Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

When Dr. Quezel came to the staff lounge, the warden filled her with a can of Coke with a smile, and pointed to the dirty sofa: "Doctor, would you like to talk?"

Dr. Quezel was very happy: "Of course, I like Coke."

Yeah, who doesn't like Happy Water from Fat House.

"Actually," Zhang Dianyu stood up with a smile, and took a little distance quietly, "You have been fired, doctor."

Peter next to him opened his mouth into an "O" shape.

Zhang Dianyu glanced at him warningly, and Peter realized that his behavior looked a little stupid, so he closed his mouth quickly.

Surprisingly, Dr. Quezel seemed to be emotionally stable.

"Oh, all right." She shrugged, "It's not the first time anyway."

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

It turns out that Dr. Harlen Quezel had a previous history. Why did he always feel that something was wrong?

At this time, there were still a few tired employees wandering in the staff lounge. The greasy chefs wandered aimlessly in the room, looking like they could easily be injured by mistake.

Fortunately, Dr. Quezel did not suddenly violently wound up as the guard described.

Or rather-treatment?

There is nothing wrong with saying this, Zhang Dianyu thought, after all, Dr. Quezel is not a devil, but the treatment method seems to be different from the psychiatrist in the eyes of the public.

——Or too different?

In short, she was fired, and (total assets) in the prison are now much safer.

Today is Thursday, and also on the 15th of this month. Zhang Dianyu just received a large amount of government subsidy, which is based on the number of prisoners in custody. It also includes a fixed subsidy of US$2,000 per day, so that he has a lot of money. After a lot of work, we can even start building new prisoners’ dormitories.

As long as the engineering team rented to Wayne to build the holiday villa has completed the task and returned, the construction can start.

After confirming that Dr. Quezel was indeed emotionally stable, Zhang Dianyu left the staff lounge and left the rest to Peter.

He had just returned to the office when he suddenly received a call from the security director.

"Mr. Warden, one of our informants was murdered by other prisoners before being taken to the security room."

Zhang Dianyu just remembered that he had recruited a group of informants not long ago.

However, he did not intend to do everything himself as in the game. He arranged a fixed task for the security room. Every day, he took an informant to interrogate, and then he was able to go to the informant two hours after he was escorted back to the cell. Provide clues to search for contraband.

This is to protect these informants from being discovered by other prisoners, otherwise they would be easily killed secretly.

Even so, they are still exposed?

"Mr. Warden," the security director continued on the phone, "It was the guard who contacted the prisoner 201072 on the initiative. He said that he had important clues and wanted to tell the warden directly. But while the guards escorted him over, some prisoners deliberately caused The riot, 201072 was murdered when the guards stopped it."

Zhang Dianyu was a little puzzled, this incident sounds a bit complicated.

The pixel villains in the prison suddenly upgraded?

He held the receiver and thought about it slowly, and gradually remembered who 201072 was—the first informant he personally recruited (threat), the addict named Sean Diamond, he has a two-year-old Little daughter.

Zhang Dianyu paused and hung up.

He found the pixel villain lying quietly on the morgue in the morgue.The dead Diamond didn't seem to shrink from the confinement room, lying silently in the middle of the empty morgue, waiting for the hearse to pick up his body.

Zhang Dianyu took a deep breath.

He saw the death message in Diamond’s status bar: Killed by other prisoners with a pen.

Zhang Dianyu frowned slowly. If it hadn't been for the sudden popularity of pen murder in his prison, it would prove that this time there might be a reason.

After the clown was established in the mental ward, he was transferred there as originally planned.Zhang Dianyu continued to pay attention to his movements during this half-day, but he didn't seem to be wrong, and he didn't even murder those two mental illnesses who didn't know if they were clown gang members.

A conspicuous bright green wandering around in the west wing guarded by heavy iron gates, and bubbles representing pleasure pop up from time to time on his head.

Just now, when Zhang Dianyu reopened his status bar, he found that his needs had suddenly changed, and the playing cards he wanted became pens.

Maybe it was a clown mockery.

Zhang Dianyu stood up abruptly and dialed the security chief's number: "Send me 10 guards armed with guns and prepare to go to the mental ward, and ask the nursing staff to prepare restraints and tranquilizers."

No, he has to abuse his power to tie the clown in the cell, otherwise he always feels that something worse will happen.

As for the concrete door and West Wing Gu King battle, this attempt to let the clown fend for himself-obviously it was useless.No matter how you think about it, he can't die casually. It is more appropriate to let him sleep through the entire sentence.

Then he pushed open the door of the staff lounge: "Peter, come here-why are you still here? Where is Dr. Quezel?"

"Oh," Peter said, "the doctor said she might need to change her clothes to complete the resignation procedure, but I think..." She may have changed that costume, but Peter also happens to need a little space.

"——I think I have a little stomachache."

Zhang Dianyu: "?"

If he guessed correctly, he seems to have encountered the traditional part of Spider-Man.

What else could he do, he could only agree-otherwise, even if Peter was by his side, it would be inconvenient to take action, so he could only let him go.

Zhang Dianyu waved his hand: "Hurry up."

"Okay sir." Peter slid out of the staff lounge, and got into his personal staff dormitory that looked like a dark room behind the assistant's position.

He dialed a number quickly, then hurriedly put a Spider-Man suit on his head, his eyes kept scanning the direction of the screen.

The call was quickly connected, and a stunned handsome face appeared on the screen: "Oh my God, Peter, what are you...what are you doing?"

Peter realized that he was not wearing clothes.

"Why does your room look so... weird?" Stark was puzzled.

"No, no, it's like this, Mr. Stark." Peter hurriedly pulled the suit over his head. "I have nothing... No, I think something is going to happen in prison."

"Harley Quinn--as I reported before, I think she's going to do it." A little sweat came out of the tip of Peter's nose. "But...but..."

Stark: "But what?"

"But my abilities seem to be...failed here, sir." Peter's face looked a little panicked, but he didn't mean to hesitate.

"I'll be there soon, don't do anything, understand?" Stark said immediately, "Don't participate in this incident, Peter—"

Peter rushed to hang up the call, and the last thing left on the screen was his enlarged face.

"SHIT!" Stark said angrily. "I said I shouldn't let that kid..."

Someone coughed slightly behind him: "Language?"

Stark: "..."

The voice just now couldn't help smiling a little: "Let's go, Tony, we'd better be there within two minutes."