Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

The meeting fell into a short silence again.

Fury spoke cautiously: "The warden realized...?"

Banner: "...?"

He felt that there seemed to be some misunderstanding between them.

Banner opened his mouth: "Mr. Warden didn't explain the reason, he just sent a lot of relevant information-I have nothing to do anyway, as you can see, I am a prisoner."

Hearing this, Fury frowned slightly.Given that he is frowning most of the time, perhaps no one can find this.

"Dr. Banner, S.H.I.E.L.D. is communicating with General Ross. Regarding Hulk, I think if we work together—and the Avengers’ technical adviser, Mr. Stark, I think it’s not impossible. solved problem."

Banner looked at Fury for a while, looked down at his prison uniform, and suddenly smiled, "But Mr. Chief, I think this problem has been solved."

He opened his hands: "Mr. Warden's description of this matter is rather vague, I think maybe he doesn't... But Mr. Stark has already explained the matter to me, and I almost understand your guess."

Fury didn't answer, but he obviously knew what he wanted to say.

"As long as I don't leave the prison area--according to Mr. Stark's guess, that is, the part inside the wall." Banner paused, his voice was a little soft, although there was nothing on his face, but all of them were present. You can guess what he meant.

"I won't let that big guy have a chance."

Fury frowned: "Doctor, you are not just a threat to the world, you know that."

"I used to think." Banner replied.

No one can answer for a while.

From an admired scholar to a monster of talk, not many people have ever experienced this, but the struggle and resistance are not hard to imagine.

Stark broke the silence first and cleared his throat: "About the test the warden asked us to conduct..."

Ferry's attention was really attracted.

Stark: "I don't have a clue at all."

Fury and Banner: "..."

Stark stabbed Banner next to him: "But I have a small suggestion for your question."

Fury: "Don't do that."

Banner was slightly startled, and asked in confusion, "What is it?"

"Don't be so unfamiliar, you can call my name Tony." Stark opened his hands.

Fury: "...enough. What kind of tests did the warden require you to conduct?"

Stark and Banner looked at each other and thought for a while: "In fact, I don't know what his purpose is-the question that needs us to be clear is whether we can still... ...Not to die?"

Everyone present glanced at each other.

There is a well-known simple way to know the answer to this question, but if the conclusion is no, Dr. Banner will be cold.

"To be honest, both the warden and Rose gave me the authority to take Banner out of the prison occasionally," Stark said reluctantly. "But this research must be done inside the prison, and it is impossible—to know the bat Xia has almost delved into the weathered layer of the soil of that piece of land, and has not found the root of the problem in this area."

Batman: "..."

He was silent for a while and said calmly: "The computer has told me that the soil detector encountered a foreign body in the weathered layer. According to the analysis, it is a product of Stark technology."

Stark: "Is it still analytical? I also know that it is you."

"..." Fury didn't expect to have to be a peacemaker, "Well, gentlemen--then Stark, what are you going to say to the warden?"

"The doctor's point is to let me tell the warden that his life will not be threatened," Stark shrugged, "in this way, I can test why the warden wants to know this."

This is obviously not the complete truth.

But it was Banner himself.

After disconnecting from the meeting, Stark looked at the sky outside: "You can stay here overnight."

"But I might become Hulk when I have nightmares." Banner replied.

Stark was stunned.

"Just kidding," Banner shrugged, "I don't have nightmares, I'm already in a nightmare."

Stark fell silent, but a sigh did not suit him.

At the same time in the prison, Zhang Dianyu was writing comments on Peter's internship experience.

He wasn't sure whether he was writing a serious review to Peter's school or adding a page to the undercover arrangement of S.H.I.E.L.D., but he wrote it seriously.

Zhang Dianyu is certainly not a meticulous and honest person. In his comments, he praised Peter as a seedling of the president, so that when Peter looked through it, he blushed and stammered: "Dian... Mr. Warden... "

Zhang Dianyu smiled dangerously and patted the boy on the shoulder: "Don't say anything."

He wrote this comment for half an hour. If Peter said he was not qualified and wanted Zhang Dianyu to rewrite it, the matter would be serious.

Peter was moved not to refuse: "Okay, thank you, Mr. Warden."

Considering that Peter will leave prison next week, Zhang Dianyu is rare and cheerful: "You have done well enough."

Peter couldn't help holding the comment to his chest in a young girl's posture.

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

After Peter left, Zhang Dianyu had nothing to do, glanced at the sofa next to him, and reopened the small map.

He has also slept on the sofa for a month, taking a cold shower, and wearing an unchanging suit. Since he finds that he has no way to log out, maybe he can beautify his living environment a bit?

For example, the pot of cactus in the hall has stabbed more than a dozen people coming and going. Even Zhang Dianyu and Stark were not spared. It is time to find a home for it.

If it were not for fear that the clown would use it as a weapon, Zhang Dianyu would have stuffed the cactus into the clown's cell.

I have to say that this pot of cactus is definitely stronger than the pen that clowns have recently favored.

Zhang Dianyu looked at the map that was getting nervous.

Obviously, I just purchased the land, but suddenly there is no space left. As for the courtyard that was originally planned to expand, Zhang Dianyu has cancelled this plan.

Since discovering that a small courtyard would reduce the prisoners' desire to fight, he planned to keep the courtyard.

The wind does not have to let the wind penetrate the human wall.Zhang Dianyu even evacuated his guards-there was no need for the prisoners to be crowded like that.Now every afternoon, the courtyard is like a box of canned sardines.

But it is good not to die.

Now there is only a small row of empty space at the bottom of the mental illness area.Zhang Dianyu looked at the workers in the staff dormitory.After finishing the day's work, only a few people were resting on the beds, and the others just wandered around the room.

Unlike prisoners, they will at least find something for themselves in accordance with the system's arrangements-these employees will sleepwalk within the prescribed range as long as they are free.

As for the warden who does not have a bed to rest, for example, while he is still hanging up, he will go to the lounge to face the wall.

This is what Zhang Dianyu wants to solve now.

Now that everyone in the prison has a mobile phone, at least everyone has a bed to rest-only him, the warden himself, no!

He was about to be moved by his noble sentiment.

Since the workers had nothing to do, Zhang Dianyu decided to let them build a new office building under the mental illness area overnight, and let the tool man, accounting, lawyer, safety director and psychologists all move in, so that he could be with mental illness all day long. The psychiatrist is a companion.

The original office building can be transformed into the personal residence of the warden.

From then on, Zhang Dianyu is someone who has a place to sleep.

With good expectations for the future, Zhang Dianyu carefully planned the office area for the employees.Obviously, the office shouldn't be too wasteful. They don't know how to enjoy it anyway. It is still a small 4x4 grid with a larger lounge in the middle, so that they can regain their strength and return to work.

A few hours later, it was late at night, and the prisoners were forced to return to the dormitory. Only the guards who occasionally took the prisoners back to the cell after the confinement were left on the path, and the staff who worked 24 hours a day.

In fact, Zhang Dianyu didn't understand why his chef was still cooking on the stove most of the night.

He even saw a lonely gardener and another guard in a gardener's uniform on the land that was bought for planting trees on the opposite side. Both of them were planting trees in silence.

If this is not a game, someone might suspect that they buried their bodies in the middle of the night.

Zhang Dianyu shook his head and left the matter behind.

He looked at the newly renovated office building and felt that the lounge was too big.In order to prevent several supervisors from having to walk back to the dormitory to sleep in person, he decided to do another good thing, adding a few beds to the lounge surrounded by their offices.

Rest on the spot, work on the spot.

After completing these tasks, Zhang Dianyu scanned the entire prison as usual before closing the game panel.

He still remembered Stark returning Banner to the morgue as scheduled a few hours ago, and then left alone.The Hulk arrest team that obtained Rose’s approval had been evacuated a few days ago. After Dr. Banner returned to the cell, the guards took off the handcuffs.

But there are still a few people awake in the cell, all prisoners.

This is not among the behaviors prohibited in prisons-can Zhang Dianyu still prohibit prisoners from insomnia?

But the problem is that insomnia is at the bottom layer of their status bar, and there are a few prominent small orange letters above them to indicate their identity-criminal mental patients.

In other words, during this period of time, there were a few more mental illnesses caused by excessive stress in the prison.

Zhang Dianyu pulled the map and looked at his other character, SYKSTONE.

He was still sleeping on the same bed that Zhang Dianyu had been to, and he slept very sweetly-beside him stood a meticulous pixel villain guard, who was constantly monitoring several abettors according to Zhang Dianyu’s instructions. The trend.

He couldn't help feeling the difference in psychological quality.

Zhang Dianyu looked at Dr. Banner who was sleeping peacefully in the morgue.

Although it takes a year and a half to apply for a degree—this is the schedule he made for Dr. Banner, which is far from so fast for ordinary people—but at the moment prisons are in great need of psychiatrists, even if Reluctantly, better than nothing.

Mindset is more important.