Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

Zhang Dianyu nodded his head in agreement and said nothing more. Before leaving, the nurse told them that she could ring the bedside bell and walked out of the room.

The two sat on the side sofa waiting for Mr. Fergus to wake up.

According to the nurse, it should not be too long.

Zhang Dianyu turned on the TV and watched for a while, and found that the noisy news could not wake up Mr. Vogels, and turned to look at the side donation brochure.

Stark watched his eyes grow brighter, feeling cold behind.

"Mr. Warden?" He felt that he had to say something, otherwise the brain that the warden had just grown would be used to secretly kill the retired elderly.

However, the warden read the booklet so fascinatingly that he didn't even find Stark calling him.

Stark couldn't help but glanced at the probe, and found that there was nothing special on it, nothing more than some ordinary propaganda.

He couldn't help but glance at Mr. Fergus.

Zhang Dianyu looked at the brochure for a while and couldn't help thinking about the prisoner's grave. Every deceased prisoner and employee can add a coffin place to the prison, but ... their remains will be buried in it.

This is very troublesome.

Zhang Dianyu just wanted to change the coffin into a confinement room, but it was too much for people to live with the body.

If these prisoners have signed the consent form for the donation of the remains, this matter will become much easier.

Zhang Dianyu thought for a moment and tucked the brochure into the pocket of his coat.

Stark was dumbfounded.

He turned to see Stark's expression, and was also surprised: "Mr. Stark, do you look mentally ill? Because you haven't slept all night?"

Stark said hardly: "Mr. Warden looks spirited ... not too good." Or rather abnormal.

He thought for a while and tentatively asked, "Are you going out for a breakfast together? With the armor on, there shouldn't be too much time on the road."

Zhang Dianyu shook his head: "I'm here waiting for Mr. Fergus to wake up, and then I will go back to prison."

He went to the town where the funeral parlour was, and was very disappointed. His interest in the outside world gradually disappeared.

What if the scenes of this world are real? He is more inclined to send the criminals who smash the closed doors every day as soon as possible.

Stark grinned-he was afraid that Mr. Fergus would wake up and there would not be much chance in the future.

"The doctor said that Mr. Fergus still needs rest. You might as well take the opportunity to take a holiday, Mr. Warden?"

Zhang Dianyu gave him a strange look: "No, he doesn't need it-there is a treatment needle back to prison to help him recover, I think he can even leave now."

Stark: "..."

On the surface, Mr. Fergus is out of danger, but in fact it is now the real danger.

"But he is still in a coma," Zhang Dianyu paused. "Maybe I can ask you to do me a favor?"

Stark replied in a moment of hesitation: "Of course-but did you forget that the clown is still trapped in the coffin. The news on Batman's side said that someone had called the police nearby and he should not be able to stay for long."

Having said that, Stark always feels that in the current situation, the news of "Batman Budding the Clown Alive" will make headlines around the world tomorrow.

Zhang Dianyu nodded reluctantly.

To be honest, he hopes that he can unblock the clown alone, because he still needs to switch to the role of Mr. Fergus-that is, if he does not tie the warden to the side, he may want to think Way to catch up.

This is outrageous.

At this moment, he found that Mr. Fergus' fingers exposed outside the quilt moved slightly, as if there were signs of awakening.

Zhang Dianyu stood up swiftly, walked in front of Mr. Fergus, and tentatively said, "Mr. Fergus?"

The character panel in front of me expanded, and Mr. Fergus's character finally became optional.

But Stark was still nearby, letting him see the peculiar behavior of the warden on hook, and the vest might not be able to keep it.

Of course this will not work.

He saw Mr. Fergus slowly open his turbid tan eyes, still looking at him expressionlessly, pretending to listen, bending slightly over his ears.

Mr. Fergus said nothing.

Zhang Dianyu nodded.

He said, "I understand, Mr. Stark, we can start now."

Stark: "?"

Do you have to fight like a warden?

Zhang Dianyu continued: "Please send Mr. Vogels to prison later-it has been all night. I need to go back to the prison affairs. Mr. Vogels thinks he can do the next thing alone."

Stark realized that he finally had the opportunity to be alone with Fergus. This was the opportunity that Fury said they were-but Mr. Fergus had just awakened from excessive blood loss, and was so weak that he struggled to walk, and he couldn't give up.

Moreover, this time he also controlled the clown.

This is the first time they have learned that Mr. Fergus has superpowers-maybe no supernatural powers can be used in prison, but also one of his powers?

The warden is still looking at him, waiting for his reply.

Stark could only nod his head: "I will send Mr. Fergus back."

Zhang Dianyu also pretended to nod seriously.

In the next second, the viewing angle switches.

The warden's expression on the phone did not change. He released Mr. Fergus's hand and turned and walked out of the ward without causing Stark's suspicion.

Zhang Dianyu looked up at the ceiling, feeling dizzy and dizzy.

It turned out that there was such a feeling after awakening too much blood-he now feels that his body was hollowed out, and the weakness from nowhere knows to fill up his whole person, but he can only pull his hand with a strong support Infusion needle on the table.

Not as simple as in the movie, he grinned over the back of his hand.

Mr. Stark suddenly lost his words. Facing Fergus, he had to be vigilant.

But he couldn't help but pointed to the head of the bed: "Mr. Vogels, we can actually ring the nurse over."

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

He wanted to dismantle the messy lines on his body, and finally reached out enough for the bedside bell-it was too complicated.

After listening to his request, the nurse showed an incredible look, and then said that she would take the doctor first.

The doctor is a balding middle-aged man who looks like a twin brother of Fergus.

"I don't recommend that you leave now--"

After being rejected by the nurse, Zhang Dianyu successfully pulled another inexplicable tube from his body.

The doctor was startled: "Pull him, Alice."

The nurse finally came forward.

Stark looked at it all in a stunned manner, and after only two of them were left in the ward, he couldn't help but ask, "Do you have to go back to the cemetery in such a hurry, Mr. Vogels?"

"You don't think that when Batman leaves, I will let the clown stay there alone." Zhang Dianyu said in a tone of accusation, "He is very dangerous, this is what I asked Mr. Warden to push him into the coffin and bury it The reason-I believe he will break free of my ... ability. "

Stark asked: "Is this your superpower, Mr. Fergus? What about ... the prison?"

Zhang Dianyu couldn't really answer this question, only to stare at Stark deliberately.

He lifted the quilt and climbed out of bed, almost lying on the ground almost a step on the ground.

The doctor was right, he really should rest here-or go back to the prison and get a treatment needle to resurrect in situ.

He took out his blood-stained brown-grey trench coat from the closet of the ward and put it on the outside of the sick suit.

Because he felt that he no longer had the strength to change clothes, he just wanted to deal with the clown quickly, and then returned to prison to discuss again.

What's more, the warden is hanging on the road in California mentally, with blood stains on his clothes. I do n’t know if I will be caught by a mounted police in violation of traffic rules, or if I meet bad guys with bad intentions.

Zhang Dianyu thought about his empty pocket with only a credit card, and felt that it should not be too much.

"Then we can start, Mr. Stark." Zhang Dianyu felt cold again, "Thank you."

Stark nodded.

To be honest, Mr. Fergus looks no better than the prison. He was wearing a windbreaker soaked in blood and scabs outside his sick suit, like a perverted murderer coming out of the B-level film.

Stark: "..."

He suddenly felt that this scene would allow reporters to see that it may be more than Batman who made the headlines tomorrow.

He must also carry this pot together.

The steel suit can adapt to anyone's body shape, and it can completely cover the user's body-and will not protrude a belly on the suit, Stark happily thought.

Fortunately, he thought about this while eating donuts when he designed the suit.

The two quickly returned to the cemetery, and the police car had enclosed the area, with a yellow cordon around them.

A reporter tried to take pictures from outside and was stopped by the sheriff.

But no one would stop Iron Man. The golden-red armor fell heavily on the ground and stepped on the soft lawn.

There are still a lot of blood stains here, indicating that the unbelievable events have been experienced not long ago.

"Sir, Mr. Stark?" A sheriff took off his hat and looked a little bald. "We received an anonymous report saying that the clown was buried in an underground coffin-who can do this? Things. "

"Someone said that Batman was seen nearby," the reporter stabbed the recorder outside the cordon. "Mr. Police Officer, did he bury the clown? Is anyone hunting him?"

The sheriff put on a hat and appeared serious, ignoring the reporter.

In front of him, the golden-red armor suddenly opened, revealing an older man who was more bald than him, wearing a brown-grey coat outside his medical uniform and walking straight to the tombstone surrounded by police.

The sheriff's lips trembled for a moment: "Mr. Stark?"

The next armor opened next, Stark rolled his eyes at the sky and spread his hands: "Mr. Police Officer, do you have any questions?"

Sheriff: "..."

He was silent for a moment, and continued: "We can only be sure that there is a person buried underneath, Mr. Stark." He hesitated for a moment, "If he is really a clown ..."

Obviously not so easy to deal with.

"Everything is under control." Stark said, thinking about it or putting it back in the armor.

Mr. Fergus's appearance was clearly not convincing-nor could he be convinced. He now began to think that Mr. Fergus might not be much normal than Mr. Warden, otherwise there would not be so many suspicions.

All in all, he should still wear a suit to ensure that nothing will happen.

Zhang Dianyu approached the tomb and checked his skill bar, showing that the skill was still in use, and the target did not break free.

On his game panel, the clown was still curled up in the coffin, but it seemed to no longer move, the blood bar also appeared red, and it felt like he was dying.

This is very strange, he must dig a look.

Maybe this is the clown's trick, trying to deceive him to directly cancel the skill control and start his counterattack-but there are so many policemen and sheriffs here, and there is also an Iron Man, can he really succeed?

Zhang Dianyu glanced at the sheriffs next to him, wondering why they didn't start digging graves, and decided to do it by themselves—the shovel he left was still on the side.

He picked up the shovel on the ground and plunged it into the soft soil.

The ground here has been dug twice in just over ten hours, and now it is much easier.

As soon as the shovel touched the ground, he discovered where the problem was.

The sheriff just stepped on the vent left for the clown, not knowing how long he stood there, so that the life value of the clown continued to decline.

"... Let's let?" Zhang Dianyu said to the sheriff.

"No, sir, please put down the shovel!" The sheriff's face was incredible. "You are destroying the scene."

Zhang Dianyu slowly made a question mark.

"But the clown is not dead yet?"