Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

Zhang Dianyu drew the map closer.

The green-haired villain wore the gray-white prison uniform of a mentally ill prisoner, and walked a few laps in the fairly spacious confinement room, still happy.

Zhang Dianyu didn't know what was to be happy about.In the silent and empty morgue outside the confinement room, rows of pale white morgues were placed side by side, all covered with white cloth.

In Zhang Dianyu's view, there is indeed a bit of horror besides regret.

Maybe the pleasure point of mental illness is so different.

In other words, in this game world, the clown is nothing more than an ordinary mentally ill criminal with a skin, and has nothing to do with that Gotham lunatic?

It's like Batman and Iron Man can actually get tens of thousands of dollars in grants.

There seems to be no problem logically, but Zhang Dianyu vaguely feels that there is something wrong.

Outside the prison gate, in the open space opposite, a jet plane landed steadily on the ground.A person walked out of it. If Zhang Dianyu was present at this time, he would recognize that this was the first NPC he saw in the game and had returned.

"The clown is dead? You really belonged to you." Someone leaned on the door of the red sports car and laughed. "Even Ferry laughed when he received this message."

Wayne: "I don't believe it."

"Yes, he didn't." Stark said regretfully. "He said Mother FUCKER."

There is a half sentence after-"Stark, what's the matter with Batman?"

Stark thought he was quite innocent, but he could guess the ins and outs of the matter.

Mr. Wayne did not speak, his eyes met Stark in the air, and after a moment of silent exchange, he asked, "Do you really use this as a parking lot?"

"No," Stark pointed to the piles of black garbage bags not far away. "This is the dump."

Wayne: "..."

"I heard that the land on the opposite side of Stark Industrial Park was bought by Wayne Enterprises. We are going to build one..." Stark looked puzzled, "Resort?"

Wayne raised his eyebrows: "What's wrong?"

"I assume you know how high the jail break rate is in this prison?" Stark raised a finger. "Or do you buy high insurance for your customers?"

Wayne smiled slightly: "Unless I don't intend to make a profit."

Stark: "..."

"Just like you." Wayne said dismissively.

Stark: "..."

Wayne raised his hand to fasten the last button under the suit and turned his head slightly: "Are there any new R&D projects in Stark Industrial Park?"

Stark: "...vibrating the fiber optic alarm fence."

Wayne shrugged and strode towards the prison gate.

Stark sighed and said to the sports car driver: "Who can like this Wayne-unless you compare it with Batman, it becomes much more cute."

"Yes." The driver Hogan agreed sincerely. "You too, boss."

Stark: "?"

Zhang Dianyu quickly received the message of Mr. Wayne's visit, which was not beyond his expectation.

After all, Batman's old enemy was stuffed in, he must come to investigate, and then observe in secret.

He asked Peter to invite Mr. Wayne into the office and found that Mr. Wayne was silent again with naked eyes.

To be honest, the situation is much better now-the pool table has been moved to the courtyard, cacti have been stuffed into the hall, and the office is now like a serious utility room.

Especially it has no windows yet.

Is it necessary to install windows in the buildings in the game?Anyway, it is from God's perspective.

But now the game is almost the same as the reality. These buildings without windows are a bit weird. Originally, Zhang Dianyu planned to improve the conditions of the office building after yesterday’s grant and prisoners arrived at the prison.

Who knew that a clown came out of the festival.For the safety of the guards, he just remembered to study how to deal with this notorious mental illness.

Mr. Wayne sat on the sofa without changing his face, and didn't even frown when he saw a few dark red marks on the armrest.

Zhang Dianyu couldn't remember whether it was his blood or Stark's blood. Anyway, the murder weapon was that extremely lush cactus.

Mr. Wayne looked calm and relaxed, even a little lazy and unhurried.

But once he knew that he was Batman, Zhang Dianyu felt a little dazzling looking at the few drops of blood.

He couldn't help but think about whether Batman would think too much-isn't that nonsense, he must think too much.

Zhang Dianyu: ... the wind critic was killed.

He smiled pretentiously and poured a glass of water for Mr. Wayne.

There is no water heater in the prison, so there must be no tea or coffee.

Zhang Dianyu knowingly asked: "Why did Mr. Wayne visit the office again?"

Mr. Wayne smiled casually: "I recently bought a holiday house next to it-it's still an empty lot, but I hope it can be completed as soon as possible."

He glanced at Zhang Dianyu meaningfully: "I heard that Mr. Warden has a lot of research on engineering efficiency. I wonder if you can rent your engineering team for a while."

Zhang Dianyu thought for a while, you rich people like to spend a holiday in the wilderness near the garbage dump, next to a prison and an industrial area under construction?

He looked at Wayne, met Mr. Tuhao's gaze, and the other party handed over a document: "This is a drafted project contract. The warden can look at it first."

Zhang Dianyu took it suspiciously, turned the first page and was dazzled by the string of 0 flashes on it.

He immediately made a decision: "No problem, there are not many places available for the engineering team in the prison recently, and it can completely undertake outsourcing projects.

As for the new prisoners, they can be given a few extra beds in the queen-size detention cell to stay for a while.

"I heard," said Mr. Wayne seemingly inadvertently, "The notorious criminal clown in Gotham has been taken into custody by you recently?"

The highlight is coming.

Zhang Dianyu pricked up his ears, offering nothing to court and stealing or stealing--but he was just talking, as long as he gave money, it was not a problem.

Mr. Wayne smiled: "You know the Arkham Asylum? It is also an organization under the name of Wayne Enterprise. If Mr. Warden needs any technical support, maybe I can help."

"Are you talking about that lunatic asylum where people often escape from prison?" Zhang Dianyu looked at him, "Then I may trouble you in the future, after all, it seems that business exchanges with Arkham have just begun."

Wayne: "..."

If it were not an illusion, he seemed to feel that the warden was taunting him.

"But Mr. Wayne can rest assured," Zhang Dianyu smiled calmly, "The clown can get 100% security here, and he will get proper treatment in the future."

Wayne's eyes moved slightly, as if he didn't quite believe this statement.

"So," Mr. Wayne muttered, standing in front of the brand new concrete wall after a moment, "Is this 100% security?"

"Since the 1% loophole was patched," Zhang Dianyu replied, "I think so."

Wayne: "..."

Can a door be considered a loophole?