Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

Before the clown started to stimulate Harley Quinn, Zhang Dianyu lowered his hand in the air.

"Okay, 30 seconds are here." He motioned for the nurses to do something, and smiled at the clown, "Listen-your request is very reasonable, but I am the warden here, and I have the final say."

He turned around and ordered the nursing staff: "According to the original plan, put him on a restraint suit, inject a tranquilizer, and send him back to the cell."

The high-class cell in the morgue was equipped with a TV, radio and desk. It was a hotel room. Besides, the clown didn't do it himself, but he killed several pixel villains indirectly in the prison.

Zhang Dianyu feels even more heartbroken after discovering that the newly hired employees are quite different from the hardworking pixel people.

So of course it is impossible for the clown to live in the superior cell of the morgue.

In addition to being equipped with a variety of entertainment facilities, the environment in the morgue is elegant and the neighbors are quiet and not noisy. They are not ashamed of their status as the highest standard cell in the prison.

And Zhang Dianyu's current plan is to let the clown spend the rest of his life tied to a bed specially used to restrain mental patients.

Regardless of whether it is feasible in the future, it will definitely be implemented anyway.

The paramedics rushed to the clown and injected a sedative. In fact, he didn't struggle much. Instead, he showed a playful smile and fell into a coma with an unexplained smile.

While Harley Quinn threw out the folding chair in his hand, there were no other weapons in his hand, and Batman quickly subdued her.

Zhang Dianyu glanced at them casually: "Are you going to leave her to the local police or take her back to Gotham?"

Batman raised his head, blue and white light appeared on the goggles, making it impossible to capture his true emotions.But for some reason, Zhang Dianyu seemed to feel a warning message.

It seemed to be a very distrustful attitude.

Zhang Dianyu glared back. Harley Quinn belongs to Arkham, and he doesn't accept female prisoners here!

Besides, the fewer mentally ill criminals, the better, there is no reason to take the initiative.

"I will take her back to the Gotham Police for disposal." Batman said in a low voice, "But in the future, which prison she will be taken into... it is not our decision."

If Zhang Dianyu guessed correctly, what Batman meant was that-whether it was the clown or other transfer prisoners, they were not sent in subjectively.

This is a transaction that the buyer and the seller disapprove of.

Batman left with a frustrated Harley Quinn, and Stark and Captain America were here to help-because the engineering team was not in jail, and the road cleaning needed manpower.

Peter also quickly put on his regular clothes and rushed over. After pretending to be surprised, he joined the army of moving gravel.

"Mr. Captain America... are you okay?" Zhang Dianyu looked suspiciously at the blond man who was lifting a rock and was sweating profusely.

"Steve Rogers." The captain smiled, and raised his hand to wipe the dripping sweat. "You can just call my name, you don't have to-keep calling me Captain America."

He also added a gentleman on it—he didn't say the second half.

Zhang Dianyu nodded and tapped sideways: "Is there any problem? Mr. Rogers?"

The captain hesitated, he wasn't sure what Zhang Dianyu meant-it sounded as if Mr. Warden himself didn't know that all the superhumans here would become ordinary people.

But now it is clearly realized.

Peter babbled a stone beside him, and quietly pricked his ears.

The captain glanced in Stark's direction, as if he wanted to ask for some advice-but as always, Stark's behavior exceeded the expectations of the other two Premier League teams.

"Do you know that superpowers cannot be used in prison, Mr. Warden?" Stark hit the subject directly, "Because as far as I can see, you may not understand this."

Unsurprisingly, but unexpectedly—Zhang Dianyu gave a long "Oh", which made it hard to understand his attitude.

"I don't know." He replied simply.

Zhang Dianyu's idea is very simple-he doesn't know, so if you have any help you want to sponsor, just mention it. It's a happy event.

Stark was also stuck. He looked at the sky and thought: "...Of course."

Then he looked in the direction of the skyline, putting his hands in his pockets.

Several light-yellow flames appeared in the clouds, from looming to gradually clear, so that people can see clearly that there are several colorful Iron Man armors.

"Give me a hand, guys." Stark reached out his hand and snapped his fingers. "Thank you for your help-these little guys took a while to fly over from Manhattan. Now they can be handed over."

Obviously, this pile is all Stark's various engineering mechas, who are omnipotent in the sea.

Captain: "...Tony!"

Stark shrugged: "But both of us have reached a good consensus."

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

How could this person even do his own routine.

"So you two are going to the restaurant to sit down?" Zhang Dianyu looked at the time, feeling a little regretful.

Since the restaurant was remodeled not long ago, it is not as spacious as when Mr. Wayne came to visit.

In fact, Zhang Dianyu prefers to invite the two to visit the morgue-but now the cell inside does not contain any important people, as if something is wrong.

Zhang Dianyu felt very sorry, and even wanted to carry the clown over to make props for a while.

But that is obviously impossible.

Next time I have a chance, I will invite Iron Man to visit the morgue.It’s just lunch time, and it’s okay to visit the medium diet that has just recovered.

On the first day the smoked sausage returned to the green catering barrel, some prisoners were even moved to tears.

Zhang Dianyu was very pleased.

Although these people were sent to prison after committing a crime-only when they were full can they have the energy to work and generate income for the prison.

I don't know why, Zhang Dianyu always feels that when the subsidy comes faster, there are more places to spend money.

The restaurant is always the most lively place in the prison. Although the pool table has been removed, there is a TV at the end of each table that can cover the surrounding 3x3 area, so the prisoners will stay in place for a while after eating. watch TV.

When Stark walked into the restaurant, his lace news was playing inside.

Stark: "..."

"Sorry," Zhang Dianyu glanced at it, "but the right to change channels is generated through the prisoners' internal elections, and the guards generally do not interfere with this aspect."

The so-called elections, of course, rely on fists.Ordinary guards do not interfere, and they are usually free to fire on the spot by armed guards.

But Zhang Dianyu felt a little heartache when he thought of the loss of a lot of guards.But the last idiot guard left passed the test for wearing a stun gun yesterday afternoon, and he should have some ability to protect himself.

He thought about it, and suddenly his eyes fell on Stark.

Stark felt a tingling sensation on the back of his neck, and he turned his head involuntarily, met two inquisitive gazes, as if he wanted to peel him apart to see the structure inside.

Stark: "..."

"Mr. Stark," Zhang Dianyu inserted a potato with a smile, "I heard that you have a lot of research on weapons and armor?"

Stark hesitated.

Although the prison does not seem to be stationed with any super-rebel forces, the contact time is still short, and the warden's position cannot be confirmed.

Moreover, his operation committee is often confusing.

But-Stark looked around at the humble surroundings.It was because the facilities here were so imperfect that the super-British people sent undercover agents to find out. Now that the warden suddenly raised this issue, it is better to follow the water.

"As everyone knows." Stark also inserted a potato with a smile. "Mr. Warden, do you have any special suggestions?"

"As you can see, after accepting these...special criminals in the prison, the rate of death of the guards is very high." Zhang Dianyu looked at Stark, "I don't know if Stark Industries is still selling some. ...The self-defense tool."

Zhang Dianyu looks sincere.

Stark: "..."

The self-defense tool you are talking about, is it the kind that allows attackers to die on the spot?

Stark thought a little: "Mr. Warden...Since we have been open and honest with each other, can I make a request?"

Zhang Dianyu wanted to ask when they had a showdown-but it was obviously not appropriate at this time.

He can only nod his head in agreement.

"Since S.H.I.E.L.D. has received news, more prisoners will be moved here from isolated islands, cubes, domes, and even mansions. So before that, we were quite worried about the security environment in the prison. You can understand."

Zhang Dianyu frowned.

But suddenly learning that the super powers in the prison were ineffective, made him feel a little bit clear.

Moreover, the number of transferred prisoners in the to-do list is fixed, and he has no right to refuse.

Otherwise he would never let the clown step into the gate of this prison.

Zhang Dianyu looked at the number of transferred prisoners in the work, no doubt, at this time it became 0/1 again.

Next Tuesday, another mysterious talent will come to this prison, which will trouble the safety of his pixel people.

Thinking of this, he showed a pleasant smile.

Stark: "..."

The warden seems to be unsatisfied.

"S.H.I.E.L.D. means that it is hoped that the prison can slightly reduce the escape rate." He tentatively continued.

A month ago, this prison was first noticed by SHIELD because of a large-scale escape.

According to satellite observations, almost sixty to seventy prisoners left the prison stumblingly from the tunnel.However, no media reported the incident afterwards, and the escaped prisoners could not track any information.

Either they brought anti-tracking equipment to live a savage life in the mountains and old forests, or there was something tricky here.

From what I have seen now-this is more than trivial, it is simply puzzling.

Fury meant to secretly follow the prisoners who escaped, but there has been no progress, and Stark gradually lost his patience.

According to his observations of Mr. Warden during this period, normal communication is often not satisfactory.

Sure enough, according to common sense, the warden should begin to deny that there has been an escape in prison at this point.

But here is different.

Zhang Dianyu raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard Stark's words, and suddenly smiled: "Mr. Stark, please see what this is?"

He raised his right hand and gestured in one direction.

Stark was lost in thought: "...Is it a wall?"

"...No, outside the wall," Zhang Dianyu replied, "It is freedom. Everyone yearns for freedom. This is human nature. What's wrong?"

Stark was dumbfounded.

"The mistake is that they are prisoners... You know, you are the second person I have seen in a long time who can speak such a shameless argument, and the first is me."

Zhang Dianyu thought for a while: "Mr. Stark also makes sense."

Stark didn't know where to pull out a folder: "Recently I heard Pepper said that he funded a government research project-let me see, about reducing the jailbreak rate... do you want to see it?"

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

He took the folder temporarily, turned a page, and found that there was another copy below.

Stark smiled: "Oh, sorry, I may have passed you a project file that is under development. The captain and I were discussing this before leaving here-what project is it?"

Captain Rogers next to him didn't know if he should continue: "..."

"It turned out to be—" Stark paused and glanced at Zhang Dianyu from under the sunglasses. "Explosion-proof vest used to deal with threats above the Hydra robot?"

"...Oh." Zhang Dianyu: "I reconsidered your opinion-reducing the jailbreak rate is indeed a very constructive proposal. I think participating in this research may be a wise decision."

Stark came over and tapped his finger under the paper: "I think Pepper said I should sign here, but I can't remember?"

Zhang Dianyu: "...I am sure this is a good place for the CEO to sign."

"Okay, you make a point." Stark took the file and signed his name in the lower right corner. "I don't like this project. Seriously, because it requires me every month. Sign this thing."

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

Stark smiled.

After sending Stark away, Zhang Dianyu fell into deep thought.Stark Industries agreed to continue to supply explosion-proof vests with the same number of guards for the next six months.

But the condition is that the jailbreak rate must be reduced to less than 5% per month.

For Zhang Dianyu, it is not that simple.

Because the prison is full of dormitories for 100 people, as long as one tunnel is dug through, a collective escape will occur, and at least 30 or 40 prisoners will be run away each time.

Unlike the criminals who escaped violently, these prisoners did not harm the guards. Although the landfill requires money, the losses are much smaller in comparison.

Therefore, Zhang Dianyu generally does not pay much attention to the collective escape of prisoners. Anyway, how many people are missing and detain the same amount the next day.

So currently, there are two ways to reduce the jailbreak rate.

The first is to build a large number of single-person cells. Even if someone plays Shawshank's salvation set in prison, at most two or three prisoners will escape each time.

But this means a major reform of the prison.

The second method is much simpler and straightforward.Digging tunnels must go through the toilet's sewage pipe, so as long as the toilet is removed, won't the prisoners be able to start?