Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

But Stark quickly discovered a shocking problem.

Doctors say the stock of treatment needles has been used up-but the worst part is that the prison has run into a fiscal deficit. Not long ago, Zhang Dianyu received a subsidy through the establishment of a secret mutant youth criminal correction center, plus accounting advice Part of the loans barely maintained the basic operation of the prison.

The scope of this riot was relatively large. Many prisoners followed the muddy water and tried to escape from the fish, resulting in heavy casualties in the prison. The doctor's solution to the seriously injured patient has always been a dose of a needle, so soon, the only funds left in the prison are also spent.

Stark fell silent.

It turns out that the prison has reached the point where it can run out of food. The warden has been conscientiously maintaining the financial situation, so it seems a little ... strange.

If you think about it, many of those incredible policies seem to save money.

But the worst part is that Mr. Wayne has already tried it-none of them can directly help the prison to make up for this economic situation, even with a ceiling on the amount of subsidies.

In the beginning, Wayne found that he could only invest tens of thousands of dollars in subsidies, which he could hardly get.

Fortunately, this situation has changed later, but frequent investment seems to make their intent to explore too obvious, so Wayne only borrowed a few days from the engineering team, and Stark chose to escape from prison in terms of escape rate. The president negotiated and signed a subsidy contract.

Stark left the infirmary and immediately asked his AI steward: "Is there a way to invest a grant directly into the prison now?"

"I don't think you can do this, sir." Artificial Intelligence quickly answered, "At the same time you asked, I have already proposed your investment intention through Stark Industries, but all channels do not support direct investment. You must Propose a subsidy plan, and then pass the review of the warden himself to participate in the project in the prison. "

Stark punched angrily on the wall, a crack in the concrete exterior.

"Sir," the AI ​​warned, "repairing walls would cost prison funding."

Stark: "..."

He immediately replied the situation to Batman. The other party did not give any response, and he could only rush to the closed area immediately.

Fortunately, the incident at the gun arsenal was almost handled. Some members of the clown gang escaped from the scene while he rushed to the infirmary. The rest were completely controlled, and the prisoners involved in the riot also surrendered.

Only Batman, who was responsible for hunting the clowns in the confinement zone, was silent, and the bad hunch in his heart gradually rose, and his irritability filled his chest.

When Stark reached the confinement zone, the sight in front of him sank.

There was no one in the confined area at the moment, but the wall near the outside was almost blasted to pieces, and there was a pool of unsettled blood on the dirty ground. At last, there seemed to be a trail of dragging, turning to a corner .

Stark felt his heart beating, everything pointing to an unpleasant ending-but it might not be. After all, he told the warden to return to the office, waiting for Strangy to meet.

Strange responded to him without seeing the warden.

Stark landed on the ground and turned into the corridor next to him.

Just like the worst scene in his imagination, Mr. Warden leaned against the wall, his eyes half closed, his eyes closed, and he seemed to frown slightly. His tie was torn a little, crooked aside loosely, and the top button of the shirt was undone.

However, what was most shocking was the blood pool that had spread to his feet on the ground. The warden's open suit hem exposed a large amount of wet blood, which almost soaked the cloth.

Stark quickly walked over, kneeling beside the young man on one knee, gritting his teeth and commanding the artificial intelligence: "Scan for vital signs."

In fact, he had noticed that the warden's chest was no longer undulating, but he ignored this fact on purpose.

The artificial intelligence swipes a string of data on the virtual screen in front of him, and the test results show that "life is dying."

The faceplate suddenly opened, Stark gasped, his face inconceivable: "What are you kidding-he, he's out of breath."

"But sir, the scan results show that Mr. Warden is indeed not dead."

At this moment, a short burst of air sounded above his head, and the familiar grapple suddenly shot from behind him to the break above the wall, and a dark shadow quietly fell beside him.

"Get out." Batman's hoarse voice sounded breathless.

Stark suddenly turned his head and saw what he was holding in his hands, and the pale green liquid inside hit his sight, as if a huge surprise suddenly came.

Stark immediately got up and gave up his position, and Batman injected the pale green injection into the blood vessel on the side of the long neck of the prison without hesitation. A few minutes later, however, they fell silent.

According to past experience, the warden should open his eyes at this time, and then-although it doesn't look normal, it is at least alive.

Stark got a little nervous, and opened the hem of the warden's suit. The white shirt inside had been stained with blood, but through the torn fabric, it could be seen that the wound inside had indeed healed.

He looked at Batman face to face.

Moments later, Stark pointed hard at the warden's chest: "He's breathing."

Batman: "..."

Stark: "Not yet."

Batman: "..."

Stark: "Can you say something?"

Batman: "Oh."

Stark: "..."

But the warden did not wake up. To this day, Stark is even willing to see him suddenly stand up and return to the office with a blank expression.

No matter what the truth is, the warden must live first-this situation makes people very doubtful whether he is still alive.

Stark's eyes fell on the knife in the warden's right hand. He had to notice here, because the knife appeared to him for the third time today.

Judging from the posture of the warden holding the knife, he is from his own body. Stark thought about something not long ago and frowned, "Is ... Mr. Warden himself?"

"No," Batman answered him quickly this time, "It was Mr. Warden who was stabbed by the clown, when I arrived here ..." He paused, even through his dumb straight The tone seemed to be able to hear a little doubt, "The clown's hand is still on the handle, but ... seems to want to save him."

Batman looked down at the needle under his feet: "Just use it." He was silent, adding: "In fact, I suspect the clown didn't seriously stop me from taking the shot-he could take it away. Research, but he threw it to me, although it gave him some time to escape. "

Stark sat on the floor thinking: "Usually, I don't think about what the clown is thinking-I advise you not to."

Batman: "..."

Stark's eyes fell on the warden's lips, and a little blood remained on it, looking a bit dazzling. But then he remembered something again, and saw that there was a trace of rubbing on the blade of blood in the warden's hand.

He was more silent.

Until Stranger and Banner, a prisoner, rushed to the destroyed confinement, the warden did not wake up.

Dr. Banner gazed at Mr. Warden lying on the ground, his mouth opened for a long time, and then murmured: "I should stay with him all the time."

Strinch immediately shook his head: "It's not your fault."

"I know he's not very stable," Banner slowly moved closer. "I should stay by. I shouldn't listen to the warden and leave him alone."

Suddenly, he noticed something and looked up in surprise: "Wait ... Mr. Warden is alive?"

Stark sighed, opened his blood-soaked suit, and exposed the cracked shirt to his original smooth skin.

Banner: "..."

He can only join the puzzled team.

A few moments later, Strange said, "Take the warden outside the prison."

Stark suddenly looked up and met his gaze.

Banner and Batman looked at him, and Strange's expression remained the same: "I think I can have an operation."

"What?" Stark's expression was more puzzling.

"I'm a doctor." Strange replied without changing his face.

Banner's look was a little puzzled: "I know, Dr. Strange ... but are you sure Mr. Warden's condition still needs surgery?"

Stark looked at the data on the virtual screen and decided to remain silent. As he said just now, the result given by artificial intelligence is that the warden is now very healthy-but that sounds even more outrageous.

Banner wanted to speak, but the sound of another person's footsteps suddenly made him close his mouth.

Ten seconds later, the security officer suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Dr. Banner, according to the regulations made by Mr. Warden, when you are not here, you are responsible for prison affairs."

Banner stunned: "But am I just a prisoner?"

The security officer replied, "Yes."

This is really an inexplicable answer.

"Wait," Batman said suddenly. "How do you know Mr. Warden is not here?"

Although the prison governor is lying on the ground unconscious and bleeding, he is theoretically very healthy. And only a few of them have seen it at this time. How could the security director know what happened?

A few suspicious glances were directed at the security director, and the other responded calmly: "I don't understand what you mean, please repeat it."

Batman and Stark: "..."

They are too familiar with this answer.

Only Strange frowned slightly.

After the security officer had conveyed all of this, he lifted his leg and left. Banner glanced a bit at Mr. Warden lying on the ground, and looked at the back of the security officer, seeming at a loss.

Stark raised his right hand, paused in the air for a moment, and landed on Banner's shoulder and patted it twice.

He said nothing, and Banner did not speak.

"So," Strinch broke the silence. "So the surgery is settled?"

Stark slowly raised his head, briefly gazed at Batman for a few seconds, and suddenly rushed to speak: "It's settled, and it's settled in the Stark Industrial Park first."

Batman: "..."

He then glanced to the side: "There is another person over there, and his life is dying."

Stark was stunned.

"Sir, it is Hannibal Lecter, who is unconscious in his cell." His artificial intelligence steward replied in a timely manner.

Batman said faintly: "Bring it back together, there is no healing needle here."

Stark: "..."

He could only glance at Strange: "Can you treat this too?"

Strinch didn't take a look: "Take it and talk."

Stark had a headache with this answer, but he didn't dispute it. He just asked, "So, if you plan to have surgery with me, do I need to prepare an operating room for you?"

He looked at the warden and added: "Based on the basic configuration of the industrial park, I need to prepare people for about half an hour."

Unexpectedly, Strange shook his head: "No."

Stark: "?"

"Give me candles, chalk, and salt," Strange said.

Stark: "?????"

He could understand why Strance said he would take the warden out of prison-because there is no way to use superpowers and magic.

"Don't you mean surgery?" Stark accused Strinch.

Strange glanced at him with an intellectual disability: "Yes, surgery."

Stark: "..."

He felt powerless to communicate, only glancing at the silent Batman next to him: "Do you have any questions to mention?"

Batman glanced at him: "This is Strange."

"Doctor," Strange added.

Stark: "..."

Given the heavy responsibilities currently being held, Banner did not leave the prison with them-and after Stark explained to him the financial situation of the prison, Banner was shocked.

"Rest assured," Stark patted his shoulder. "Go and take over the warden's business as soon as possible. I'll think about a few easy-to-find subsidies."

Banner sighed.

Stark flew into the sky with two unconscious people. Strinch glanced at Batman: "We can go out of prison, and we'll be one step ahead of him."

Batman: "..."

Strange's "operating room" was quickly set up. In the room at the far end of the rest area Stark prepared for himself, one of the compartments had been cleared out. According to Strange's request, do not place extra items on the ground.

Outside the cubicle is a bedroom, which can be used to house the warden in a coma.

After dealing with Hannibal Lecter, who was about to run out of blood strips, Strinch knocked on the bedroom door.

The items he requested were already in the compartment, and the warden in a surgical gown was lying on the bed in the bedroom outside.

Strinch glanced at Stark and said, "Yes, but it's not necessary."

Stark: "I don't care, you said it was surgical."

When he pushed open the inner compartment door again, he saw a circle made of candles on the ground, and Strange was drawing a complex magic circle on the ground with chalk.

The two looked at each other, and Strand said lightly, "You're right, it's surgery."

Stark: "..."

"Help me bring Mr. Warden." Strange said to Batman and Stark standing outside. Batman is still wearing a battle suit, but Stark has changed into a uniform. After all, many people saw them come in and out, and what went in was a Batman, and it turned out to be Wayne, as if to hint at something.

The two carried the unconscious prison governor into the cubicle. In order to avoid inaccurate scan results, he just asked the doctor-the one who did not draw the magic circle-to conduct a thorough examination for Mr. Warden, lest he suffer any brain damage before he can wake up.

But the results were the same as before. The doctor looked confused with the report results and seemed to be in a difficult position in his career.

"Mr. Stark, I ..." He was about to say something, but Stark sighed. "I see. It's healthy."

Doctors:"?"

Fortunately, he was not alone.