Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

The sheriff was slightly surprised.

"How do you know?" His face quickly became serious, and he pressed his holster on his right hand. "We immediately went to the police when we received the wire report. At this time, we just arrived at the scene-confirmed that there was someone in the underground coffin and was preparing for rescue jobs."

Zhang Dianyu was slightly silent.

"I suggest you give it a little," he said, "because the clown was locked in by me, so of course I know."

The sheriff pulled the gun out sharply and lifted it flat to Zhang Dianyu: "You are locked in? Who else is at the scene?"

Zhang Dianyu glanced at Stark watching the drama next to him, and then said, "There is also Iron Man."

Stark froze slightly, and put his hands down on his chest.

He must also carry this pot together? But he thought about it again, indeed, the pit was dug by Mr. Fergus and filled by Mr. Warden, but he was the clown's vent—wait, what about the vent?

He stared dumbfounded at the holographic scan of the mask, and yelled at the sheriff, "Get out!"

The sheriff jumped and hurried to the side, looking nervously at the ground. The policemen at the scene drew their guns at them and looked around the scene.

But nothing happened.

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

He glanced at Stark, and Stark looked back.

"Hold your hands where I can see, and lie on the ground!" This is a suburban area. The state police from nearby immediately interrupted their staring and planned to step forward to catch someone.

Zhang Dianyu didn't expect Stark's criticism to be too good, not much better than Batman.

When there is no accident, there will always be someone screaming wildly at his passing figure from the sky, but once the spear of a little accident points at him, people will immediately put on another face.

It seems that the owner of power is inherently carrying a dangerous label.

That's right.

"No," Stark said, "you can't catch me again."

The police at the scene were silent for a few seconds, and the muzzle turned to Zhang Dianyu.

Zhang Dianyu: "?"

He could only raise his hands, otherwise the police had the right to shoot in this situation.

"I helped bury ..." Stark said slowly in a suspicious gaze, "--the vent that let the clown live." He sneered, "otherwise he is dead now, you can Only one body was dug up. "

"--Isn't that better!" The reporter in the distance still didn't leave, even eavesdropping on their conversation.

Finally, a policeman walked over and arrested him directly on the grounds of obstruction of law enforcement, and stuffed him into the police car.

Zhang Dianyu frowned slightly, looking at the underground displayed on the game panel. The bloodline of the clown is no longer down, and there seems to be signs of recovery.

This proves that the air has entered the coffin, and he may wake up later-of course, it is more useful to dig out and transport oxygen. But if his brain breaks into a fool because of it, Zhang Dianyu is also happy.

For things that cannot be done with excessive sedatives, air may be okay.

Before the clown was awake, Zhang Dianyu canceled his skill status so that the clown could be dug up and taken away by the police.

1/5 of his mission to hunt down prisoners should be stable.

"So," Zhang Dianyu glanced at Stark and said to the police in front of him, "Can we leave?"

The leading police officer frowned and raised a hand to signal the others to put down the gun.

"Sir, you have to go back with me to make a note."

"Or ask my artificial intelligence steward," Stark was very dissatisfied. "It can even go to shareholder meetings for me, and it is more like me than me."

Zhang Dianyu: Is it really appropriate to say such things publicly?

But the police officer on the opposite side stared at him, listening to the sound from the headphones, his face slowly becoming dignified.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Stark." He tried his best to stabilize his voice. "You still need to go with us for a long time."

Stark glared at him: "Don't think I don't know the subtext of this sentence is 'We will destroy you all day'."

The officer looked at him: "I hope you can cooperate, Iron Man."

Two hours later, something never imagined happened.

Zhang Dianyu's head was cold, sitting on the bench in the detention room, next to him was the Iron Man in the armor, and opposite him ... the clown.

I knew that he should really find a way to stay Batman.

The clown bent on one leg and stepped on the bench. He looked at the two people across from each other with a smile.

Zhang Dianyu felt that he should really let the sheriff step on his ventilation holes for a while.

"Mr. Fergus ... this is your name, isn't it?" The clown asked, licking the corner of his mouth.

Zhang Dianyu watched the nose, pretended not to hear.

"SHIT," Stark next to him said angrily, "We have been waiting for this session for more than an hour."

Give him a reason not to bomb the detention room on the spot?

Zhang Dianyu couldn't help but glance at him. Stark was sitting on the bench in his armor, and he looked very violent. But he agreed to come in as a compromise, and no one dared to let him disarm.

But this is not a bad thing, after all, they are sitting opposite the clown.

However, staying in the same detention cell as the clown-this is a bit ridiculous.

Zhang Dianyu couldn't help but lick his lips and asked Stark: "At the weight of your armor, sitting on this bench without crushing it, are you zamabu?"

Stark: "?"

His anger was broken for a moment.

After a moment, Stark said, "I think I believe Mr. Warden is the student you taught."

Zhang Dianyu was at a loss.

"I didn't," Stark said. "Actually, the armor kept this position, and I sat in ..."

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

Stark: "........."

The clown started to beat his knees with a smile: "Oh, I think I started to like you, Mr. Fergus?"

Zhang Dianyu paused slightly, looked at the clown, his face dignified: "You're a bit heavy-mouthed-incredible."

Stark glanced at him.

Even if you are quite self-knowledged about yourself, you should not be so ruthless?

But he had to admit that the clown really sounded serious. Mr. Fergus' bald head still reflected the cool white light above his head, and he could speak.

"Mr. Stark," some policemen finally came over, the tone was polite, "Lieutenant Colonel Rhodes is waiting for you outside, you have twenty minutes to talk."

Stark didn't speak, but the eyebrows in the armor puckered.

"twenty minutes?"

He was taken to a small, narrow room with only one table and two chairs-a little better than it looked at the interrogation, at least not two policemen sitting opposite him.

Stark spread his hands, and the mask opened to reveal a handsome face with deep dissatisfaction: "Seriously? Shouldn't I just be released on bail?"

"And the headline-Tony, what are you doing?" A black man wearing an air force uniform and a lieutenant colonel's epaulet was facing away from the door in the room. "When I received your call, I returned to Los Angeles. I thought you wanted to invite me to recall the past and spend a wonderful holiday-I was planning to reject you? "

"No," Stark said, "you won't refuse me."

"Oh, I will definitely refuse you, you can try." Lieutenant Colonel Rhodes said.

"I refuse." Stark walked over to the chair, leaning on the back of the chair and was about to do it. Hesitated to give up the idea and stood directly at the table.

"To be honest, Roddy-what's going on, the state policeman who came in just now said that I only have twenty minutes to talk? Didn't you come to bail me?"

"I was originally. I also brought your card." Lieutenant Colonel Rhodes frowned, "but I don't know. The notification I received was-I hope you can cooperate with the police and be temporarily transferred. Go to the nearby prison and wait ... "He made an incomprehensible expression,"-'Special trial'? "

Stark and Lieutenant Colonel Rhodes both showed puzzling expressions.

"What is this, am I a criminal like a clown?" Stark said, "because I helped bury a criminal?"

"Oh, I didn't mention this in the report I received." Lieutenant Colonel Rhodes said, "It says-you hijacked an ambulance."

Stark: "I did indeed-no, I did not hijack, they are still applauding inside!"

Lieutenant Colonel Rhodes gave him a glance and silently raised his palm and took a few shots: "Well, it's you."

Stark was helpless about the yin and yang of his best friend, as if he had risen like a puffer fish.

"To be honest, I'm not going to listen to you-can you see it, I'm going to leave now." Stark raised his arms, "Sorry, did someone stop me?"

Lieutenant Colonel Rhodes stared at him for a while: "Well, Tony, you are right. But even if you can lift your legs away-what about your associates?"

"Companion?" Tony repeated one side unhappy.

Lieutenant Colonel Rhodes was a little helpless: "Just you, your friend, or whatever-he is going to be locked up with the clown, or you plan to take him away, are you going to die together?"

"Oh, you mean Mr. Fergus." Tony grinned. "You may not know he's actually ... Forget it, let me clarify, I won't be desperate with a bald old man."

He thought about it, maybe no one has mentioned Mr. Fergus' superpowers so far, so this matter is a good thing for the government to keep secrets.

He didn't even intend to tell Fury.

Stark returned to the detention room and greeted Mr. Fergus' slightly opened mouth. The clown was tortured on the other side of the detention cell, but in the twenty minutes he was away, he did not try to cause trouble.

Perhaps he felt that after losing the baby "toys" in the purple trench coat, Mr. Fergus's ability was indeed a threat?

Mr. Fergus seemed puzzled that he really came back.

"Uh ..." the bald older man scratched his only hair. "I thought you would blow up their interrogation room." He shook his head.

Listen, is this like what a former legal defender said?

But Mr. Fergus's reaction is somewhat familiar-I don't know why, Stark always feels weird.

Ten minutes later, they got on the prison car transferred to prison together.

The bumpy journey didn't seem to be far away. When the back door opened, the three people who were taken out of the prison car were silent at the same time.

It ’s simply not familiar here anymore?

Just like going home?