Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

Zhang Dianyu sighed.

The thought of the prison's current financial situation made him look dark, and even wanted to install an ostrich and live here.

But I don't know why, he felt it was impossible. As if there was a force pushing him, telling him that he had to go back to prison.

Zhang Dianyu didn't have much spirit of inquiry, no matter why it was, the conclusion was the same-he had to go back and clean up the mess.

Also bring with you the former Chief Warden.

Zhang Dianyu shrank into the quilt. In the eyes of these people, it is too tiring to decorate the two corners.It is best to wait for them to leave. He went to Stark to perform a bitter drama, and then took Mr. Balds Fergus back to prison Go inside.

The rest is not something they can manage, he has the final say in prison anyway.

"Must not let Mr. Warden go back now," meanwhile, next door, Fury also took a picture. "Otherwise, it would be inconvenient for everyone there."

"... It's not necessarily, it's actually very convenient." Stark interjected. "If you go a few more times, you will find that it is full of freedom, as the warden said."

Fury looked at him like he was crazy.

Batman: "..."

Strange was silent for a moment: "... really."

"Look," Stark let out a hand, "you can go anywhere in prison, you can even escape at will-but not now." He raised his chin proudly, "if anyone hasn't noticed yet, I can help remind you that this problem was solved by me not long ago. "

"Your contract with Mr. Warden was forced to be terminated." Fury pointed out, "Just last night, do you remember? A large number of prisoners escaped, and the one you signed with the Warden will guarantee the escape rate below 5% The contract for the provision of riot gear for the guards is no longer possible. "

Stark's smile faded.

"Bana is acting in charge of prison affairs at this time, so you won't see the prisoner go as he wants." Fry said coldly, "Wait until Mr. Warden returns to discover this, do you think?"

"I can sign this contract again ..." Stark said dryly.

"You have to make sure that Mr. Warden is willing," Fury said. "He even owes you a penalty."

Stark: "..."

I don't know why, as a creditor, he felt a little guilty.

Zhang Dianyu slowed down next door for a while, but she couldn't lie down on the bed. She just got out of bed slowly, and she was ready to explore the terrain first.

The old warden was still sitting aside indifferently.

This is a fairly spacious bedroom with a sofa and TV. The floor is not high, but if you want to escape from the window, it will take at least some work.

Moreover, under Stark's attention, he couldn't go anywhere even if he jumped the window.

In addition, on the right-hand side of the entrance, there seems to be a door leading to another room.

Zhang Dianyu, who had simply searched everywhere, pretended to put his hand on the doorknob inadvertently. Just before the door was opened, someone suddenly hurriedly pushed it in and pulled him from behind.

Zhang Dianyu couldn't help but loosen the door handle and tightened his clothes.

Don't **** harder, otherwise this wide surgical gown will fall off.

The man who came in was Stark, and he pushed him unsteadily to the bedside: "Mr. Warden, do you need to rest and still feel dizzy?"

Zhang Dianyu's face remained unchanged: "It's much better, I think I need to go down."

Stark: "No, you need to rest."

Zhang Dianyu: "No, I need to go down."

Stark: "..."

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

"Thank you for your interest in me, Mr. Stark." Zhang Dianyu smiled slowly.

Stark: "..."

They hadn't expected that Mr. Warden would suddenly wake up, and the vacant cloakroom next door was still arranged like a

A cult scene.

When they found that the warden began to walk around the room, they even observed for a while and discussed whether the warden returned to the original circle, until he found his hand on the door handle of the compartment.

Stark rushed out, and Strange entered through the portal to clean up the mess.

Now the warden seemed to be hinting that he knew he was being monitored.

Stark thought desperately, and he would later inform Mr. Warden that he had become his creditor.

Obviously there were so many people involved in the incident, but he was the only one carrying it.

"Actually, I'm really sorry." Stark stretched out his hand. "We are very worried about your state when you are drowsy, so in addition to being equipped with a nurse, we have also set up videos to monitor everything in the room. You are awake, and I think these can also be removed by the workers. "

Zhang Dianyu pointed slightly at the corner of his mouth and nodded slowly, seemingly to express his approval.

But it's not.

This is a complete nonsense-monitoring this thing has been turned off for a long time. Is the shutdown button off, and you have to come to the room to disassemble the camera.

Stark saw an unclear smile on Mr. Warden, and then lazily leaned on the bed and said to him, "I am very grateful for the help of several gentlemen. If they have not left, I hope to have a chance Express gratitude."

Zhang Dianyu looked at Stark intently, hoping that several others had already left.

Stark smiled comfortably: "Don't worry, Mr. Warden, you can wait until your body recovers-they will also stay here for a while, as a rare old friend ... Party. "

Zhang Dianyu: "?"

Not only will they not leave, but will they stay?

You Iron Man and Batman have become good friends, who do you lie to?

Zhang Dianyu felt tired and could only grasp Mr. Fergus's hand and fall into autism. It seems that his superb acting has not eliminated the doubts of the other party, they still have to take this opportunity to explore it.

Between contributing his own secrets and selling Mr. Fergus to go back to the pot, Zhang Dianyu swayed.

Zhang Dianyu said suddenly, "Mr. Stark, thank you for your timely help last night-but there is still a mess in the prison waiting for me to deal with it, and I think I should express my gratitude to Batman for now Go to prison. "

Stark looked at Mr. Warden. Perhaps what he saw last night was lingering in his mind. A large pool of blood on the ground was dazzling. He always felt that the medical report showed that all indicators were normal. Mr. Warden looked with a lingering tiredness, and his face seemed a little pale.

He also pulled the old warden sitting next to him: "I plan to take Mr. Fergus back to hire a consultant, and he has agreed."

Stark followed his gaze and the old warden did not seem to refute, and his face was as calm as ever.

Let the two stay together-this situation is the last thing that several people want to discuss, and he should stop it.

But even if it wasn't for this reason that the warden returned to the prison now, he still felt a little worried.

He remembered Mr. Warden sitting at his desk smiling, gazing at the golden brown whiskey in the glass, and saying to him in a nightmare tone-"all this is just a game."

He hasn't told anyone about this. But that madman clown's favorite is this set of rhetoric, which is what worries him.

Eventually the warden chose to face the clown alone, apparently still immersed in the death news of Sycostone.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Warden, but you'd better be able to rest here for a while." Stark slowed his tone. "There's some confusion in the prison now."

When Zhang Dianyu heard this sentence, she felt that her stomach was sinking, her body was unwell, her back was cold, and her eyes were dark.

He couldn't control his tone: "That's why I have to go back now!"

Although he remembered that he did not have the option of "conditions of failure" at first, it stands to reason that the prison should not be declared bankrupt due to a fiscal deficit.

, Causing the game to fail-but he did not open the staff needs, these pixel villains also asked him for a dormitory.

He now always wondered if his hair would fall like the old warden.

In order to avoid the tragedy above his head, from now on he does not plan to fantasize about being able to log out of the game and drive away the clowns-every time he will face a dilemma of poverty, which makes him breathless.

After much deliberation, he can only work hard to make money.

Zhang Dianyu stood up and sat up straight. He looked at Stark, saying, "This is my prison. Mr. Stark, no matter what happened, I must be with it, understand?"

Stark was silent. He opened his mouth but said nothing.

"At least tell me how it is now." Zhang Dianyu couldn't open the game panel here. According to his speculation, because it is not within the scope of the prison, a map of the prison cannot be seen. And outside the prison is not in the scope of the game, so he can not even open the game panel.

"The gun arsenal and nearby buildings have been affected, but the construction team is stepping up its time to rebuild-the problem is the lack of some building materials, but this morning the truck has sent low-cost building materials." Stark welcomed the prison With long eyes, he said all the news he had learned so far.

Low-cost building materials?

Zhang Dianyu pondered for a moment, then understood where these things came from.

He nodded, his expression softened slightly: "Thank you, Mr. Stark."

Stark looked a little embarrassed-this reaction was not common to him, and Zhang Dianyu frowned.

"Actually, the deaths and injuries in the prison are not serious," Stark said haltingly, "due to--you know, excellent treatment conditions."

Zhang Dianyu: "?" This Stark really talked, obviously an unreasonable treatment needle.

"So," Stark continued, "the prison's financial situation is not optimistic because of the large number of needles consumed-and because the number of prison breaks exceeds the subsidy terms you signed with Stark Industries, You also have to pay a penalty. "

Zhang Dianyu slowly looked up at Stark.

Stark: "..."

Zhang Dianyu took a deep breath, and couldn't help but tighten her fingers, and her knuckles turned pale due to excessive force.

In other words, is he in deficit now?