Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

This scene is a bit weird.

Zhang Dianyu forced himself to calmly signal the Warren guard to put the dinner plate on the desk, and then asked him to take off the guard's coat.

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

Then he hung the guard coat on the wall.

I don’t know if it’s a cleaner or a prisoner who is doing hard labor. Every time he cleans the office, he throws away the suit jacket he used to cover the big hole—the running water shows the expensive price of the suit for Zhang Dianyu to see. Want to pass out.

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

Then he turned to Guard Varen, and said casually: "You can leave now...wait a minute," he realized that Warren Guard was still wearing a gardener's light green overalls and shirt under his guard uniform, "What's going on with you? ?” He pointed to Varen’s clothes.

"Report Mr. Warden, this is my night job, and you have not relieved me of my job as a gardener." Varun replied with a salute.

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

But Valen doesn't seem to have any unwillingness, and planting trees can generate income.

Zhang Dianyu glanced at the total assets of the prison above, nodded his head pretending to be reserved, and pretended to ignore the matter: "You can go out now."

Warren guards left.

Zhang Dianyu glanced at the steaming meal on the desk, and walked straight past it into the bedroom behind.

This was originally the accountant's office, but after other employees moved to the south side of the psychiatric ward and lived in the perfect design with the dormitory area in the middle and offices around it, the original office became vacant.

And finally let Zhang Dianyu have a bedroom.

For some reason, sleeping on the couch didn't seem to be all that bad, even though it was clear in his mind that he should be sleeping in the bed.

Zhang Dianyu thoughtfully while wearing his tie.

The green staff door was flung open, giving him a pause, and it was Stark - in his new light blue prison uniform.

Zhang Dianyu thought for a while, when did he have prison uniforms of this color in his prison?How could he have no impression at all?Does the game have this setting?

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

"What the hell is going on?!"

As soon as Stark came in, he went rough, looked up to meet Mr. Warden, turned around, his face remained unchanged, he carefully tied his tie, put on a brown-gray suit jacket, and then showed a listening expression.

He froze slightly.

After Mr. Warden put on the overly old-fashioned suit, the young man with a cold expression but earnestly tied the dark red tie seemed to disappear, turning into the bullshit man he was familiar with. 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, "—went to the hospital and called an ambulance."

Zhang Dianyu frowned slightly: "Call?"

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

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

Zhang Dianyu looked over expectantly.

If you want to go beyond, can you help me with a task?

He was seriously thinking about how to persuade Stark to jump four times directly, and help him brush up the task of recovering the escaped criminals to 5/5.

Stark: "?"

He can't answer this question. Is this considered fishing law enforcement?And the warden's expression looks weird, even a little excited?

Even if he wants to rebel against Mr. Fergus now, he can't overthrow everything Fergus left behind, and even encourage prisoners to escape from prison.Stark tasted it carefully and felt that he should intervene in this matter.

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

Although he really planned to question the warden and then angrily summoned the armor to fly directly back to his home in Malibu to prove that he was ready to fight the military to the end - Rhodes was sent to persuade him not to resist, It can be seen that the mastermind behind this incident has connections with the military.

Stark was silent for a moment, and looked at Mr. Warden, who was seriously waiting for his answer, which made him feel even more that he almost didn't come up in one breath.

"Well, Mr. Warden," he said as patiently as possible, "I don't think a good citizen, a public icon, a superhero should escape from prison."

"Oh." Unexpectedly, the expectant look on the warden's face quickly disappeared, and he nodded casually and said, "Then you go, I wish you a pleasant stay here."

Stark slowly made a question mark.

Could it be that Mr. Warden really wants to fish for law enforcement and wait for him to escape from prison?Not long ago, he had just responded to the warden's call to help him treat Mr. Fergus, and he had come to this point!

The more Stark thought about it, the more he couldn't let it go. He remembered why he came here in the first place: "Mr. Warden—then, what's the matter with the morgue?" frightened.

Zhang Dianyu glanced at Stark, opened the panel and reconfirmed the arrangement of the cells in the mortuary room - there are desks and bookshelves inside, and the shower room shared by the two cells, isn't it luxurious?

"Then... install another TV for 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's a morgue!" He paused and said, "I don't need a TV. If I want to install it, I just install a computer and it can be connected to the Internet."

The latter is what he needs, because the artificial intelligence tells him that the signals here are often blocked, and it is still looking for the rules.

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

However, since Stark was imprisoned because of him, he could only satisfy this request as much as possible.

And try to mean——Zhang Dianyu glanced at Stark silently: "Computers are very expensive, and a mobile phone can be provided."

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

In the end, Zhang Dianyu compromised and asked the workers to move the old computer in his office to Stark's cell.

Stark stared dumbfounded at the swiftly moving workers who came in, packed the computer into a cardboard box and moved it away. It wasn't until a long time later that he remembered what he wanted to say.

"...Is this really the case?" He looked at Mr. Warden's empty desk, and even felt a little guilty.

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

Stark: "..."

It wasn't until he left the warden's office in a trance that he remembered that he had forgotten the most important thing of this trip - he didn't want to live in the morgue?

However, this idea was dismissed after a visit to the existing prisoner's dormitory.Maybe the warden was right, the one in the morgue was indeed a luxury cell—but why did he always feel that something was wrong.

Stark sat in the courtyard bleachers lost in thought.It's not the time to relax, so there are not many people in the courtyard, only a few mental patients are learning yoga with Banner.

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

He turned and walked back to the dormitory in Block B, walking among the messy prisoner beds, thinking about why he was here.Before leaving the small room in the state police office, Rhodes finally put away his joking attitude and let him go to jail with peace of mind. He went to the military to find out the news.

Stark gave him a question mark face.

It is impossible to go to prison, and it is impossible to go to prison in this life. As long as he goes out of this door, he will fly back to the villa on the coast of Malibu on the spot, and give everyone a heavy slap in the face.

He sat on the only clean bed that looked empty and wondered why he was still here.

"Stark, get your ass," said the cold sharp voice suddenly above his head, speaking slowly and commandingly, "—lift up."

He looked up and met a face wearing a monocle.

"Why?" Stark asked.

"Because this is my bed." The short, slightly fat man replied condescendingly.

Stark: "..."

"Pick up your ass, or I'll blow it off right now."

"Sir, the metal grille was scanned under the mattress, and I can't penetrate the target to detect the items below." Stark heard the voice of the smart butler from the hidden earphone.

He stood up and spread his hands to the penguin who was a head shorter than himself in an instant: "You actually sleep in the prisoner's dormitory? I thought there was no one here——Where did you get the metal grille and sleep on it?" Don't you feel hard?"

The penguin looked contemptuous: "The warden will make the beds empty? Impossible. For a private prison, every bed is an income." He paused, "Only you came in? What a pity that old bat Didn't get caught."

Stark: "?"

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

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

Stark: "...?"

Although he left the battle armor in the cell of the morgue, many people have seen it before, so no one has come to touch him for the time being, including this penguin who doesn't know what conspiracy he is up to.

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

Immediately afterwards, he saw the two of them posing in a strange pose on the yoga mat at the same time.

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

In the courtyard, Zhang Dianyu watched Banner's yoga class for a while, until the other party finally raised his head hesitantly: "Mr. Warden, what's the matter?"

He didn't know what was going on, but just now he saw Stark wearing a light blue prison uniform, and in a blink of an eye, Mr. Warden came to watch him take the mentally ill criminals to do yoga.

Nothing else matters—it's really embarrassing to be watched.

Could it be that the warden had come up with a new way to force him to submit and let him join the construction team?

This instead aroused his stubborn rebellious psychology. He was about to refuse, but he heard Mr. Warden answer him.

"Oh, it's nothing." Zhang Dianyu asked in a deep voice, "I heard that yoga can develop the potential of the body and make people more... stronger?"

"Maybe..." Banner quickly let go of the courage he mustered up, and scratched his hair in embarrassment, "I haven't considered that aspect...the other guy doesn't really need it."

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

Don't know if this will help Mr. Fergus become the real toilet king.

Banner looked puzzled.

However, a yoga mat was allocated, and a place was arranged for Mr. Warden among the mentally ill.

Zhang Dianyu took off his coat and put it aside, stepped into the center of the psychopaths reservedly, looked at the miraculous movements of the twisted bodies of the two psychopaths on his left and right, and fell into deep thought.

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 and put on a more twisted posture, panting like two black bears descending a mountain.

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

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

He closed his eyes too, determined to get the thought out of his mind.

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

Zhang Dianyu tried it, and asked as seriously as possible: "Doctor, what is the function of this action?"

Banner thought for a while, and said with some embarrassment: "...Can it help you exercise your buttocks?"

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

Why is Dr. Banner teaching his mentally ill prisoners to work out their buttocks?Is this appropriate?

The bathrooms are already unsafe, and the prisoners are still bathing in the 1x1 showers under the watchful eyes of the guards.

Banner reluctantly picked up the glasses next to him and put them on, hesitantly 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 quite a few resources in this area that can help you."

Zhang Dianyu thought for a while, and answered rigorously: "...No, I just want to practice my buttocks."