Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

Wayne pondered his words.

"Mr. Warden...Even if he is a clown, I don't think you can lynch prisoners?"

Zhang Dianyu: "Unless he is very happy now."

Wayne did not refute.He really didn't say this well, even if it was an enemy that had been unable to get rid of for many years, he could not judge the mood of the lunatic Joker-but there seemed to be something wrong.

Zhang Dianyu saw Mr. Wayne fall into silence again, and raised his watch to glance at the time.

From the moment he saw this Batman walk into the prison, he knew it was not that simple.So I called the engineering team on the spot and asked them to tear down the wall.

However, because there were not enough beds in the detention cell, complaining bubbles kept popping up on the heads of the new prisoners. Zhang Dianyu had to ask the engineering team to install bunk beds and add a few more toilets for them first.

As for the small flaw with the toilet in the middle of the bed-the detention cell should not be too demanding, it is better than sitting on a bench overnight.

Besides, the food served in the restaurant is full of rich dietary fiber, and the smell of the toilet should be relatively fresh.

The workers who had finished working in the detention cell quickly walked over with their tools and dinged the concrete wall to leave a place for a door.

Zhang Dianyu stretched out his right hand to Wayne and made a polite "please".

Wayne: "..."

The reason seems right, but it doesn't seem right to invite someone into the morgue.

Mr. Wayne hesitated at the door, after all, Bruce Wayne didn't have to walk in to see the clown... and the morgue.

Zhang Dianyu blinked, and probably guessed what Wayne meant-his identity must be disguised.

But you are Batman, why are you polite?

"Mr. Wayne," Zhang Dianyu had a fake smile on his face, "Your charity fund has made up a big gap in the operation of the prison. I think I should invite you to take a look at the use of that charity money, right? "

Wayne glanced at Zhang Dianyu, then hesitated to say-did you build a morgue with a large area of ​​30,000 yuan?

of course not.The morgue is an early building of a prison, and it also provides a solid foundation for long-term development-this has been confirmed by the atmosphere of freedom and democracy, Zhang Dianyu is full of confidence.

Whether Mr. Wayne believes it or not, Thaksin believes it anyway.

Zhang Dianyu's right hand was still in the air, and Wayne couldn't enter this morgue.

That being the case, he also stepped in with kindness.

After all, he also wanted to see how the clown was arranged.After being shocked last night, he had to send an inquiry to S.H.I.E.L.D.E.L.D., anyway, everyone knew each other well about the etiquette exchanges. Who wouldn't pry into each other's secrets?

Besides, S.H.I.E.L.D. had stated that it would share undercover mission reports, but Batman has never trusted his channels more.

Fortunately, it was just a false alarm.

Intellectually, he doesn’t believe that people like clowns will die easily, and he won’t—or can’t expect it, but this prison is beyond his concept of "general", so everything is only Can be based on exact information.

After that, he decided to build a temporary stronghold next to the prison, so that it would be convenient to get some information at close range.

Check it out by the way.

The temperature in the morgue is pleasant, air conditioning is impossible, but the body remains unchanged.

Wayne paused, seeming to look around curiously.

Zhang Dianyu opened the game panel and began to introduce the corpses placed on each morgue.

"This is... Donken Ashby," he scanned the corpse. "Prisoner number 201014. The cause of death was that he was shot by a guard with a pistol while trying to escape from prison. It is worth mentioning that the prisoner was holding a gun. The guard will fire three warning shots when the prisoner is trying to make trouble, and then take extreme measures."

This is the truth.At least the moment Mr. Wayne stepped into the prison gate, the free firing mode was closed, and armed guards with guns could not solve the problem simply and directly.

Zhang Dianyu glanced at the prisoner's message again: "This one is...Marcus Osvid, he is--"

Wayne couldn’t listen anymore, and interrupted his pale and boring narrative: "Mr. Warden, I don’t think I need to know every prisoner—I mean, those lying here— Resume."

But he was really surprised by the warden's amazing memory.

Perhaps the warden was not as careless as he had seen it for the first time.

"Oh," Zhang Dianyu thought for a while, leaning on a morgue, "then there are a few guards and staff who died here..."

Wayne: "..."

He tactfully refused: "Mr. Warden, I personally respect these good people who do their duty and serve the society very much, and I am willing to provide a pension for each of them on behalf of Wayne Enterprise, hoping to help their families through the difficulties. ——Their information can be sent to Wayne Enterprises by your assistant later."

Zhang Dianyu smiled: "On behalf of their family, I thank you very much for your generosity."

He decided to develop this as a reserved project, and every time Mr. Wayne visits—even Stark or Fury is included, he will take them to the morgue for a tour.

At least make up for the 50% salary cuts that these pixel little people spent before their deaths.

Mr. Wayne, who didn't know the matter, pretended to look carefully, and then his eyes fell on the area in the corner where the painting style was inconsistent.

He knowingly asked: "Is it behind this door..."

"This is your old friend." Zhang Dianyu said, after seeing Wayne's eye muscles twitching slightly, he smiled a little, "I mean...your Gotham should be familiar with him, right? "

Who wouldn't ask knowingly?

Mr. Wayne showed a lingering look, as if falling into memories: "Yes, this is a notorious lunatic, the most terrifying criminal in Gotham. He once kidnapped me to threaten Batman..."

Zhang Dianyu's tone was surprised: "You mean that... Mr. righteous policeman who punishes evil and eliminates traitors."

"I thought it might be called a criminal in many places outside of Gotham." Mr. Wayne said slowly, raising his eyes and glancing at Zhang Dianyu without showing any expression.

Zhang Dianyu didn't hesitate: "How could it be? Which city doesn't want a patron saint of its own."

He saw Mr. Wayne's back pause for a moment, maybe only half a second, if he hadn't been waiting for this scene, he might not have been able to notice it.

Zhang Dianyu sighed with emotion.

In the future, the pensions of the pixel people will probably be settled.