Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

"Wait, Captain." Stark stopped the other side suddenly. "You heard that boy, right, you know, in case you are more than ninety years old."

The blond man opposite him smiled helplessly, and he knew that he hadn't been easy to let off Stark since he had played a "ngua" joke.

"Sorry, Tony, I shouldn't mention that word."

"I'm serious, Captain." Stark raised his hand to summon his armor, and the gold-colored parts flew into the hall from the window in turn, covering his body, "You heard what Peter said, although we It's not clear why, but you might also lose your ability to quadruple the serum there. "

"I'm a soldier, Tony." The blond man didn't deny, and raised his mouth slightly. "The soldier won't leave the battlefield because of a broken leg and I think I can still help."

Stark rolled his eyes and closed his face to cover his face.

But he couldn't refute Captain America's words. Indeed, even without quadruple serum, he is an excellent soldier, proficient in various fighting techniques, and a tactical expert.

"Still the same, Steve," Stark said. He activated the repulsive thruster at his feet and lifted the captain from behind while rising into the air.

Two minutes is even a bit more for Iron Man's speed.

But even so, when he rushed to the outside of the prison wall, he paused slightly to discuss with the captain whether to enter directly or visit from the gate, and found that an uninvited guest had stood on the wall, staring at them from afar. .

"It's fast, bat," Stark said.

"I thought you said you were back in New York yesterday." Batman asked in a hoarse voice.

"I thought you said that too." Stark retaliated.

Batman "I have a private jet."

Stark "Me too."

The Captain America hanging in the air didn't know if he should continue or not, but he was keenly aware that the atmosphere at the moment didn't seem to be very harmonious, and he chose to remain silent.

The gold-red Iron Man finally chose the third option, which fell on the fence of the prison and observed the movement inside from a distance.

The current prison is still in a peaceful atmosphere, and there are many more prisoners in crimson uniforms than they were here last time, presumably a little different from the prisoners in orange uniforms.

But in prison they were not treated differently meaning that they are now very leisurely, walking and chatting on the stone road, or generating some personal friction.

Stark saw two prisoners in the shadow under the canteen's exterior, seemingly pushing and shoving another guy who looked a little weak.

"If it weren't for these guys," he shrugged. "I have to doubt which public high school is here."

No one responded to him, but that didn't stop him from looking at Batman with a skeptical look "why do you get the news faster than we do?"

"I have my own channel," Batman whispered.

Stark pondered for a while, and saw a prisoner sneaking to the corner and pulling out a cell phone, editing some information on it.

The information panel of the face armor can feedback the surrounding environmental data, which obviously also includes the personal information of the prisoner and the mobile phone in their hands.

"You watched it through the phone from the Wayne company," Stark said inconceivably. "You have already entered the channel of contraband to install a wiretapping device."

Batman disagrees with him: "I didn't install a tap on my phone. It's a tap in itself. It's the makers of application software that collect environmental information, and it has nothing to do with me."

Stark "You are such a wicked capitalist."

"So do you." Batman saluted.

The scene fell into a brief silence, and Captain America aside slowly and solemnly stretched his palms and frowned.

"Guys, I think Peter is right." The blond man stared at his hand and said, "Within the fence, I feel that the fortification effect of four times the serum seems to be reduced."

"Just a cut," Stark immediately asked, "can you determine how much to cut?"

Captain America thought about it, "Sorry, Tony, I'm not a robot. I can't say a value accurately, but it will definitely drop significantly."

"So superpowers are suppressed here," Stark said slowly, intersecting with Batman's eyes.

Batman shook his head. "There is no exact answer yet. Peter concealed this in the report, but I do have some doubts about it and I have asked friends to investigate."

Speaking of this Stark, I got angry. "I said that the boy shouldn't be undercovered."

"That's why he kept it from us, Tony." Captain America said helplessly.

Stark ""

He exhaled through his nostrils for a moment, then forced the topic, and asked Batman, "When is your friend planning to come to you? Is that the big blue guy? I don't think he should be a super power."

Batman "But he is a reporter."

Stark ""

"The editor-in-chief rejected his proposal, so he had to wait until the weekend to visit the prison under the name of an interview." Batman glanced at him indifferently, "Mr. Warden has no rest days anyway, does he?"

Speaking of the warden, from a good view here, you can see that a group of people walked out of the office building at the southernmost end of the prison and went straight to the west side of the entire prison.

The last time they visited here separately, the land on the west side did not belong to the prison, and they could also see that the cafeteria of the prison had been transformed.

This is amazing efficiency for any construction team, but it seems to be surprising.

After Zhang Dianyu brought the gun guards and paramedics to the heavily guarded West Wing of the psychiatric ward, he first asked the accompanying gun guards to point the muzzle inside before sending a guard to open the door.

It is necessary to open the three prison doors to reach the corridors and cells inside, but the opening time of the prison doors is completely preset, so the inside is a stocked mental patient.

Zhang Dianyu slowly frowned, and said to the nursing staff next to him, "When you see the clown, press him down to inject a sedative, so you don't have to worry about hurting the patient."

Anyway, a serious injury is only a 1,500 yuan treatment needle.

The heavy door lock of the iron door was opened layer by layer, and there was silence inside.

Zhang Dianyu glanced at the map on the game panel. It was free time. The clown was just wandering in the hallway as before, and two other mentally ill prisoners were following him.

I don't know why people with mental illness can always be treated by him. Is there a special language between them?

Zhang Dianyu signaled that the armed guards were advanced.

The free firing in the lower right corner of the game panel is still flashing, which means that the armed guards will shoot without hesitation.

If the clown attacks the guard, maybe Zhang Dianyu will be able to get what he wants.

Anyway, after today he can pay the fine, and the clown's prison assets consumed here are not less than the fines to be paid. Zhang Dianyu is very clear.

The guards with guns didn't have any trace of fear. They entered the prison door as Zhang Dianyu instructed, and the nurses followed.

I don't know why, Zhang Dianyu always felt that there was any difference between them.

Nursing was only recruited through the staff panel in the past few days. Everyone went through a cut-and-scroll interview, and then started to work vaguely.

Zhang Dianyu suddenly understood the difference between them and the original guards and staff in the prison. They knew how to be afraid, and a look called fear appeared in their eyes.

The newly recruited employees seem to be different from the original ones. They seem to be more intelligent and have more human-like emotions.

Is this what the game is doing to upgrade?

Zhang Dianyu touched his body and found that he was not as armed as ordinary guards, not to mention a small pistol, as a warden, he did not have the key to the prison door yet.

He could never call the clown's head with a clipboard.

Who is not a tool person yet

The light in the hallway was suddenly on and off, because Zhang Dianyu arbitrarily arranged the position of the lights because of the rush to build the building.

It's good to have light. As for the windows, there must be no.

This directly caused the current situation to look a bit like the scene in a horror movie, but the gun guard who walked at the front obviously did not think so.

In fact, they are very calm and will only perform their tasks as instructed.

After the land was suddenly not as nervous as before, Zhang Dianyu also released his hand in building a mental ward. Although there are only three prison gates on the west wing, for future development considerations, Zhang Dianyu has set up a long corridor, and can continue to add gates if necessary, and gun guards are arranged in the middle of each gate.

Anyway, there are no windows here, and people are patrolling outside the wall at all times. Although accidents are inevitable, that is another matter.

There is a small 3x3 open space behind the corridor, from which you can turn right to the upholstered cell or left to the shower.

Zhang Dianyu saw a touch of green hair from a distance, and felt that the nursing around her was breathing quickly.

Sure enough, two green heads suddenly rushed to the guard headed by the head, but the sound of the gun rang out immediately, and everyone was beaten through.

Zhang Dianyu and so on, two

A slightly husky laugh came from the inside, but it was not offensive, so the gun guards stood still in the pool of blood.

The paramedic next to him seemed to be frightened by the decisive shooting, and he paused for a while to find his voice.

"You" stood in front of the man in the turquoise nursing suit, and looked down at the restraint and sedative in his hands. "Isn't that our job?"

What happened to this prison? He died on the spot during a mental illness. Do you still need them?

Nursing is still wondering if there is something wrong with her career, but the laughter inside is getting crazy and almost out of breath.

Zhang Dianyu identified the two green hairs on the ground.

Judging from their body shape, these are the two tool men who suddenly went crazy, their hair dyed green, and they were thrown out to play as targets for gun guards.

Of course, the pixel villain's marksmanship is okay, and the close-up shotgun is not good enough, so they have fallen into a pool of blood and cannot speak.

"It's really fun here."

The people inside laughed out of breath, and said in a light, low voice, "So Harry, did you bring my playing cards?"

The words did not fall, and there was a huge explosion behind Zhang Dianyu. A ponytail girl dressed in flowers appeared in the middle of the falling gravel, carrying a folding chair in her hand.

Seeing this familiar face, Zhang Dianyu thought for a moment.

He clearly knew this man, Dr. Quetzer, who had just been expelled not long ago.

But he also knew this suit, wasn't this Harley Quinn the clown girl?

So Peter ’s expression of constipation that stopped and said a few days ago was to say that this was Harry Quinn, not to meet an ordinary colleague

Zhang Dianyu ""

Just a few days after she came to prison, will she give up her sledgehammer and bat and use a folding chair as a weapon?

Zhang Dianyu felt uncomfortable. "Dr. Quetzer put the chair down."

This style of painting is not appropriate.

"There's no Quetzer here, only Harry Quinn." The female doctor with her ponytails raised her chin and said.

Zhang Dianyu "Is it necessary to put down the chair and change the three letters, and no one knows you?"

There was a terrified voice outside the "sir" shouting, and the sound of trying to pull the stone came from outside.

Zhang Dianyu "Peter"

"No, no, who is that?" The teenager's voice was even more frightened. "I'm Peter's friend Spider-Man."

Zhang Dianyu ""

This is too much. Do you have to pretend you do n’t know you?