror in the closet and admired his appearance.

It looked like a match that was not on fire.

He closed the closet in silence.

But whether it looks good or not is one thing, whether it works is another matter-Stark visited two weeks later, it seems that he finally got rid of the concern of Captain America.

"Oh my God, the babysitter I had when I was fourteen didn't ask him as much." Stark sat down on the sofa and complained to Zhang Dianyu.

Zhang Dianyu thought for a while: "Aren't you supposed to go to boarding school when you were fourteen? So the nanny went to school with you?"

Stark quickly changed the subject: "Well, I recently discovered something good." He threw out a newspaper, "What is the relationship between this mysterious sunburst and the enthusiastic masses that have emerged in California to kill you? Now, let me put it straight, don’t you see you?"

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

He spread the newspaper blankly and asked slowly: "Who gave this nickname?"

"A person with the ID of a'victim of phishing law enforcement' was exposed on the dark net, saying that this mysterious person often appeared near the prison. He was intercepted by him in both escapes. This person looks like a novice superpower because he Every time he was killed by the prisoner who escaped from the prison, but he became active again in the vicinity of the prison a few days later. It is recommended that enthusiastic citizens actively report his whereabouts to the local police."

Many question marks rose in Zhang Dianyu's head. Is this reasonable? The prisoner suggested that the citizens report to the volunteer police?

Stark caught the doubt on his face and sighed and said, "Mr. Warden, you must have not read the news much recently, right?"

Zhang Dianyu was silent. He had no time to watch the news. He was busy hunting down prisoners.

Stark looked at him and said: "The Super Human Registration Act has been officially implemented-as far as I know, a large number of prisoners are already on the highway to California."

Zhang Dianyu let out an "Oh", his eyes lit up slightly.

"..." Stark saw a clue: "Mr. Warden, to be honest, what the **** is this Sunburst guy doing?"

Zhang Dianyu glanced at him: "...I need to hunt back prisoners who escaped to improve the prison rating-a way to enhance prison protection."

Stark was silent for a moment: "Those... are you also the enthusiastic crowd who chased up to kill the prisoner with their lives?"

Zhang Dianyu: "Very successful."

The current prison rating has been raised to 4 points, I don’t know how much room for improvement.

Including subsidy tasks and preventive measures will be improved accordingly. But Zhang Dianyu found that things were obviously not as good as imagined-the prison rating has opened up some new staff training, for example, he can hire employees for the secret mutant juvenile offender correction center next door, but strict and complicated screening is required. And to conduct confidential training-but in the subsidy task, he did not feel much gain.

After all, the most labor service that prison inmates can participate in is nothing more than construction, no matter how high it is.

Stark stood up and walked two steps in the office, then sat back on the sofa, staring at the newspaper in his hand for a while.

On the front page was the corpse of an enthusiastic citizen trying to stop the prisoner who was blown into the air by a petrol tank. The stump and arm were hit, but it still looked bloody.

Stark was silent for a moment and looked up at the warden who was sitting casually behind his desk.

"That looks a bit painful."

This sentence was unexpected by Zhang Dianyu. He raised his head to meet Stark's gaze, as if he was a little uncomfortable with this situation.

"indeed."

He shrugged and suddenly said, "I want to add a window to the office, what do you think?"

This sentence was unexpected by Stark. He looked at the office with walls on all sides, and nodded in agreement: "It should be."

Zhang Dianyu smiled.

"I have some ideas about Alcatraz Island." Stark looked at him and said, "We can first deploy some equipment, and then jointly develop some business with the scenic area, such as..."

He paused and thought for a while, but he heard the warden suddenly interject: "--like opening an amusement park?"

Stark was taken aback for a moment.

Unexpectedly, the warden still remembered that amusement park. What he originally wanted to say was to open a virtual scenic spot, and let the prisoners who serve in labor serve as tour guides to introduce the prison, which may make the tourists feel more exciting.

But amusement parks are not impossible.

He nodded to Mr. Warden: "I originally planned to open up the virtual prison area, so that the manpower is sufficient. If it is an amusement park, you may need to hire some staff-but this can be handed over to the people below. Rationale."

Zhang Dianyu looked at Stark and asked, "The employees of that amusement park, are they still there?"

The dilapidated scene that he saw the last time he went to the amusement park was still hard for him to let go. From the principal to the staff below, they obviously lost their jobs together.

That has nothing to do with him either.

Zhang Dianyu's words made Stark think for a moment, and nodded slightly: "The employees of the amusement park were also taken over by Stark Industries, but some have not been arranged." After all, the virtual amusement park does not need to be like the original. So many people.

The most important thing is, isn’t their feature a joint prison, which allows visitors to experience the thrill of face-to-face with super criminals up close?

It must be more exciting than riding a roller coaster.

The most important thing is safety.

Zhang Dianyu thought for a while: "I plan to deploy 50 devices in the prison first, and then slowly expand after the virtual park has operating income." Strive to send all the prisoners in trouble as soon as possible.

Stark was taken aback for a moment. This was US$20 million. When did Mr. Warden become so rich?

"Subsidy order." Zhang Dianyu seemed to have guessed what he was thinking, and knocked on the documents on the table with his knuckles.

But Stark knew more than that.

If the subsidy order can bring so much income, then it should have been possible at the beginning, and the prison would not fall into such an embarrassing situation.

Stark couldn't help but glanced at the newspaper again.

Following his gaze, Zhang Dianyu saw the familiar body on the homepage, and could only shrug his shoulders: "...it has something to do with that."

After upgrading the prison rating, he sent all the prisoners above the standard to work. The remaining prisoners were not idle either, basically they were actively escaping from prison.

If this was the same game as before, Zhang Dianyu would definitely feel that he had opened the console and changed the prisoners’ tendency to escape.

But it turns out that the prisoners in this prison have been tirelessly trying to escape for a long time.

But despite this, the total assets of the prison are not 20 million, and this matter does not have to be so clear to Stark-after all, being poor can be said to be a thorn in Zhang Dianyu's heart.

It's just that both the bill and Stark have confirmed that those "prisoners" who were arrested due to the Super Human Registration Act are already on their way.

Who they are is not important to Zhang Dianyu at the moment. The important thing is that with their arrival, the subsidy for the prisoners will be in place soon, that is to say, he intends to use up his prison assets to put the brains of Devil Island first. The connection equipment is complete, and the restless prisoners will be arranged as soon as possible.

It can even generate income for the prison.

Thinking of this, Zhang Dianyu felt that the chest that had just been pierced a few hours ago was not so painful.

Stark threw the newspaper on the sofa, got up and walked to the desk, frowning and looking straight at the warden who was in constant contemplation on the opposite side as always.

"If you need help, you can come to me anytime." He glanced down, "You have my number."

Zhang Dianyu nodded.

But in fact, he is not completely ignorant of the news-he often sees some scenes on the TV above when passing by the cafeteria. There seems to be Stark inside, surrounded by a group of reporters and security guards, and outside. Stacks of protesting crowds holding signs.

Zhang Dianyu once stopped for a moment on the writing above.

He thought that those were superpowers who opposed the Super Human Registration Act, but it turns out that he thought more - or less.

In fact, people are protesting that superpowers have squeezed their normal living space.

In this case, he obviously can’t find Stark to help hunt down the prisoners-and the sentence they met today is only a joke, but the relationship between Rogers and Stark does seem to exist. Alleviated.

But he still hasn't appeared in the news again.

The media verbally criticized Captain America and some of the opponents he led, as if this could hurt them.

Zhang Dianyu shook his head, walked into the cafeteria and turned off the TV amid the uproar of the prisoners, and then went back to prepare for his death cause.

He was the warden anyway, and the prisoners dared not speak.

Stark looked at him for a while, then suddenly asked, "Do you need me to make a uniform for you?"

"I already have—" Zhang Dianyu said half way subconsciously, only to remember that the meaning in this sentence did not refer to the suit he is wearing now. Obviously, Stark was referring to the one shot in the newspaper. Match corpse.

Zhang Dianyu coughed awkwardly.

Stark couldn't help laughing.

"Even the captain’s 70-year-old uniform didn’t give me such a feeling--oh, Peter, do you remember the pajamas when Peter first appeared on the tubing? I think you can go in that direction. Work hard, maybe you can surpass his broadcast volume."

Zhang Dianyu raised his eyelids and glanced at Stark.

The other party stopped laughing.

"Peter is hard to persuade." Stark shrugged. "I persuaded him not to be too active these days, but he seems to take this as a deaf ear - but it is true that New York has been a bit chaotic lately and there are people everywhere who need help. I think he can hardly control himself."

Zhang Dianyu listened carefully, and slowly sighed in relief.

Stark glanced at him: "I know what you are thinking, do you think I will let that kid come forward to increase my persuasiveness?"

It is difficult for Zhang Dianyu to disagree, after all, this is something Stark in another universe has done.

Stark rolled his eyes: "For God's sake, that kid is only fifteen years old-the flow of time in these two universes is different."

Zhang Dianyu raised his head and glanced at Stark, thinking that he might suddenly have a mind-reading skill recently.

Stark blinked to meet his gaze.

I have to say that now he seems to be able to read Mr. Warden's pretendingly serious face.

In the warden's office, day and night are not divided, but the time has slowly passed dusk. Zhang Dianyu has been driving the game panel, hoping to discover the escape incident in time.

Sure enough, after the killer crocodile was withdrawn from the sewer, the number of spoons lost in the cafeteria increased.

People try to dig tunnels almost every day.

Zhang Dianyu looked at the alarm on the game panel blankly-when the number of chasing escaped prisoners reached a temporary upper limit, he closed the sewer again, and even wanted to let in a few real crocodiles.

The prison has almost been dug out of holes these days.

Of course, this is indeed an exaggeration. There is a magical engineering team, repairing the tunnel is just an overnight thing.

But it costs money.

Although the money to repair the authenticity is only a drop in the current prison, Zhang Dianyu feels very heartbroken for any loopholes that need to be paid for.

The worst thing is that dangerous elements like the clown and the Hydra have been released from the confinement room without violating the prison regulations, and are currently being held in solitary confinement in a mental ward. This still does not reassure Zhang Dianyu.

The only exception is the Riddler-although he was sent to the confinement room at the first moment of his imprisonment, Zhang Dianyu resumed his normal life in prison for the prison rating some time ago.

But soon he was put back in prison because he caused a fight among the prisoners.

Even the Joker and Hydra are not doing anything at all, only he has returned to the confinement room persistently. Zhang Dianyu looked at the question marks rising above the riddler in the confinement room, and could only shrug his shoulders.

Who made him have to make some puzzles among the prisoners-the penguin was still lying in the hospital and the prison gang had no leader, and he had to fight for a few fights when he had nothing to do.

But this time it was not the clowns and the mentally ill people who escaped from prison.

Zhang Dianyu silently opened the closet under Stark's gaze, and then closed it silently.

"I have seen that..." Stark said.

Zhang Dianyu turned his head and glanced at him.

Stark closed his mouth, but there was a clear smile in his eyes.

Zhang Dianyu pressed the handle of the wardrobe into deep thought.

Although he has always followed the principle that no one sees it and is not ashamed, he wears the windbreaker of the old warden to hunt down prisoners, and has not used the skills of the warden in order not to reveal his identity-after all, these skills are quite obvious, as long as It will immediately reveal who the person under the mask is.

Part of the reason Zhang Dianyu wanted to conceal his identity was because it was shameful.

Although it is said that Spider-Man’s first-generation suit was ridiculed on the tubing, Zhang Dianyu has to admit that his sewing skills are actually pretty good—especially as a high school boy.

In Zhang Dianyu's contemplation, a hand suddenly pressed his shoulder.

He turned his head and Stark was behind him.

"Mr. Warden, I don't think you need to do it yourself this time." Stark said.

He stretched out his right hand, and the golden-red armor quickly passed by the green employee door, covering his body piece by piece.

Zhang Dianyu looked at the door, and Stark gave him a thumb.

"This time it finally succeeded."

Zhang Dianyu remembered what he was referring to—when he broke through the wall for the first time, the entire wall of the office was hit with a big hole.

Although he also contributed money to repair the wall afterwards.

The golden red armor completely wrapped up the person in front of him, and the electromagnetic sound came from his visor: "Mr. Warden, will you be lucky enough to ask you to watch me hunt for the escaped prisoner this time?"

Zhang Dianyu looked down at the outstretched metal hand.

The author has something to say: 　　Thanks to the mines and the feed, give the little angels a big one!

Thanks to the little angel who threw landmines: 1 Qi Yue;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: Qi Yue and Gu Xiaobai 2 bottles;