Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

When Dr. Quezel came to the staff lounge, Mr. Warden thrust her a can of Coke with a smile and pointed to the dirty sofa, "Doctor, would you like to talk?"

Dr. Quezel is happy. "Of course, I like Cola."

Yeah, who doesn't like Fat House Happy Water?

"In fact," Zhang Dianyu stood up with a smile, and opened a little distance calmly. "You are fired, doctor."

Peter's mouth next to him became an "o".

Zhang Dianyu gave him a warning look, and Peter realized that his behavior seemed stupid, and quickly closed his mouth.

Surprisingly, Dr. Küzel seems to be emotionally stable.

"Oh, okay." She shrugged. "It's not the first time anyway."

Zhang Dianyu ""

It turned out that Dr. Harlem Quetzer had a history, why did he always feel that something was wrong?

At this time, there were still a few tired employees wandering in the staff lounge. The oily chef wandered aimlessly in the room, and it looked like he could easily be injured by mistake.

Fortunately, Dr. Küzel did not suddenly hurt someone as described by the guards.

Or treatment

There is nothing wrong with saying this, Zhang Dianyu thinks, after all, Dr. Küzel is not a devil, but the treatment seems to be different from the psychiatrist in the eyes of the public.

Or too different

All in all, she was fired and the total assets in the prison are now much safer.

Today is Thursday and the 15th of this month. Zhang Dianyu just received a large government subsidy, which is the amount given according to the number of prisoners in custody, and also includes a fixed subsidy of 2,000 US dollars per day, which makes him suddenly rich. With so many things, it is even possible to start building new prisoners' quarters.

As long as the engineering team leased to Wayne to build the holiday villa returns to the task, construction can begin.

After confirming that Dr. Quetzer was emotionally stable, Zhang Dianyu left the staff room and left Peter to handle the rest.

He had just returned to the office and suddenly received a call from the security officer.

"Mr. Warden, one of our informants was murdered by another prisoner before being taken to the security room."

Zhang Dianyu remembered that he had recruited a group of informants not long ago.

However, he did not intend to do everything by himself, as he did in the game. He arranged a fixed task for the security room, took an informant to interrogate daily, and then sent the informant back to his cell for two hours before he could go to the informant. Clue where to search for contraband.

This is to protect these informants from being identified by other prisoners, otherwise they could easily be killed secretly.

Even so, they were exposed

"Mr. Warden Chief," the security officer continued on the phone. "It was the guard who the prisoner took the initiative to contact in 201072, saying there was an important clue to tell the warden governor directly, but the prisoner deliberately caused the guard to send him over Riot, murdered 201072 while guards stopped. "

Zhang Dianyu was a little puzzled. The incident sounded a bit complicated.

The pixel people in the prison have suddenly upgraded

He held the receiver slowly and thought for a while, and gradually remembered who was the first informant who was recruiting threats in 201072. The addict named Sean Diamond was a two-year-old daughter.

Zhang Dianyu paused and hung up.

In the morgue, he found the little pixel man lying quietly on the morgue. Died, dead, did not look as timid in the confinement cell, lying silently in the middle of the empty morgue, waiting for the hearse to pick up his body.

Zhang Dianyu took a deep breath.

He saw that the death message indicated in Diamond's status bar was killed by other prisoners with pens.

Zhang Dianyu frowned slowly. If it wasn't for the pen killing that suddenly became popular in his prison, it would prove that this time it was also for a reason.

After the clown was established in the psychiatric ward, he was transferred in accordance with the original plan. Zhang Dianyu also continued to pay attention to his development during this half-day, but he didn't seem to be wrong, and he did not even murder the two mentally ill men who did not know if they were members of the clown.

An eye-catching bright green was wandering around in the west wing guarded by heavy iron gates, and from time to time there were bubbles of joy on his head.

Just now, when Zhang Dianyu reopened his status bar, he found that his needs suddenly changed, and the playing cards he wanted became pens.

Maybe it's a clown-type mockery.

Zhang Dianyu suddenly stood up, dialed the number of the security supervisor, "Call me 10 gun guards, prepare to go to the psychiatric area, and let the nursing staff prepare the restraint and sedative."

No, he has to abuse his power to tie the clown in his cell, otherwise he always feels that something worse will happen.

As for the concrete door closure and the West Wing King battle, this method of trying to make the clowns self-defeating is obviously useless. No matter how he thought, he couldn't die casually. It was only appropriate to let him sleep through the entire sentence.

Then he opened the door to the staff lounge "Peter, why do you still here, Dr. Küzel?"

"Oh," Peter said, "the doctor said she might have to change clothes to do the resignation procedure, but I think" she may have to change the costume, but Peter just needs a little space.

"I think I have a stomachache."

Zhang Dianyu ""

If he guessed right, he seems to have encountered the traditional part of Spider-Man.

What else could he do? He could only agree. Otherwise, even if Peter was by his side, it would be inconvenient for him to shoot, and he would just follow him.

Zhang Dianyu waved his hand "Hurry up."

"Okay sir." Peter trot out of the employee's lounge, digging into his private staff quarters like a dark room behind the assistant.

He dialed a number quickly, and then scrambled over his head with a spider-man suit, his eyes constantly scanning the direction of the screen.

The call was quickly connected, and a dumb, handsome face appeared on the screen, "Oh my god, Peter, what are you doing?"

Peter realized that he was undressed.

"Why does your room look so strange?" Stark looked puzzled.

"No no no, it's like that, Mr. Stark." Peter quickly put his suit over his head. "I'm nothing, I think there's going to be trouble in the prison."

"Harry Quinn is like I reported before, and I think she's going to do it." Peter sweated a little from the tip of his nose. "But but"

Stark "but what"

"But my ability seems to be ineffective here, sir." Peter's face looked a little panicked, but did not hesitate.

"I'll be right there. Don't do anything. Understand," Stark said immediately. "No involvement in this incident, Peter."

Peter rushed over to end the call, and what remained on the screen was his enlarged face.

"**" Stark said angrily, "I said that the child should not be allowed."

Someone coughed "ngua" behind him

Stark ""

The voice just now couldn't help but bring a little smile. "Let's go, Tony, we'd better get there in two minutes."