Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

"Wait, Captain." Stark stopped him suddenly. "You heard the boy, right? You know, in case you are in your nineties after all."

The blond man opposite him smiled helplessly, knowing that he would not be let off by Stark after making a little "language" joke.

"Sorry, Tony, I shouldn't mention that word."

"I'm serious, Captain." Stark raised his hand and summoned his armor. The gold and red parts flew into the hall from the window one by one, covering his body. "You heard what Peter said-- Although we still don’t know why, you may also lose four times the power of the serum there."

"I'm a soldier, Tony." The blond didn't deny it, and raised his mouth slightly. "The soldier won't leave the battlefield just because he broke a leg--and I think I can still help."

Stark rolled his eyes, his visor closed to cover his face.

But he could not refute Captain America's words.Indeed, even without Quadruple Serum, he is an excellent soldier, proficient in all kinds of fighting skills, and a tactical expert.

"Still the same, Steve," Stark said.He activated the repulsive thruster under his feet and picked up the captain from behind as he soared into the air.

For two minutes, there is even ample room for Iron Man's speed.

But despite this, when he rushed outside the prison wall, he paused slightly and planned to discuss with the captain whether to enter uninvitedly or formally visit from the gate, and found that an uninvited guest was standing on the wall, staring at them from a distance. .

"...Quite fast, bat," Stark said.

"I thought you said you had returned to New York yesterday." Batman asked in a hoarse voice.

"I thought you said that too." Stark replied.

Batman: "I have a private jet."

Stark: "Me too."

The Captain America suspended in the air didn't know whether to take another sentence, but he keenly realized that the atmosphere at the moment did not seem to be very harmonious, and finally chose to remain silent.

The golden red Iron Man finally chose the third option, falling on the prison wall, observing the movement inside from a distance.

The current prison still has a peaceful atmosphere, and there are many more prisoners in dark red prison uniforms than they came here last time. It must be a little different from the prisoners in orange prison uniforms before.

But they are not treated differently in prison-meaning they are all laid back now, walking and chatting on the gravel road, or... creating some personal friction.

Stark saw in the shadow under the outer wall of the dining hall, two prisoners seemed to be pushing and shoving another guy who looked a little weak.

"If it weren't for these people who look fierce," he shrugged, "I would have doubted which public high school this is."

No one responded to him, but this did not prevent him from looking at Batman with suspicion: "Why do you receive news faster than us?"

"I have my own channel." Batman whispered.

Stark pondered for a while, and saw a prisoner sneaking to the corner and pulling out a cell phone, editing some information on it.

The information panel of the visor can give feedback on the surrounding environment data, which obviously also includes the personal information of the prisoner and the mobile phone in their hands—

"Did you monitor this place through the mobile phone produced by Wayne Corporation?" Stark said incredulously. "You have already intervened in the channel of contraband to install a bug?"

Batman disagrees with his view: "I didn't install a bug on the phone, it is a bug in itself. It is the application manufacturer collecting environmental information, and it has nothing to do with me."

Stark: "...you are such a nasty capitalist."

"You too." Batman replied.

The scene fell into a brief silence, and the Captain America on the side slowly stretched his palms with serious expression, frowning.

"Guys, I think... Peter is right." The blond man stared at his hand and said, "Within the fence, I feel that the strengthening effect of the quadruple serum seems... to be reduced."

"It's just a reduction?" Stark asked immediately. "Can you be sure how much the reduction was?"

Captain America thought for a while: "Sorry, Tony... I'm not a robot. I can't say a number accurately, but it will definitely drop drastically."

"So superpowers are suppressed here?" Stark said slowly, intersecting Batman's eyes on the side.

Batman shook his head: "There is no definite answer yet. Peter concealed this in the report, but I do doubt it, and I have asked a friend to investigate."

Speaking of this, Stark was angry: "I said I shouldn't let that boy take on some undercover task—"

"That's why he concealed this from us, Tony." Captain America said helplessly.

Stark: "..."

He exhaled from his nostrils for a while, then forcibly changed the subject, and asked Batman: "Then when is your friend going to come—is the big blue man you asked for? I don't think he is a kind of... superpower?"

Batman: "But he is a reporter."

Stark: "..."

"The editor-in-chief rejected his proposal, so he could only wait until the weekend to visit the prison under the guise of an interview." Batman gave him a cold look. "Mr. Warden does not have a day off anyway, does he?"

Speaking of the warden, from the good view from here, you can see that a group of people just walked out of the southernmost office building of the prison and went straight to the westernmost side of the entire prison.

The last time they came to visit here separately, the land on the west side was not within the scope of the prison, and they could also see that the prison cafeteria had been reformed.

This is an amazing efficiency for any construction team, but it seems to be no surprise here.

After Zhang Dianyu brought gun guards and paramedics to the west wing of the heavily guarded mental ward, he first asked the accompanying gun guards to aim their guns inside before sending a guard to open the door.

Three prison doors must be opened to reach the corridors and cells inside, but the opening time of the prison doors is completely preset, so there are mentally ill prisoners in stocking state.

Zhang Dianyu frowned slowly, and said to the paramedic next to him: "When you see the clown, you can directly push him to the ground and inject a tranquilizer, so you don't have to worry about hurting the patient."

Anyway, one serious injury is only a 1500 yuan treatment needle.

The heavy lock of the iron door was opened layer by layer, and there was silence inside.

Zhang Dianyu glanced at the map on the game panel.It's free time now. The clown is just hanging out in the corridor just like before. Two other mentally ill prisoners follow behind him.

I don’t know why people with mental illnesses can always be treated submissively by him. Is there a special language between them?

Zhang Dianyu signaled that the armed guards advanced.

The free fire in the lower right corner of the game panel is still flashing, which means that the armed guards will shoot without hesitation.

If the clown attacks the guards, maybe Zhang Dianyu will get what he wants.

Anyway, after today, he can afford to pay the fine, and the prison assets consumed by the clown here are no less than the fine to be paid—this account is clearly calculated by Zhang Dianyu.

The gun guards did not have a trace of fear, and walked into the prison door as Zhang Dianyu ordered, and the nurses followed behind.

I don't know why, Zhang Dianyu always feels there is something different between them.

Nursing was only recruited through the employee panel in the past few days. Everyone went through a formal interview, and then went to work in a daze.

Zhang Dianyu suddenly understood the difference between them and the original guards and employees of the prison-they knew how to be afraid, and there was a look called fear in their eyes.

The newly recruited employees seem to be different from the original ones. They seem to be more intelligent and possess more human-like emotions.

Is this the upgrade content the game is doing?

Zhang Dianyu touched his body and found that he was not as armed as an ordinary guard, and he didn't even have a small pistol—not to mention a gun. As the warden, he didn't have the key to the prison door.

He can't call the clown's head with the clipboard.

Who is not a tool man?

The light in the corridor was flickering and dimming. Because the building was in a hurry when the building was built, Zhang Dianyu also randomly arranged the positions of the lamps.

It’s nice if it’s bright-as for the windows, there are definitely none.

This directly caused the current situation to look a bit like the scene in a horror movie, but the gun guards who walked in the front obviously didn't think so.

In fact, they are very calm and will only perform tasks according to instructions.

After the land suddenly became less tense than before, Zhang Dianyu also let go of the construction of the mental ward.Although there are currently only three prison doors in the West Wing, Zhang Dianyu has set up a long corridor for future development considerations, and can continue to add doors when necessary, and arranges armed guards in the middle of each door.

Anyway, there are no windows here, and there are always patrols outside the walls. Although there will still be accidents, it is another matter.

There is a small 3x3 open space behind the corridor, from here you can turn right to the cushioned detention cell, or turn left to the shower room.

Zhang Dianyu saw a touch of green hair from a distance, and felt that the nursing next to him was short of breath.

Sure enough, the two green heads suddenly rushed to the guard headed by them, but the gunshots rang out immediately, and everyone was shot across.

Zhang Dianyu: ...wait, two?

A slightly hoarse laughter came from inside, but it was not aggressive, so the guards with guns stood unmoved in a pool of blood.

The paramedic next to him seemed to be frightened by the decisive shooting behavior, and he was dumbfounded for a moment before finding his own voice.

"You..." The one in the blue-green nursing suit standing at the front said a word, then looked down at the restraint suit and tranquilizer in his hand, "I... isn't that our job?"

What's going on in this prison? They died on the spot when they had a mental illness. Are they still needed?

The nurse was still wondering if there was anything wrong with her career, but the laughter inside became more and more crazy, almost out of breath.

Zhang Dianyu recognized the two green hairs on the ground.

Judging from the body shape, these are the two tool men who suddenly went crazy. Their hair was dyed green and they were thrown out to be used as targets for gun guards.

Pixel villain’s marksmanship is of course okay, and it’s only strange that the shotguns at close range have problems-so they have fallen into a pool of blood and cannot speak.

"Here...it is really interesting here."

The people inside laughed out of breath, and said in a soft, low voice: "Then Halle, have you brought my playing cards?"

Before the words were over, a huge explosion sounded from behind Zhang Dianyu. A girl with two ponytails in fancy dress appeared among the falling gravel, carrying a folding chair in her hand?

Seeing this familiar face, Zhang Dianyu thought about it.

He obviously knew this person, who was Dr. Quezel who had just been fired not long ago.

But he also knows this outfit. Isn't this Harley Quinn?

So Peter's constipation expression a few days ago, he wanted to say that it was Harley Quinn, not that he met a normal colleague?

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

She has only been in prison for a few days, so is she going to give up her sledgehammer and bat and use a folding chair as a weapon?

Zhang Dianyu felt uncomfortable: "Doctor Quezel... put down the chair."

This style of painting is not suitable.

"There is no Quezel here, only Harley Quinn." The female doctor with a double ponytail raised her chin and said.

Zhang Dianyu: "Then you have to put down the chair too-no one will recognize you after changing three letters?"

"Sir!" A horrified voice shouted outside the gravel, and the sound of trying to pull the stone came from outside.

Zhang Dianyu: "Peter?"

"No, no, no—what, who is that?" The voice of the teenager outside became even more horrified. "I'm... Peter's friend Spiderman."

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

This is even more excessive, do you have to pretend not to know you even with the same voice?