Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

Peter seemed to have discovered the impropriety after saying this sentence.

Does he know Peter or Peter's friend Spiderman?

He couldn't help falling into silence, and could only use his best to move the stones piled up at the door destroyed by the explosion, but the loss of Spider-Man's superpowers made this job not as simple as it used to be.

Suddenly someone took the heavy stone in his hand.

The sudden lightness of Spider-Man raised his head in astonishment and met a steel visor.

Stark threw the stone away, and an electromagnetic voice came from the armor: "How dare you hang up my phone?"

Peter: "..."

He took a step back in shock by Stark's tone, but accidentally tripped over the gravel under his feet.

But he did not fall from the stone wall, Iron Man caught him in time.

Stark glanced quickly in the message on his visor, and after confirming that there were no monitors nearby, he lowered his voice and said in an irresistible tone: "Go back to your assistant's office and change this outfit. Come down, don't show up here again-continue the original undercover mission for now, but I will immediately let Fury arrange someone to replace you."

"Mr. Stark, please listen to me..." Peter took a step forward in shock, but almost tripped over the stone again.

This time Stark sent him directly to the ground below.

"I don't want to say it a second time, leave here immediately."

Peter was silent for a moment.

"I understand." Said the young boy, turning to the direction of the office building.There was a bit of sultry heat in the headgear, perhaps because I was sweating.

Without superpowers, his physical fitness is not even as good as an ordinary person-otherwise he would not have spent so many years of being bullied in school.

The juvenile's thin back looked a little dazed.

Stark frowned as he watched Peter's departure. He opened his mouth and found that he couldn't say anything-it didn't seem to suit him.

What suits him is to forget the troubles on the spot, so he raised the palm cannon and directly blasted away the stone blocking the door, revealing Harley Quinn, who was waving a folding chair with excitement.

But at the same time, the excitement was interrupted by another black figure that suddenly broke through the ceiling from above the corridor and fell heavily on the ground.

Zhang Dianyu watched Harry Quinn’s expression suddenly change from joy to depression.

"It's you again," she said with upset all over her face, "Why are you, the black flying mouse again, bothering me and Pudding's world!"

A question mark was slowly played in the brains of everyone else present.

Even if it's mentally ill, shouldn't your brain be so bad that you can't see so many living people?

Zhang Dianyu is also a little uncomfortable—he is still a prison here. The inside is free to escape, and the outside comes in to save people, always feeling something is wrong.

But Batman and Iron Man are here to help, and he obviously shouldn't blame the two Super Premiers at this time.

"Harley Quinn," a righteous voice said, "you know that with you and the clown, it is impossible to escape in front of us."

Zhang Dianyu turned his head and saw the blond man wearing an American flag tights and walking in with a fancy round shield.

Of course, there is no need to doubt the identity of this person-the only person who can dress like this and still have a serious face without smiling is the old man, Captain America.

At Zhang Dianyu’s gaze, Captain America nodded slightly and gave a soothing smile: “Don’t worry, Mr. Warden, the Avengers... and Batman, don’t plan to interfere in prison affairs-these people are in SHIELD. We are here to help people on the long-term watch list."

"Wow..." a soft exclamation sound came from the inside of the corridor.

But this sigh didn't last long, and was quickly interrupted by a choke.

"Stop playing tricks, Joker, what do you want to do?" Batman pinched Joker by the neck with one hand and stuck him on the wall. After a pause for two seconds, he turned his head to introduce himself.

"I am Batman."

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

Although this sentence was not targeted, he found that Mr. Wayne-no, it was Batman's face facing his direction.

Okay, then he can only reluctantly nodded pretending that he didn't know him, and frowned slightly to watch the farce off the court.

The clown let out a short laugh, coming out of his stuck throat, like a duck being stepped on.

"Bats, bats, bats..." He sighed, with excitement in his eyes, "Do you miss me?"

Batman is obviously used to this, and without hesitation, he squeezed the Joker's neck and bumped it aside, but behind him there was a desperate sob from deep in his throat.

The Joker clutched his head and laughed out of breath, only to put his smile away slightly when he heard Harley Quinn's sobbing, and wrinkled his nose in disgust.

"Halle... have I brought my playing cards?"

Zhang Dianyu couldn't help it: "Why do you want that deck of cards?"

"Um... my little warden..." The clown laughed again, "What kind of clown would have no playing cards? Of course I want a deck of playing cards." He spit out the blood in his mouth and smiled. Looked over.

Zhang Dianyu felt that the clown might not be cured, but he was different from Batman. He didn't intend to ask the clown what he needed. He just wanted to tie him up and put a tranquilizer.

One needle a day, quietly.

Zhang Dianyu beckoned to the nursing staff: "It's your turn."

The staff in the blue-green nursing suit shrank forward and rushed forward, preparing to forcibly give the clown a restraint on the boat.

Harley Quinn was blocked by Captain America with a shield erected, but she didn't seem to have any intention of breaking through the encirclement, her eyes flashed with uncertain light.

"Wait," the clown said suddenly lazily, "the warden... sir? Except for a certain violent law enforcement——the little bat vigilante I would like to call a criminal, even your gun guard did not treat me. What does it mean to shoot?"

He spread his hands and smiled wildly: "——I did nothing."

This fucking makes sense.

But Zhang Dianyu was not a compliant warden-otherwise his freedom to fire would have been shut down.

He didn't know where the clowns got the information, and he was able to discover the law of free fire in prison.After all, usually law enforcement officers do not have the right to shoot directly, at least they need to fire warning shots.

"You are right," Zhang Dianyu nodded in agreement, "Do it."

"I feel like I should stop... Captain," Stark turned off the external voice and said from the private channel, "but I don't think so much, do you agree?"

team leader:"……"

Has he whispered, does he still have a chance to object?And he stopped Harley Quinn here, and there is no way to stop the paramedics from coming forward to take coercive actions against the clown.

But this is a prison, and other people have no say in how the warden handles his mentally ill criminals.

Captain America also insisted on his position, did not take a step back, and held up his round shield.

The clown raised his hand and surrendered: "Okay, okay...I just want to go back to the morgue. Isn't this demanding too much, Mr. Warden?"

Zhang Dianyu didn't want to pay attention to the clown, but his special love for the morgue really made people...somewhat involuntarily a little bit of curiosity.

He raised a hand to the paramedic who rushed up: "Wait a minute, listen to him."

The nurses stopped and seemed relieved.

Zhang Dianyu felt a little strange, why would they know that clowns are dangerous-or, logically, they shouldn't care about this?

The clown grinned and licked his lips: "Mr. Warden, I'm very good-you know, don't you?"

Zhang Dianyu glanced at his watch: "You have 30 seconds-Mr. Batman over there, please restrain yourself a little, I see you want to do it again."

Batman: "You don't know him at all, you shouldn't give him a chance to speak."

Zhang Dianyu: "Then you shot him a long time ago, why did you send him here?"

Stark secretly took a breath and gave him a thumbs up from behind.

Batman: "..."

As he covered his face, Zhang Dianyu couldn't see the wonderful expression on it either. After all, he would not open his mouth in a circle like Peter was surprised.

The clown listened to this conversation, laughing so much that he was about to roll on the ground. In fact, Zhang Dianyu might think he was about to suffocate.

"20 seconds." Zhang Dianyu said mercilessly.

"This is the most interesting prison I have ever seen..." The clown reluctantly stopped, panting and saying, "You know I'm good here, I just want to go back to that morgue. The place is—and get my playing cards back, Halle, I don’t want to ask again, honey, have you brought my playing cards?"

"You don't want to escape, Pudding?" Harley Quinn carried the folding chair, her tone not as pleasant as she always was.

"Why would I want to escape from prison?" the clown asked back. "I think you might have made a mistake. I like it very much and I don't want to leave at all."

Harley Quinn: "But I don't want you here, it will separate us!"

"I know, I know." The clown replied perfunctorily, "We will meet again someday, won't we?"

"I'm not sure," Batman whispered beside him. "I believe you have to go back to Arkham, Quinn."

"You got me back to Arkham just for this damn playing card?!" Harley Quinn threw the folding chair out, "You know I don't like Arkham! You didn't even want to kill it for a long time. I'm dead, you haven't played a game of killing each other with me for a long time!"

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

The sweet couple life between your mental illnesses is really incomprehensible.

"You will never love me enough... right, Pudding?" The anger on Harley Quinn's face seemed to have suddenly ceased, as if muttering to the air.

This is quite difficult to answer. Everyone knows that the clown does not necessarily have a teaspoonful of love for Harley Quinn, but rather uses and deceives, but it cannot be denied directly in front of her.

Otherwise she will be crazy.

Zhang Dianyu means that although she is not normal now-but the truth may be the last straw to crush the camel.

The Captain America quietly clenched his fists to prevent Harley Quinn from suddenly violent.

"He said he loves me, but he doesn't have a picture of me in his bedroom." The girl with a ponytail of different colors looked sad, "It's all Batman, always Batman-to be killed by a bomb It was Batman who died, and it was Batman who was poisoned by gas and splashed by acid."

"The only person in his heart is Batman, and I have never been in his killing plan!"

"..."

Zhang Dianyu couldn't help but glanced at Batman next to him.

Batman: "..."