Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

This scene is a bit weird.

Zhang Dianyuqiang calmly motioned for Warren's guard to put the dinner plate on the desk, and then let him take off the guard's coat.

He saw the faint smile on the ogre's face disappeared.

Then he hung the guard coat on the wall.

I do n’t know if it ’s a cleaner or a prisoner in labor. Every time I cleaned the office, I threw the suit jacket he used to cover the big hole. The expensive price of the suit was shown in the running water, so Zhang Dianyu saw it. Want to faint.

Sooner or later, he will find this simple appropriation and deduct his salary.

Immediately he turned to the Warren guard and said smoothly: "You can leave ... wait," he discovered that the Warren guard was wearing a gardener's light green overalls and shirt under the guard uniform, "What's the matter with you?" ? "He pointed to Warren's clothing.

"Report to the warden, this is my night job, you have not dismissed my gardener's duties." Warren replied salutingly.

Zhang Dianyu: "..." Sorry, he forgot.

But Warren doesn't seem to be unwilling, and planting trees can generate income.

Zhang Dianyu glanced at the total prison assets above and nodded pretentiously, pretending to ignore the matter: "You can go out."

Guard Warren left.

Zhang Dianyu glanced at the steaming meal on the desk and walked straight across it into the back bedroom.

This was originally an accountant's office, but after the other employees moved to the south side of the psychiatric area and lived in the middle of the dormitory area, the office was perfectly designed, and the original office was vacated.

Zhang Dianyu finally had a bedroom.

I don't know why. Although he knew clearly that he should sleep on the bed, he didn't seem to feel anything bad on the sofa.

Zhang Dianyu mused with his tie skillfully.

The green staff door was slammed open, giving him a move, it was Stark — wearing a new light blue prison uniform.

Zhang Dianyu thought for a while, when did he have a prison uniform of this color in his prison? Why is he completely unimpressed? Is there this setting in the game?

I have to say that this prison uniform makes him look more like a cleaner.

"What the **** is going on?"

Stark burst out when he came in. He looked up to meet the warden and turned around, his face unchanged, carefully tie his tie, put on a brown-grey suit jacket, only to show the expression of listening.

He froze slightly.

After Mr. Warden put on the over-old-style suit, the young man with a cold look but carefully playing his dark red tie regularly seemed to disappear and became the familiar full-mouthed one. Warden.

"To be honest, I don't know, Mr. Stark." Zhang Dianyu looked at Stark and said sincerely, "But you are indeed wearing a prison uniform, which theoretically violates some legal provisions."

"I didn't, I just ..." Stark paused for a moment, "-went to the hospital and called an ambulance."

Zhang Dianyu frowned slightly: "Call?"

"I called someone," Stark said, "and then carried the ambulance to the scene."

"..." Zhang Dianyu had nothing to say, but he did it to help himself, and he also heard applause from the ambulance. He didn't believe that the people inside would call the police. "I'm very grateful, Mr. Stark, but I don't understand why-are you going to escape?"

Zhang Dianyu looked forward with anticipation.

If you want to skip it, can you help with a task?

He seriously thought about how to persuade Stark to go directly over four times, helping him to get the task of recovering the prisoner to 5/5.

Stark: "?"

He can't answer this question, is it fishing law enforcement? And the warden looks weird, seems even a little excited?

Even if he now wanted to rebel against Mr. Fergus, he could not overthrow everything that Fergus left behind, and even encourage prisoners to escape. Stark tasted it carefully, and felt that he should intervene in this matter.

Then he ... can't escape from prison?

Although he did intend to question the warden and then angrily summoned the war armor to fly directly back to his home in Malibu, to prove that he was ready to fight with the military-Rhodes was sent to persuade him not to resist, It can be seen that the principal behind the incident is in contact with the military.

Stark was silent for a moment, looking at Mr. Warden, who was seriously waiting for his answer, which made him feel almost out of breath.

"This is the case, Mr. Warden," he said as patiently as possible. "I don't think that as a good citizen, a public idol, or a superhero, you shouldn't jailbreak."

"Oh," unexpectedly the look on the warden's face disappeared quickly, and nodded at random, "Then go, I wish you a pleasant stay here."

Stark slowly made a question mark.

Is it true that Mr. Warden really wants to fish for law enforcement and wait for him to escape? Not long ago, he just responded to the call of the warden to help him treat Mr. Vogels, only to reach this stage!

Stark could n’t help but think about it, remembering why he first came here: “Mr. Warden—So, what ’s going on in the morgue?” He remembered when he was just put into the morgue by the guards Panic.

Zhang Dianyu glanced at Stark, opened the panel and reconfirmed the layout of the morgue cell-there are desks and bookshelves, and the shower room shared by the two cells is not luxurious?

"Then ... add another TV to you?" He looked at Stark.

Stark: "?"

Is this a TV problem? Does he look like someone with a TV addiction?

He sternly refused: "The point is that it was a morgue!" He paused and said, "I don't need a TV. I want to install a computer and be able to connect to the Internet."

The latter is what he needs, because the artificial intelligence tells him that the signal here is also often blocked, and it is still looking for the pattern.

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

But for Stark's reason that he was imprisoned, he can only meet this requirement as much as possible.

And as much as possible-Zhang Dianyu glanced at Stark silently: "The computer is very expensive and can provide a mobile phone."

Stark: "..." Where is the computer expensive?

Zhang Dianyu finally compromised and let the workers move the old-fashioned computer in his office to Stark's cell.

Stark stared dumbfounded at the action-like workers who came in and put the computer into the carton and moved away, and it didn't take long to remember what he wanted to say.

"... Is this really the case?" He looked at Mr. Warden's empty desk and even felt a trace of guilt.

Mr. Warden grabbed a thread: "Your network cable."

Stark: "..."

After he left the Warden's office in a trance, he remembered that he had forgotten the most important thing in this trip-he didn't want to live in a morgue?

However, this idea was dispelled after visiting the existing prison dorms. Perhaps the warden was right, the one in the morgue was indeed a luxury cell-but why he always felt something was wrong.

Stark was contemplative while sitting on the grandstand in the courtyard. It's not time to let go, so there are not many people in the courtyard. Only a few mental illnesses are learning yoga with Banner.

Stark looked at it carefully for a while, feeling Banner's helplessness, and suddenly felt his mood was much better.

He turned around and walked back to the dormitory in Area B, taking a walk in the messy prisoner's bed, wondering why he was here. Before leaving the small room in the State Police Office, Rhodes finally put away a joke and gave him peace of mind. He went to the military to check the news.

Stark gave him a question mark face.

It ’s impossible to go to jail, and it ’s impossible to go to jail in this life. As soon as he gets out of this door, he will fly back to the villa on the coast of Malibu and give everyone a slap in the face.

He was sitting on the only clean bed that looked nobody, thinking why he was still here.

"Stark, put your ass," a cold, sharp voice suddenly sounded on his head, and he slowly said in a commanded tone: "--lift it up."

He looked up and faced a face wearing monocles.

"Why?" Stark asked back.

"Because this is my bed." The slightly blessed, short man stood condescendingly and replied contemptuously.

Stark: "..."

"Lift your ass, or I will collapse it now."

"Sir, the metal grille was scanned under the mattress, and I couldn't penetrate the target to detect the objects below." Stark heard the sound of the smart housekeeper from the hidden headphones.

He stood up and spread his hands to a penguin who was shorter than himself in a moment: "You actually sleep in a prisoner's dormitory? I thought there was no one here-where did you get the metal grille and sleep on it? Do n’t you think it ’s hard? ”

The penguin looked contemptuously: "That warden will make the bed empty? Impossible. For a private prison, every berth is a sum of income." He paused. "Only you come in? Unfortunately, the old bat Not caught in. "

Stark: "?"

He rolled his eyes quickly: "I'm not like you scum, thank you. I didn't commit a crime, I just hijacked an ambulance."

Cobot sneered and raised his eyebrows: "Don't worry, this is a good start."

Stark: "...?"

Although Warframe was left in the morgue cell by him, many people have seen it before, so no one has touched his mold for the time being, including this penguin who doesn't know what conspiracy or tricks he is doing.

Stark left the dormitory in Area B and saw Mr. Warden talking with Banner in the courtyard, his footsteps stopped slightly.

Immediately afterwards, he saw the two pose a bizarre pose on the yoga mat at the same time.

Stark: "..." Mr. Warden is probably a virus.

In the courtyard, Zhang Dianyu watched Banner's yoga class for a while, until the other party finally raised his head a little bit reticently: "Mr. Warden, is there something wrong?"

I don't know what's going on. Just now he saw Stark wearing a light blue prisoner costume. In a blink of an eye, Mr. Warden came to watch him do yoga with mentally ill criminals.

Nothing else is important-being onlookers is really embarrassing.

Is this the new method the warden has come up with? Want to force him to follow him and let him go to the construction team?

This aroused his stubborn rebelliousness, and was about to say no, but heard Mr. Warden answer him.

"Oh, it's okay." Zhang Dianyu asked in contemplation, "I heard that yoga can develop the body's potential and make people more ... stronger?"

"Maybe ..." Banner's courage quickly leaked out, scratching her hair a bit awkwardly. "I didn't think about that ... another guy didn't need it very much."

Zhang Dianyu nodded in agreement, suddenly asked: "Can I join your yoga class?"

I don't know if this can help Mr. Fergus to become a real toilet king.

Banner looked puzzled.

However, a yoga mat was still allocated to give the warden a place among the mentally ill.

Zhang Dianyu took off his coat and put it aside, stepping into the middle of mental illness with restraint, looked at the magical movements of his two mentally distorted bodies, and fell into contemplation.

Banner closed his eyes and took a deep breath: "The first step in learning yoga is to understand its breathing method ..."

The two prisoners beside Zhang Dianyu also closed their eyes, posing in a more distorted posture, panting like two black bears going down the mountain.

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

He always felt like he had strayed into a cult scene.

He also closed his eyes and decided to drive the thought out of his mind.

"Mr. Warden," said Banner's voice, "please raise your legs and raise your arms above your head--"

Zhang Dianyu tried it and tried to remain serious and asked, "Doctor, what is the role of this action?"

After thinking for a while, Banner said a little embarrassedly: "... can I help you exercise your hips?"

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

Why did Dr. Banner want to teach his mentally ill prisoner to exercise his hips? Is this appropriate?

The bathroom is not safe anymore. The prisoners are still under the supervision of the guards and taking a bath in the 1x1 shower room.

Banner reluctantly picked up the glasses next to it and put it on, hesitatingly said: "Mr. Warden ... In fact, if you want to learn some fighting skills, maybe you can consult Mr. Stark, or Mr. Wayne— -As far as I know, they should have a lot of resources in this area to help you. "

Zhang Dianyu thought about it and replied rigorously: "... No, I just want to practice my hips."