Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

Stark: "..."

Strange had opened his eyes and glanced at him lightly: "You don't believe it?"

"I believe it," Stark said. "In fact, I've seen people who have no soul but look like real people ... artificial intelligence," he snapped at the air, "greeted Dr. Strange. ? "

An inorganic electronic sound came out of the speaker next to it: "Hello, Dr. Stranger."

Strinch: "..."

"I want to correct you. I'm talking about consciousness, not soul, but forget it." He rolled his eyes.

Stark paced in the room in contemplation: "So, what do you think Mr. Warden is ...?"

Strinch slowly raised his head and looked at him. Stark couldn't help stopping.

"Human beings," said Strange, "in a biological sense."

Stark stood in his arms and stood with a thoughtful expression.

"But," Strinch continued, "we know now that he is not."

Stark thought for a moment: "Then I try to accept it-if there are no humans in this prison, then what is trying to supervise these super criminals?"

Strange shook his head slowly, without answering.

After a moment, he slowly said, "Maybe there is another."

Stark understood: "Mr. Fergus."

The two eyes met, and they seemed to have reached a silent consensus.

Outside the door, Zhang Dianyu felt that if the old prison warden had hemorrhoids under Batman's subtle eyes, if he had any.

Fortunately, he can interpret this as anxiety caused by worrying about the warden.

He couldn't help but raise his wrist to look at the time, it has been more than an hour-is this a look at his head or a kidney change?

Just when Zhang Dianyu couldn't help getting up again, the shield door finally opened.

He immediately stood up and rushed over, and found that the dark-haired young man lying in the middle of the instrument also slowly opened his eyes, and seemed to be unaffected by anything. He sat up and wanted to continue to go out.

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

He felt that if he wanted to be criticized, he might have to change back and wear clothes first.

"That's it, Mr. Fergus," he turned around, and saw Mr. Stark's unscrupulous smirk. "The doctor thinks Mr. Warden may just be in a coma for a long time and lose a little time ——It's not a big problem. It should be a good night's sleep. "

Zhang Dianyu slowly cast a question mark.

Just a moment ago, they didn't let themselves go, and they changed their tone in a blink of an eye?

He immediately thought of a possibility and whispered nervously: "Mr. Warden, do you feel OK?"

Spreading the character panel before his eyes, he was relieved.

He even thought that Stark had done some black technology and replaced the warden with a biochemical robot or something-but since the character panel is still there, it means that the warden is still on hook.

This is weird.

Zhang Dianyu hesitated, but handed it back temporarily. In any case, he couldn't let the on-hook warden go back to the prison to ruin his reputation.

This is not appropriate, so how can he stand before the prisoner.

But I didn't expect everything to go smoothly. Stark even asked if he needed to send him and Mr. Fergus back to prison, making Zhang Dianyu wonder if they really had a problem in their minds.

But in this case, he does not need to exchange back.

The feeling of being slightly cold above my head is actually not very good.

"Apart from that, Mr. Warden," Stark suddenly turned back and said, "I should get your consent for one thing-but then you were in a coma and unconscious, so I will make my own claim Bring him back for treatment. "

He looked at Zhang Dianyu: "Hannibal Lecter was in the confinement room next to the clown at that time. It seemed to have been affected a little. When we arrived, we were already in danger.

The needle in the prison was used up, so we had to bring him back for treatment. "

Zhang Dianyu looked in shock at the ogre who was led to the door and smiled at him in shackles.

Although Stark is not far from the prison here and walks for a maximum of ten minutes-but thinking about it with shoes, I also know that it is impossible for Lecter not to get involved in this short journey!

"So," Stark said, "I think I should still take you back with Mr. Fergus, shouldn't I?"

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

He couldn't answer that.

But Stark didn't usually go to jail any less, which was nothing.

"Injecting you with anesthesia is really helpless, Mr. Warden." Zhang Dianyu's voice suddenly came from behind him, "I hope you can understand."

Zhang Dianyu was lost in thought.

No wonder the prison governor just lay down obediently on the bed of the testing instrument. It turned out that Strange still had this hand.

"Do you remember what happened just now?" Strange asked. "But rest assured, you are in a good state of mind. In addition, Mr. Stark purposely waited for me at the gate of the prison to tell me that you might need some help I will be here. "

Zhang Dianyu nodded pretending to be deep, didn't answer any questions, and didn't mention that Strange's place was 320 silver-free.

A chuck came from the door.

Liket smiled: "The blue tie is a perfect match for you, Mr. Warden."

Zhang Dianyu slowly glanced at him and smiled slightly.

Fareless talk, go back to confinement.

"Does breakfast still have an appetite?" Leckett asked slowly and slowly.

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

Maybe it was his sudden froze that proved his mood at the moment, and Leckett's face faintly showed a little joy: "Don't worry, Mr. Warden, I can't find my favorite in Iron Man's kitchen. Ingredients."

Zhang Dianyu put on a blazer with Stark's assistant, cold-faced—surprisingly, this is a rather serious brown-gray suit, not an ironclad aesthetic product, even with his wardrobe The heap is a bit like.

He glanced at the ogre standing at the door, then nodded at Stark, "Then you are troubled, Mr. Stark."

What Zhang Dianyu didn't expect was that Stark drove a helicopter to take them to the opposite side of the prison for such a short distance.

"Wow," Stark said, watching the sparse woods at the foot of the helicopter. "Mr. Warden, I just realized that you bought the land opposite ...?"

Zhang Dianyu bet that what he first wanted to say was a "junkyard."

After all, even now, the entrance and exit of the opposite plot of land is still used as a garbage dump. The black garbage bag is hidden in the middle of the new saplings, revealing a smell of vitality.

But "I found it" was obviously a fart, Stark just wanted to know what he was going to do opposite.

Zhang Dianyu looked at the middle of a large piece of wasteland planted with sparse saplings, where there was a small square square house just completed by the engineering team yesterday--that is, what a secret mutant juvenile criminal correction center.

He leaned on his seat without changing his face, raising his voice slightly in the roar of the helicopter: "Yes, that's a new wood and a warehouse for wood."

Stark looked over and Zhang Dianyu smiled slightly. "Planting trees is always a good thing, not to mention wood is also very useful."

"Of course." Stark answered dryly, apparently not convinced.

I don't know why, since he just "awakened" just now, he always felt Stark looked at him strangely, as if he would transform at any time.

The helicopter landed outside the prison, Stark walked first, and then Lektor in shackles.

At the same time, guards have come to the prison to respond, and put the ogres in prison without expressing a word.

Zhang Dianyu, who got off the plane, fell into silence.

Just fly by helicopter

When he entered the prison, approaching the wall, he found that his game panel began to flash. This made him feel nostalgic for a long time-even though it was actually less than a day.

He opened the game panel, and before he could see the damage of the building on the map, he was surprised by the total assets above and fell into silence.

Stark escorted him back to the office. The guards were rushing along the way. They stopped to salute when passing by, but no one found anomalies, and no one knew that their warden nearly died.

Zhang Dianyu walked into the hall of the chief warden's office and saw a missing door frame, and couldn't help but smile a little.

Stark at the side glanced at the scene, and couldn't help showing doubts, and quickly put away.

Banner was sitting in Zhang Dianyu's usual position, pulling her hair against a stack of documents. He looked up when he heard the footsteps, and when he saw Zhang Dianyu, his face changed and changed, and there was a gloom in his joy.

"Mr. Warden, why are you ... coming back so soon?" He glanced at Stark, who was behind him, stood up and turned around from behind his desk, looking at Zhang Dianyu from head to toe, and then wondering He glanced silently at Mr. Fergus, "Is this what Mr. Stark has said about the former Warden Ferguson?"

Mr. Fergus looked indifferent, and did not seem to answer.

Stark answered for him: "Yes, he is the former Warden Fergus and his teacher."

Zhang Dianyu suddenly said, "It is Mr. Stark who specially invited the teacher over. I am very grateful."

Stark almost wanted to answer "I'm not that I don't have more than me alone", but he chose to squeeze a hard smile.

"My name is Bruce Banner. I'm ... a prisoner, number 501001." Banner said with a grin, "Hello, Mr. Fergus."

However, Mr. Fergus didn't mean to say hello, but just looked at him coldly.

Banner had to retract his outstretched hand.

Zhang Dianyu is not in a good mood to talk to them now. He just wants to drive everyone out and then study how to reverse the fiscal deficit.

However, Stark made his resignation before he spoke, and he nodded in response: "I have a discussion with Mr. Fergus and I will not give it away."

Banner: "I can send Mr. Stark away."

After the two went out of the warden's office, Banner could not help asking: "Tony, I don't think Mr Warden should come back so soon."

Stark patted his shoulder calmly: "Don't worry, he has nothing to do with the prisoner, Secostone, and won't be affected."

Banner was incredible.